Foxy In Lingerie (Lingerie 10)

I moved to the bed and pressed her back into the mattress, my lips never leaving hers. I’d slept in this bed alone since she left, never having any visitors to fight the loneliness. The only company I ever had was my hand—and that wasn’t as good as the real thing.

My hand moved up her dress until I touched her thong. Soft and lacy, it was just as I remembered before I even looked at them. This one was black, one of my favorite pairs. I pulled it over her luscious ass and down her gorgeous legs.

I was hard just from touching her panties, from undressing her so I could enjoy her. She was a present that I got to open, and instead of seeing the gift right away, I took my time. I pulled her dress off next, revealing more of that beautiful olive skin. Dark and unblemished, her smooth skin was sweet like honey. When I got it off, I visualized the gorgeous curves I used to enjoy every night. With perky tits, a slender stomach, and endless curves, she was exactly as I remembered. She’d lost some weight, but that didn’t distract me from the obvious beauty underneath me.

My lips ached to kiss her everywhere, to pleasure my tongue with her taste. It’d been so long since I’d had a woman, since I’d been buried between a beautiful woman’s legs. An eternity had passed, and looking at her tested my resolve. My mouth immediately went to the valley of her tits, and I dragged my tongue everywhere, tasting her exquisite flesh. I devoured her tits aggressively, kissing those womanly curves and sucking the nipples until they were raw.

She writhed underneath me, digging her nails through my t-shirt and moaning like she’d never been touched before. Her fingers moved into the back of my hair, and she shoved each boob into my mouth, like she couldn’t get enough of me fast enough. Her excitement matched mine, and she squeezed my hips with her thighs. “Griffin…god.” I wasn’t even inside her yet, and she was about to come from my mouth.

My lips trailed down her stomach until I reached the apex of her thighs. With the same enthusiasm, she pulled my face between her legs and pressed into me, her head rolling back with ecstasy.

I ate her pussy with vigor, having missed her unique taste. Her arousal continued to pool between her legs, and she didn’t need my wetness at all, but I wanted her anyway. I wanted to claim every inch of her, to erase anyone else she had been since I’d been gone. I circled her clit a few times, making her spine shiver and her words emerge as a whimper. I wanted to make her come, to make her call at my name, but my cock wanted to feel her squeeze around me as she exploded.

The second my mouth was gone, she viciously yanked my shirt over my head. She clawed at it with her nails, scratching my skin in the process. She moved for my jeans next, her hands shaking in her impatience to get me naked. She finally pushed them down along with my boxers.

She stared at my cock without shame, looking at it like it was the most arousing thing she’d ever seen. She licked her lips then moaned, moaned like he was already buried inside her. “God…get inside me.” She pulled me on top of her and widened her legs to give my hips the room they needed.

I knew she wanted me, but I’d never seen her look at me quite like that. After putting my weight on my hands and positioning myself against her, I pointed the swollen head of my cock inside her and pushed.

So fucking wet.

And tight.

It was so tight I had to push slowly so I could sink inside her.

We didn’t have the conversation about where we’d been and if we’d been tested. It didn’t seem like it mattered right now because nothing was going to stop us from being together.

She clawed at my chest as she felt me squeeze through her soft flesh. “Yes…yes…yes.” She looked up at me, her mouth open from moaning right in my face. “Jesus Christ…yes.” She’d missed my cock as much as I missed giving it to her.

I kept sinking, getting reacquainted with her cunt. I didn’t remember her being this tight. The first time I fucked her, it was like breaking in a virgin, but after that, her pussy formed to my cock. Now I was breaking her in all over again. That could only mean one thing.

She hadn’t been fucking anyone else.

It didn’t matter to me whether she had or hadn’t. She’d always been mine, even if another man enjoyed her. I could make her forget he ever existed, forget his name like she didn’t know it in the first place.