I glance at him as he drives, and his eyes are fixed on the road as though he knows that he is going to lose his cool if he looks over at me. It gets me so wet to think of how long he has been imagining this, how long he has been waiting for the two of us to come together again the way we are right now.
It might be hard for me to wrap my head around, hard for me to make sense of how this has happened and whether I have made the right choice, but when he touches me, all of that seems to fall away and all I can think about is the powerful need that consumes me when his hands are on me.
He is driving me, I realize, to the spot where we spent our first few hours after prom – the place where I lost my virginity to him. He still remembers, after all this time? Of course he does. If it is embedded in his head the same way it is in mine, he must remember every detail.
When he pulls the car to a halt, he doesn’t hold back for another second. He reaches over and pulls me onto his lap, running his hand through my hair and pulling me towards him so that we can kiss properly.
His tongue pushes into my mouth and I sink against him, running my hands over his chest, feeling the pulse of his heart, the strength of his body beneath me. His other hand roams my body greedily, sliding down my back to grab my ass through my dress, pushing down the straps so that he can lower his mouth to my breasts once more.
I groan, cradle his head in my hands, and watch him as he rolls his tongue around my nipple, baring his teeth for a moment and making me gasp as the shock of pain turns into pleasure between my thighs.
I need him inside of me. This isn’t like the last time that we did this, when I was so nervous, so worried that I was going to do something wrong. Right now, all I can think about is how badly I want to feel him in me, and nothing is going to satisfy me until I feel his cock filling my pussy.
I push open his shirt and rake my nails down his chest as we kiss again, and I can feel his dick stirring to hardness against me. I grind against him, letting him feel how needy I am for him in this moment, knowing that he is as hungry for this as I am right now.
"I need to fuck you," he growls in my ear, reaching between my legs to push his hand into my panties and massage my clit. "Right now."
"Then do it," I breathe to him, pushing my hips back against his hand as he touches me. He reaches down to unzip his pants and then pulls my panties to the side, pushing my dress up so that he can watch as he thrusts inside of me for the first time in what feels like forever.
I can’t take my eyes off his face as he pushes his cock deep inside of me. Something seems to lift, as though a tension that he has been carrying for far too long is finally giving way to something else. His mouth softens and he looks up at me, slowly arching his hips so that he can push into me properly.
The feeling is incredible. My pussy seems made for him, made to take him like this, my body fitting around him in all the ways that it is supposed to. I want nothing more than to stay in this moment forever, feel his hardness as he takes me, as he makes me his.
There is nothing more perfect than the way he fits into my pussy, the fullness just at the edge of what I can take before it starts becoming painful. I close my eyes to savor it, but he reaches up and grabs my face, tilting it down to look at him again.
"I want to see you," he tells me urgently, and he kisses me again as he begins to drive himself into me. I grab hold of the seat behind him, letting him move up into me hard and fast as our tongues meet frantically once again. I am moaning against his mouth, needing this, needing more, hungry for him – he is spreading me wide with every thrust and the pressure of his cock filling me is already starting to push me to places that I didn’t even know I needed to go.
He grips my ass with one hand and moves the other between my legs so that he can play with my clit as he fucks me deep. The pleasure, the way the sensations mix inside of me, sends me into overdrive, and I can’t help but let out a long groan of pleasure as I begin to ride him properly. It feels as though I can’t have enough of him, as though I could gorge myself on every inch of him and still come up needing more.