“How do you figure?”
“You’re hiding the goods.”
“The goods?” she snorts. I decide to be a good sport, so while she’s taking off her bra, I unzip my pants.
Immediately, my cock bounces out, grateful to be released. Damn zipper was starting to bite into me. I’m so hard it’s painful.
“Definitely the goods. Your tits should have sonnets written about them,” I answer, stepping out of my pants.
“You’re so smooth. Sometimes I think you’re nothing more than a big kid,” she laughs, shaking her head.
“Well, I am big.” I take my cock in my hand and begin stroking myself as I look at her.
She’s right. This is different. There’s an easy feeling between us now that I’m not eaten up with anger and regrets. I’ve let my guard down, and at least, right here in this minute, she has, too. I know it’s not permanent. I have a lot to make up for. For the first time in a long time, I’m hopeful. It feels like we’re on the same page.
Her eyes become hooded, pleasure adding a soft peach glow to her skin.
“You seem to have gotten rid of your clothes a lot sooner than I have, Blue.”
“It’s not my fault you overdress, baby.”
“I don’t think you can call a T-shirt and sweats overdressed,” she argues.
She does push her sweats down, revealing her long legs. Christ. I’ve always been a leg man. Meadow’s have always been spectacular. Sexy, powerful… I love running my hand over them and feeling the heated skin, the soft curves, and the lean muscle in them. I like them best when they are wrapped around me, pulling me tightly into her body. Then again, they’re pretty spectacular when they’re lying over my shoulders, her heels pressing into my back as I eat her pussy.
Just the thought of that is enough to make precum drip over the head of my cock and run against my hand as I squeeze my shaft tight. There’s no way I’m going to allow myself to blow too soon. I’ve been too long without her. I want to make this last.
“You’re wearing panties,” I groan. “Waste of time and they keep me from what I want.”
“What do you want?”
“You, naked, on my bed, and completely spread for me. Do it, Doe.”
Her breathing goes ragged with my order. She slides her panties off and kicks them to the side. God, she’s breathtaking. Her body a work of art that should be worshipped and adored—but only by me. She’s been mine since we were in third grade and too young to know what that meant. I fucked up, but I’m not letting her go ever again. My eyes move over her body, memorizing it. Her stomach is still flat, but I can tell differences and my heart grows warm, realizing my child is there—our child is there.
My gaze drops down to take in her sweet, neatly trimmed, pussy. Possessiveness always hits me in waves when I see her like this. Mine. I drop to my knees in front of her. My fingers wrap around each of her legs as I look up at her.
She runs her hand through my hair. Her touch is soft, gentle, and loving. This is different, too—and all good.
“God, Doe, I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you, too,” she admits, her voice whisper soft as I pull her into my face. I press my face between her legs, kissing along the lips of her pussy. They’re wet with her juices, showing me just how much she wants me. I breathe her in deeply, unable to get enough, even surrounded by her. My tongue slips between her lips, and a gush of wetness greets me as her body trembles. I curl my tongue to lap against her tender folds, gathering her cream and greedily swallowing it down. I plunge my tongue inside of her, fucking her, licking around her entrance and teasing her.
“So fucking perfect,” I groan as her body trembles.
I move up, licking at her throbbing clit, teasing the little, hooded pleasure point. I press my face in deeper as she grinds against me. I suck at her clit, while bringing my hand up and sliding my fingers inside her. The walls of her pussy clamp down against me almost immediately, and I grin before going back to torturing her tender clit. I fuck her with my fingers, slowly at first, but picking up speed as she rocks her body against me, taking it all and begging for more. I pull back enough, so I can watch her. Her head is arched backwards, her long hair flowing around her like a veil. Her full lips are open, and a low moan escapes like a song, her voice smoky and full of need.
“Blue,” she gasps as I continue to fuck her with two of my fingers. I move my hand slightly so my thumb presses against her clit, grinding against it in a way that I know will make her shatter.