by Lara Swann
“And let’s not forget everything else it’s changed. The look in your eyes. Your maturity. Your knowledge and understanding. Your compassion - that ultimate kind of love you can only ever really have for your children. You were a kid yourself, before - we both were, I guess. But now…now I’m looking forward to knowing every inch of my sweet, sexy baby momma.”
I shudder, and feel the blush rising within me. I really feel it. The truth behind everything he says.
And, damn it, it even makes me feel a little shy. Like maybe he can see more inside me than I can myself.
Then that naughty grin returns, and he glances down. “I’ll start with these.”
His mouth lowers to my tits and that’s all it takes for my momentarily shyness to vanish entirely. Instead, I’m clutching onto his shoulders as he lavishes the kind of attention on them that I’ve only imagined for years.
“Oh, fuck…” I whisper, my legs trying desperately to draw him closer.
I’m not even sure he can get closer, but I want it anyway.
We kiss - powerfully, passionately, possessively - and my hands start clawing at his shirt, fully ready to rectify the unfairness of being half-naked while he’s there fully clothed.
All I get is a couple of buttons popping off, and he laughs at me.
He actually laughs at me.
I growl back, my hand pulling his head into me for another kiss while I mutter the demand. “I want that off.”
He laughs again, but it takes a different tone - a sexy, heated one. And, to my surprise, he obliges. He even rips it open for me, ruining what was probably a way more expensive shirt than what I was wearing.
But, I guess, billionaire.
“Happy?” He murmurs, his hands on my breasts and his mouth nippling and nuzzling at my neck.
I run my hands over the rock hard muscles that have suddenly appeared under my grip, feeling the heat on him as my own body practically sizzles with the electricity of skin-on-skin contact.
I moan, unable to respond any other way, as his fingers tease and play and pull at my sensitive tits, and the wetness between my legs threatens to leave an entirely unwholesome mark on his kitchen counter. As if he senses it, one hand starts slowly riding up my thigh, and I practically whimper from need. Those strong fingers, so close…
I reach down, my fingers playing at the edge of his suit pants as I follow that perfect ‘V’, not even hidden by the soft smattering of hair. For a business guy, Alistair seems to keep himself in insane shape.
You’ll have to ask about that. See if you can get any workout tips now that you have the time to—
My ridiculous, mile-a-minute mind stops thinking entirely as that hand starts caressing my inner thigh - so, so close. At the same time, his mouth lowers to suck in one of my tits, his tongue lashing me until I feel like I might just cum from the friction of him being so close, being right there.
Fuck it.
“I want you in me.” It comes out as a coarse need, my voice rough and my mind spacing out. “Ugh…damn it, Alistair. I can’t…I need you.”
I reach down between us, palming the beautifully thick cock through his pants, just in case he isn’t sure what I’m talking about. I remember this cock so well. I’ve thought about it so much. My favorite fantasy…hell, all my favorite fantasies were with Alistair - he blew all the other sex I ever had completely out of the water.
“Leah…” Alistair murmurs, sounding amused. “My, my…I didn’t know you were the kind of girl to put out on the first date.”
I can’t help it - it rips a laugh out of me, and I tilt my head back to see his eyes sparkling back at me.
Bastard.
“Yeah, well…this first date has been five years in the making.” I remind him.
He grins at me. “You can fucking tell me that again.”
Not that he gives me the chance to - his mouth meeting mine in one demanding motion, and then he’s pulling me back from the counter, my legs wrapping around his waist again and my arms around his neck. I fucking love this position. I love that it puts me eye-to-eye with him. I love that I feel held and secure and wanted, deep in his eyes. And I love that his cock is pressed right against my pussy.
I wriggle against it and get another growl, which only makes me grin further, my mouth on his as he starts carrying me towards the bedroom.
Somehow, along the way he gets the zipper on my skirt loose - and then he’s tugging it off me. So by the time we’re at his bedroom door, it’s just me. My exposed breasts pressed against his hard pecs. My bare legs wrapped around his suit pants.
Just me. And, I guess, my panties.
He eyes those with a hungry look, and I wonder whether he can feel the damp patch where it presses against the thin material of his suit. I certainly feel like I’m wet enough for him to be able to. And I know exactly what’s on his mind as he throws me onto the bed.
And I mean throw - I land with a thump, and I’m momentarily breathless. I can’t quite tell whether that’s from the impact, or suddenly seeing him towering above me. His bare chest in all its glory. And his hands slowly opening his belt.
There’s something stupidly sexy about the way a man takes off his belt. The slow, sensual seduction there. The promise of what lies underneath.
If he does it right, anyway.
And Alistair…fuck me, he does it right.
I moisten my lips as I watch, and when his pants drop to the floor and I see his cock thrust out…I actually swallow.
Fuck.
I’m not sure I remembered it right, after all. That’s…a little bigger than I was expecting.
He sees my eyes widen and gives me a slow, decadent grin.
“This is what you wanted inside you?” He growls, climbing onto the bed on top of me.
I moan, but my pussy spasms its own answer. And I can’t help myself.
I nod.
I’m so not used to this anymore, and I’m going to feel stretched for days…but, damn, I’ve needed that in my life for years. I’ve missed that used feeling.
He settles himself between my legs, and then slides my panties off with such gentle care that you wouldn’t believe he’d practically torn all my other clothes off. It makes me even wetter, and as his mouth hovers above me, I whimper.
“God, I’ve waited to taste you again for so long. You look fucking stunning lying there like that, Leah. Stretched out. Splayed across my bed sensuously, and not even aware of it. Heat and need in your eyes. I’ve been picturing this for…fuck, I’ve been thinking of it for years.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to respond - his mouth is on me a moment later. Or, when I say on, I mean, right fucking above. But not quite there.
Just blowing, teasing, playing. He starts nibbling at my inner thigh, his lips and tongue and teeth tempting me with the promise of what they should be, but not quite getting there. I groan, complaining, and try bucking up against him - but his head moves with me effortlessly. So I bring my hands down instead, ready to pull his head into me. Into where it should be.
But he preempts me - his hands clasping mine and pushing them back into the bed. I mumble a curse, squirming against the soft sheets - and then he finally obliges.
And I don’t have a chance to think about anything else. I’m suddenly glad for his hands clutched in mine, and I squeeze them tight as pleasure explodes behind my eyes. His tongue strokes up from my entrance, tangling with my clit and flicking back and forth, while he suckles and nibbles and sets every nerve on fire. Electricity and heat shoot straight to my core, building immediately. Desperate and wanting.
I moan, and he tries to quiet me with a murmur - I realize belatedly what he’s thinking of. Maddie. And I groan again, flinging my head back into the bed as I think about all the noise we’ve probably already made.
Thank god she’s a heavy sleeper.
Then he slips a finger inside me, and all thoughts of my daughter disappear. I love my girl. Honestly, I do. But…not even a saint could hold a thought i
n their head when he’s doing this to me.
“Fuck, Leah…you’re so fucking tight.” He looks up at me, a question in his gaze, and I shut my eyes against it.
Before admitting it. “I haven’t…since Maddie. Since you. Too…too busy.”
That’s the understatement of the year. Guys and sex and fucking…not exactly registered on my priority list for the last five years. Sure, there were nights I got horny - but not enough that it was worth the effort of trying to find someone. Besides, that’s how more accidents tend to happen. And as much as I love Maddie…I couldn’t have coped with another.
It still makes me flush, though, as if it’s something to be ashamed of. If you asked Mathilda or Emma, it probably would be.
“Oh…god, Leah.” Alistair mutters, his voice rough with lust. He looks up at me, and the intensity there makes my toes curl against the bed sheets. “I was going to take this slow. Make you scream for hours. But, fuck, you haven’t…fuck. I’m not waiting any longer.”
His tongue swirls around my entrance again, lapping against his own finger until it reaches up to circle my clit - he sucks it into his mouth and makes my whole body melt against the bed…and then he’s right up next to me.
And I can feel his thick, hard cock pressing against my entrance. I whimper again - with need. With the deep pulsing ache that’s been driving me crazy for far too long. With the passion I’ve felt every time I’ve looked at him.
“I have to take you.” He murmurs it into my ear, his hands still clasped in mine, still pressing them down into the bed underneath him - and his gaze heavy with need. “I’m going to take you back, Leah.”
I shudder at that, open my legs wider, and arch up into him. Wanting every part of this. Wanting his mouth on my breasts, his cock pressing against my pussy, and his fingers interlocked with mine - exactly like this.
He rubs his cock against my wet, desperate entrance, teasing me mercilessly as he makes it slick and ready. I’m gasping with every breath now, so ready for him, and as I feel him position himself, hovering just above me - our eyes meet. Lock. And I’m suddenly struck by what we’re doing. What we’re about to do.
He pauses for one moment, as something occurs to him. “Do I need…”
It takes a while for the meaning to work its way through my desire-fogged mind, but when it does, my eyes widen and I shake my head.
No. It’s safe.
And the idea of him filling me like that…it’s what’s setting my blood on fire.
Taking me back.
The question is enough to bring reality back for one, brief moment though. I might have been fantasizing about this for…longer than I care to admit. But it’s one thing to think it, and another entirely to do it. On our first ‘date’. When we’re supposed to be taking it slowly.
Something in between anticipation and anxiety runs through me, and I squeeze his hands, forcing the words out through the haze of lust and need and every biological impulse telling my brain to just shut up.
“We’re…not rushing into this too fast, right? Still just…just a date?” I ask, inanely, as he looks down at me with the promise of everything he’s about to do. The smoldering heat in his eyes flickers, just a little, and I can see the amusement there as he smirks.
“Sure thing, baby. This is just the best fucking date.” He chuckles slowly, and I finally give in.
To everything I know is about to hit me.
And it’s just as fucking powerful as I thought.
His hands push mine up above my head as he thrusts in with one powerful stroke - holding nothing back, entering me entirely. I didn’t even think that was going to be possible, but…fuck.
I feel everything at once. Full and aching and so totally complete. The need in my pussy filled so thoroughly that I gasp, throwing my head back as my hips arch up to meet him. It’s painful, just a little - but the perfect type of pain. And I whimper as my body adjusts, as my pussy shifts around him, learning his weight. Remembering it. Wanting it.
His growl rumbles in my ear, and I can feel what I’m doing to him - feel the silken steel of his cock inside me, throbbing and pulsing with his own need.
“You are…so…perfectly…tight.” He mutters, his mouth at my ear as he slowly starts to draw out of me.
I moan in complaint, not ready for the emptiness - but then he’s thrusting in again hard, and every nerve I have lights up as that beautiful cock glides past it. The friction sends tremors through me, heat building deep inside, as his mouth finds mine. His hands let go of mine, and suddenly we’re all over each other again - my nails scraping down his back, his hands pulling at my breasts, so that it feels like he’s taking and using every ounce of pleasure I have. Every sensitive part of me. Driving it all further - up and up until I can barely breathe.
And once he starts, he doesn’t slow down. His thrusts come hard and fast, spearing me to the bed, and my weak legs wrap around his hips as I arch up into him - needing it, desperate for more. For how everything he’s giving me feels. With every thrust, he slams against my clit and my body tingles. The sensation, the pleasure rising too fast for me to be able to think anymore.
I gasp. And I can feel him gasping with me. Our breaths mingling and mixing with how close we are together, with the lust and need that’s driving us and how fucking amazing it feels to finally have him inside me.
His lips take mine, and I fight for breath as we kiss desperately. The way only five years of separation can do.
And then, as I feel his cock twitching within me, both of us driving towards that one, shared place of bliss - he pulls back, just a little. To look at me. To touch my hair, to caress my face. It’s completely at odds with what his hips are doing to me, but I can’t stop staring at the look on his face. The passion and need there. The desire. The depth of it. And the emotional intensity behind it all.
“I love you, Leah.” He says, voice rough with passion…and everything else, too. “Fuck it, I never stopped loving you - even after all this time.”
I stare at him, my breath leaving me completely, and I can feel my eyes widening. Even in the midst of all this.
I struggle for breath, my arms still around him, still clutching his shoulders. His pace eases off for just a few moments, while our eyes lock together.
“What…what happened to taking it slow?”
“I’ve been waiting two fucking weeks…we did slow already, babe.”
I can’t help it. He startles a laugh out of me, even in my confused state. “I thought we were going to date.”
He can’t be saying that…already. Can he?
But I can feel the truth of it, slowly sinking into me. The truth that’s been obvious from everything he’s done over the last two weeks. What does it matter, how fast he says it…if it’s true. This feeling between us. That not even five years could change.
He chuckles, and it’s like pure fire straight through me.
“Oh, we’ll do that too. Believe me, girl, I’ll be pulling out all the stops - full-scale seduction. Until there’s nothing you can do but melt in my arms - again, and again, and again.” He starts thrusting again, going deeper with every word, and I gasp under him. “But I want you to know right up front - I love you. I’ve loved you for fucking years, and I’m never going to let you go. I’m never going to let you want anything else.”
The words ripple through me, the feeling of safety and security and being wanted. Being cherished and desired. All of it overwhelming me - even more than the physical need that’s building to an impossible crescendo.
They combine, somehow, and as our bodies join together - his hard cock burying itself deep inside me again and again - it seems like an extension of what my heart and soul are feeling. How deeply connected we are. The emotions behind it overwhelm the physical, until every thrust feels like a declaration of his love, of his need, of everything he’s promised me.
I reach up to grasp his face between my hands, bringing him down to kiss me again, feeling like I could get lost
in these kisses forever.
And as I let him take a breath, it escapes. A whisper. A sigh.
“I love you too.”
An admission of everything I’ve been too scared to feel. Of how badly I’ve fallen for him over the last couple of weeks.
I don’t get the chance to say or think anything else - as if it’s a trigger, that propels him forward, and he pulls my whole body into him as his hips work fast, thrusting and pounding into me.
His mouth meets mine again, and our tongues twist together as my pussy contracts, and aches, and shudders with the power of the heat building within me. We’re groaning, grunting, clutching at each other, until I don’t think I can hold on anymore.
Everything I’ve wanted for so long. Everything he’s said. And done.
I shudder, and he muffles my cry with his own mouth as it all overtakes me. Flashes of light and intensity and pure, electric release ripple through me. My body explodes, then contracts, then explodes again as I shake with the force of the climax. He groans, deep in his chest, and as my pussy clenches down on him - buries himself deep inside me.
I feel him pulse and throb inside me, and then warm wetness fills me - soaking my already wet center with heat that sends aftershocks running through me. We moan and gasp together, clutching at each other as we come down from the insane high of finally being together. Joined. In every way possible.
He slides out of me a moment later, shifting onto his side behind me, and then brings my body into his chest. His mouth nuzzles and kisses at the side of my face, my neck, while his arms surround me. I’ve never felt particularly small before - but in his arms, that’s exactly how it is.
Small, and safe, and protected.
I sigh deeply, leaning back into the cuddle and smiling as he curls his whole body around me. I’m tucked up tight, but my spirit feels free and light and so deeply satisfied, I could die happy right now.
“I love you, Leah.”
He murmurs it in my ear, again and again, and I feel complete. In a way I haven’t been for so long.