“All week,” I tell him, whispering in his ear and then licking his lobe. “Lying by you, all I wanted to do was jump you.” My hand falls to his lap, and I cup his cock.
“Sunrise,” he hisses out between clenched teeth. “I am on the edge right now.”
“Why?” I ask, sucking in his lobe. “I want you,” I say, and I’m about to say something else when the truck comes to a stop. He’s out of his seat before I can look around. My door is ripped open, and he picks me up like a rag doll. My legs wrap around his waist as his mouth finds mine. His tongue fights with mine as he walks up to the front door. My hands are already ripping off his shirt as he pushes me into the door and attacks my neck. My back arches, and I hope to fuck he rips off my shirt soon. “Ethan,” I say his name as he attacks my neck.
His hand flies to my waist as my shirt rises, and I feel his hands on my body. Five years ago, they were soft. This time, they are rougher, and I need him to touch all of me. I don’t know how he does it, but the door opens, and we are inside. He walks straight to my bedroom and tosses me on the bed. I get up on my elbows in time to see him reach behind his head and pull his shirt over his head. At the same time, he kicks off his shoes.
“Last chance,” he says. I sit up, reaching out to unsnap his button. Taking off my shirt, I toss it with his discarded one, then kick off my shoes with his.
“I hope that answers your question,” I say, and his eyes change as he looks at me in my gray lacy bra.
“I pictured this moment,” he tells me, sliding his finger under my bra strap. “Every day.” He peels the strap off my shoulder. Leaning down, he moves the cup aside and takes my nipple into his mouth. I close my eyes as he rolls his tongue around and then he bites down like he knows I like it. My hand goes to his head as I moan out. “Fuck, still as responsive as the first time,” he says, going to the other side and pushing the cup aside to take the other nipple in his mouth.
I use my right hand to cup his cock, and slowly, he stands up. I bring him to me, and my fingers slowly trace his scar on the side. I lean in and kiss his scar. “I love you,” I say and then place my hands on his hips.
I slip his boxers down, and I don’t wait any longer to take his cock in my mouth. His hands go into my hair as my tongue swirls around the head of his cock. My hand grips the base of his cock, and I work him with my mouth and my hand. I know that it’s only a matter of time before he takes over, just like always. When I take him all the way to the base, his hands grip my hair tighter, and I feel him pulling back, pulling it just enough, and I want to close my legs and grind on him. “Enough.” He pushes me back onto the bed, and in one single move, my shorts are ripped off me, and his mouth is on my pussy. He doesn’t even move the panties yet; he just licks up in one long lick. “Fuck,” he says as he pushes my panties to the side, and his tongue finally flicks my clit.
“Ethan,” I say with my eyes closed, opening my legs as much as they can go. We always had the best sex, always. We were never shy in the bedroom. If we wanted to try something, we did, and it always rocked our world. “Right there,” I say as he fucks me with two fingers that he slipped in. “Rub right there,” I say again as his fingers rub my G-spot, and my hand comes up to play with my nipples.
“I need,” I say, panting. “I need …” I can taste the fall; he bites down on my clit, and right when I start to come, he pulls his mouth away. I groan in frustration, and my eyes are about to open when I feel him slam into me in one hard thrust, causing us both to moan. I look down at his cock as it goes in and out of me in small, hard thrusts. His thick, meaty thighs hit my ass with each thrust. I can’t stop watching his cock as my pussy takes all of him. I feel so full, and the sound of us panting fills the room.