I nod, remembering all of the nights the past six months when I’d moan his name out in the peak of my climax. “Yes,” I whimper as he moves his finger up slightly, grazing over my slit through my panties. I look down at where his hand is under my skirt and I shut my eyes trying to memorize everything about this moment.
“I bet your clit is hard and quivering. Dying for my tongue. Tell me, baby. Is your pussy throbbing?” he whispers in my ear.
“Fuck.” A moan escapes my lips just as he slides a finger under my panties and I’m pretty sure I could pass out at any second at the thought of just his hand between my legs when he freezes. His finger traces the seam of my pussy, not pushing inside before his hand slides out.
“You’re…bare?” My eyes fly open and I stare at him as the shock takes over his face. “There’s no hair.”
“Oh…yeah.”
He stares at the space between my legs before sliding his gaze upward. “You used to have a tiny thatch of hair…just at the top of your mound. It was so fucking sexy.” He grips my hips, pulling my skirt up slowly. “Can I see?”
My throat immediately goes dry at the idea of exposing myself to Bennett. It’s a level of vulnerability that’s so erotic I feel the wetness dripping into my panties. “Right…now?” I ask weakly.
“I’m almost afraid to touch you…after not being able to for so long.” He frowns slightly. “I don’t remember us being apart, but my body hasn’t forgotten. Every part of me can feel that things are off between us, and it’s making me insane, Livi.”
“Clarke…”
“Baby,” he whispers as he runs his fingers through my slit again. He swallows, and I notice his Adam’s apple wobble slightly. He pulls his fingers from me and he holds them under his nose, breathing in my scent and my mouth drops open, remembering just how kinky he always was.
He spins me around to face the wall, pushing his dick into my back. One hand darts out and leans against the wall as his other hand goes between my legs and into my panties. “I’m going to rub this pretty clit until it comes all over my hand and then I’m going to fuck you with my tongue,” he whispers in my ear. “How does that sound?”
I nod and he starts rubbing the throbbing bundle hard. He rocks his dick against me, humping me in time with me riding his hand. “Oh my God, baby,” I cry out and somewhere in my subconscious I regret my choice of words but Bennett gasps in my ear in response.
“Tell me how good it feels. Tell me everything you’re thinking.”
Dangerous road, my mind thinks, but I’m too far gone, desperate for the orgasm that’s just a beat away. “I’m thinking I miss this. I miss you. I miss us. God, I want you to make me come.”
“Fuck.” He says in my ear. “I need that. Give it to me. Come all over my fingers. Now.” He growls.
And then I do, long and hard after months of pent up frustration. I cry out, the tears flood my eyes as my body explodes with the best orgasm of the past six months. His other hand not in my panties goes to my jaw, pulling my face towards his and he presses his lips to mine. I moan into his mouth as he cups my sex protectively, his finger lazily rubbing my clit even though I flinch every few seconds.
“I need more.” He grits out as he pulls me towards the couch. He sits on the coffee table in front of me and pulls my legs around his hips. He lifts my skirt up and stares down at the apex of my thighs like he wants to devour me. I’m wearing a black thong that is completely soaked, and I know he can smell the evidence of my orgasm. “Goddamn, Olivia.” He moves off the table, settling on his knees between my legs and immediately presses his face into my sex. I hold my skirt up so I can watch this sexy scene take place as he presses his lips to my covered sex before running his thick tongue over the damp fabric. “You’re soaking wet.” He presses his lips to me again, sucking the arousal from my panties, all the while grazing my clit with his teeth. I roll my hips hard against his face and he groans. My pussy begins to pulse, a new fire building between my legs that I’m desperate for Bennett to put out.
“Fuck, I’m there, again.” I moan as I feel him pulling my panties slowly down my legs before dropping them to the ground. He looks up at me from between my legs then back to my sex. The air hits the wet flesh and I shiver at the meeting of cool air and wet warmth on my clit.
“Your cunt is perfect,” he says, breaking the silence. I fully expect for him to dive in and taste me from the source but he stands up, pulling his t-shirt off over his head and unbuckling his jeans. I follow suit pulling my turtleneck off and sliding my skirt down my legs, leaving me only in my bra. His eyes darken when my tits come out even if they are slightly covered by my lacy see through bra. He’s still in his briefs, black ones that highlight his hard dick dying to break free, and for a brief moment, time stops as we ogle each other.
He sits next to me on the couch and pulls me into his lap so my pussy is resting directly against his dick. Reaching around me, he pulls off my bra and his eyes devour my breasts like he’s never seen them before. “It’s too fucking
much.” He growls as he presses his lips to one of my breasts. He’d always told me how much he loves my tits. He loves how well they fit in his hand and his mouth, and that they are big enough for him to fuck. How my nipples were the prettiest color, not quite pink or brown but a delicious mix between the two. My pussy is literally dripping arousal all over his cock that is nestled between the lips of my sex. His hands find my ass and begin to rock me against him. “You’re so wet, you’re soaking me through my briefs.” He stares at me as he moves me against him.
Up and down
Side to side.
“Take your underwear off,” I breathe, wanting to get rid of the only thing stopping him from being inside me.
“Not yet, baby.”
“What?” I whine.
“Trust me, I’m going to make you come again. But I don’t trust myself going that far.”
“Why?”
“Because I think I’d rip you apart, Olivia.” His voice is hoarse as his fingertips tighten on my hips. “I can’t even put my mouth on your cunt right now. I think I’d lose my fucking mind.” He growls and my clit pulses instantly. My insides quiver with need, spurred by him digging his nails into my hips. “I need you so fucking much, Olivia Clarke. You are still mine, aren’t you? Your body still knows who it belongs to,” he whispers against my neck as his hands palm my ass cheeks. A hand slaps my ass before he grips it as he moves me harder and faster against his dick. Arousal pours out of me as I grind my clit against the hardness between his legs and before I can think I’ve gripped the waistband of his briefs, pulling it down and exposing his dick.
“Livi,” he groans.