I pull down her pants, each inch I pull free making my heart kick and punch at my rib cage, the lace white fabric of her thong slowly revealing itself to him. With one hand under her lower back I push her ass up and slide her pants down her legs, my knuckles brushing against her smooth skin.
It almost hurts me to not be touching her for a single second - I take my hands to her ankles and slide them up her legs, my mouth feeling dry as I feel the dripping wet fabric of her thong on my fingertips. I lean into her, my lips gently kissing her knees, her inner thighs, her groin... I place my mouth over her thong and, breathing in, suck hard, her scent and flavor so sweet I feel lightheaded.
She pushes her hips upwards, pressing her pussy against my mouth, her eager wetness coating my hungry lips. Then, unable to wait one second more, I push her thong aside, just enough so that I can taste her labia with the tip of my tongue. I lap at her, flicking my tongue at her clit and circling it slowly; pressing my mouth where I suck, the desire to taste her taking hold of me.
I pull back for just one second, enough time for me to pull the thong down her legs. I take one more second to breathe in as I take in the sight of her, the beautiful small triangle of trimmed hair between her legs calling to me. I dive into her, burying my mouth in her pussy, devouring her carelessly as if I need to do it to survive, two careful and gentle fingers brushing against her clit as she keeps jerking her hips against my face.
There is no stopping - even when she claws at my hair, moans breaking free of her mouth through gritted teeth, I don’t fucking stop. I keep going until she surrenders to that sweet madness and starts forcing my head down and her hips up, making me eat her out in the most wild and delicious way there is. And I love it, I love everything about it: how she wants my mouth on her pussy, the taste of her, the aching moans she fills the room with...
Parting her labia with my tongue, I slide one finger inside her, making her hips sway wildly. I take my forearm and place it over her belly, holding her down as, with my mouth and fingers, I claim her. She thrusts her pussy against my face, fighting against the hold I have on her and, holding her position, she cums hard as I devour her.
She screams - it’s a high pitched scream and, yet, almost musical and sweet. I pull back and look at her, my mouth still coated by her wetness. Seeing her like that, closed eyes and breathing fast, her legs shaking as if they’re not hers to command... It makes me happy. It’s a strange thing to feel, at least for me - but it’s the fucking truth. Seeing how I pleased her, pleases me. Nothing more, nothing less.
Her lazy eyelids open and she looks at me. I smile and, before I even notice what’s happened, she throws her arms at me and makes me lay down.
"I need this... I really need this." She purrs against my ear as she climbs on top of me.
No... I'm the one who fucking needs it, I think, surrendering to Julianna as she grabs my cock and eases herself down. I groan as I feel the tip of my member pushing her labia aside - then she falls on me, my length piercing her in one single motion, the tightness of her almost too much for me.
I grab her ass, feeling her sway on top of me as she leans into me, her nipples inches away from me. I go the distance, taking a sweet hard tip in my mouth and sucking as her body rocks against mine.
Feeling my body on hers, her eager breathing and the desire that makes her skin glisten... this is just fucking perfect. It’s not just lust, or just desire... It’s all those things but it’s also something more. Closeness, comfort. And it feels good. It feels fucking good. But there’s something weird.
It doesn’t feel…complete.
I wasn’t always like this. Fuck, I was never like this. Far from it.
But It doesn’t seem right, or fucking complete…without Ethan.
Julianna is riding me perfectly, going up and down in a flowing motion, my cock defenseless against the tight embrace of her pussy. She comes up until only my tip was inside her and then back down once more; then she sways forward and backwards, my shaft burying itself deep inside her. And then she does it all over again. She goes at me like this and it’s getting unbearable - my muscles burn and my bones seem to rattle anxiously against each other.
I’m going to cum. Hard.
Grabbing her ass cheeks hard, my fingertips over the perfect curve of her crack, I thrust upwards and, as she screams her way to orgasm once more.
That’s it.
I erupt.
I shoot my cum deep inside her.
I cum in buckets. I’m going crazy.
My eyes roll up in my head and I nearly black out.
For a fraction of a second her scream of pleasure dances with the sound of my harsh breathing as I gush inside of her and, just for that one moment, I think of her. And then I think of Ethan Blake.
Ethan fucking Blake.
I pull her close, her head resting against my shoulder as she tries to catch her breath. Still inside of her, I turn my head to the side and lay a kiss on her flushed cheek. As far as I’m concerned, there is no place in the world I’d rather be than right here, holding Julianna in my arms.
She feels the same way as she
looks at me.
We’re on the same wavelength as she traces a finger over my abs and looks me in the eyes.
“You missed him too, didn’t you?” she asks.