Both of her eyes were puffy and red, her exhaustion bluntly obvious. She didn’t sleep at all while she was gone, her confession about her dependency entirely true. She stared into my face fearlessly, not showing a hint of the embarrassment she probably felt when she originally told me her secret.
I remembered coming home from work and seeing this beautiful woman on the couch, the TV still on and her mind only lightly asleep. The second she heard me, she jumped up and went to bed with me. Like a pet waiting for its owner, she camped by the elevator and waited for the gentle beep to tell her I was home. Unless I was by her side, she couldn’t truly rest. It was ironic, considering she used to kick me out the second I fulfilled my purpose. She wouldn’t even let me get comfortable because she wanted me gone right away. But now, this woman needed me, and watching her need me was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
She pressed her face against mine as she sat in my arms, her fingers lightly touching my hair.
This was something we did often, pressed our foreheads together and felt the intimate connection between us. It was stronger than a kiss, more powerful than making love. It was something I’d never done with a woman, let time slow down so much just to feel her. I’d never been a big talker, and I didn’t have to make conversation with her. We could communicate with our silence, with this scorching chemistry that lingered in the air the second we were in the same room.
I walked out of the living room and left everything else behind. She was light in my arms, feeling like a bag full of rose petals. My hands gripped her luscious ass, and my bare feet tapped against the hardwood floor as I carried her into the bedroom I shared with her every night. I laid her on the bed and fell with her, my cock hard in my sweatpants the second I was told she was on my property.
She arched her back and pulled her sweater over her head, revealing her black bra that contrasted against her fair skin. She arched her back again to unclasp the back before she settled into the mattress once more, her perfect tits staring right at me.
This woman had the nicest rack I’d ever seen.
I pulled her tight jeans off her body, left her socks on, and then moved for the royal blue thong on her hips. I dragged it down, staring between her legs at the slit my hand could never recreate. The idea of finding new pussy to satisfy me while she was gone was laughable. There was no other woman who compared to this goddess. They all looked like hags, even Ruby, who was considered to be one of the most beautiful women in my circle. I left Carmen’s necklace on, slightly distracted by the way it reflected the light from the ceiling. I wanted to know where she got it, but my cock was more interested in being reunited with its home. I pushed my sweatpants and boxers down to my knees then lowered myself between her legs. I didn’t kick off the clothes entirely because I was too anxious to be inside this woman.
Her head rested on my pillow, and her curls spread out everywhere. Her green eyes were on fire, her full lips pursed and ready for my kiss. Her nipples hardened once my warm body covered hers. She bit her bottom lip in the sexiest way, preparing for the cock she’d missed so much.
My powerful arms locked behind her knees, and I settled on top of her, the head of my cock finding her opening from memory. I gently pushed inside her, breaking through her initial tightness, and then I slowly sank into her wetness until my balls gave a gentle tap against her ass.
The pleasure was so overwhelming that I closed my eyes for a brief moment, treasuring just how well her pussy fit me like a glove. It was like her slit was made for my cock, the perfect place for my dick to settle down.
She was breathing hard for me, her sexy nipples sharp. One hand cupped the back of my head, while the other gripped my biceps. She was already on the verge of climaxing, judging by the redness in her cheeks and fireworks in her eyes. “Mmm…” Just that single sound drove me wild. So subtle and so sexy.
Jesus.
My hips started to thrust, moving at a slow speed I never used with other women. It was gentle, even delicate. I took my time as I reveled in her completely before I pulled out. I felt her again, taking the time to memorize the way her slickness coated me. I was drooling from the tip, in a place I could only describe as heaven.