“Honey, touch me. Please just touch me. I need your hands all over,” I confess in a moment of true, honest weakness. But just like it was before, there is no reason to feel weak. Kat knows my need inherently, for she too feels it.
Her good hand pushes between our bodies, and she plucks at the button of my jeans with the precision only a clothing designer could have. She shoves down the zipper. A second of bliss almost topples me when the air touches my bare cock, and then her warm little hand cups my girth and tugs.
Nirvana.
Pain and pleasure spike through every nerve ending from my groin to my chest, where I push out the longest sigh of relief history has ever heard.
“God, honey, I love your touch,” I whisper, licking the place behind her ear that makes her knees wobble and her pussy wet.
She groans, getting a better grip on me, using her wickedly talented hand to stroke up and down, rubbing the crown with the moisture she finds there. Her thumb is spinning me into a haze of beautiful oblivion. My mouth waters and her scent invades my nose. Sunshine and coconuts. The coconut is new but equally stimulating.
While she plays, I use both hands to lift her flowy knee-length skirt until I find the tiny scrap of lace attached to her hips.
“Hope these weren’t your favorite,” I grumble into her neck, biting down on her succulent skin as I shred both sides of her panties and tuck the scraps of lace into the back pocket of my jeans.
“Jesus, Carson. What has gotten into you?”
Desire flares higher with her words. She tugs hard on my length, and I arch into her hand and moan. It’s as if all my pleasure has zeroed in on my cock and her magnificent hand, which is perfectly stroking me into a ball of knots.
“It’s me who’s going to get into you. Into this sweet cunt. Fuck me.” I cup her sex and rejoice in the wetness that coats my hand. I roll my fingers around her clit and dip two fingers into her welcoming heat.
I feel her body tighten as she closes her eyes and presses herself against the door behind her. She no longer has ahold of my cock, focused only on her own pleasure. I love making her crazy and greedy. It’s been far too long since I’ve had a woman respond to my touch the way Kathleen does. As though her life depends on it.
She’s my everything. My one. The only woman I know inside and out. The only woman I want to know in that way.
I thrust my fingers in and out of her. “You like that, honey? Me fucking you with my hand?”
Her perfect teeth are biting into her lip, her eyes closed, her nose crinkled in concentration. “Shut the hell up, Carson. You know I do.” She gasps when I push deep, rewarding her honesty.
I bring my body as close to hers as I can while steadily moving my fingers in and out of her. I press our foreheads together. The zap of connection holds me there and makes me crazy with the need to please her. “I’m going to make you come so many times you’ll never forget how good it is between us.”
Her body jolts, and her mouth opens on a silent cry. I give in to the temptation and lick around her kiss-swollen lips, tasting tequila, lime, and my girl. Magnificent. My balls react, drawing up tight, feeling heavy and full, needing some action of their own.
I rub my lower half against her as I finger her fast and hard. Pops of arousal slither along my spine as she starts to tremble and shake. I place my thumb over her pert little clit and swirl in fast circles.
Her hands come up to my neck, and she hangs on as the orgasm rattles through her violently.
“Fucking beautiful,” I whisper against her lips, watching every emotion flit across her face before taking her mouth in a deep kiss while rubbing at her clit slowly until she comes down off her high. “That’s it, honey. Nice and easy.”
Kat hums, licking into my mouth and leaning most of her weight on me. In a quick move, I swoop her into a princess hold and walk through her apartment until we get to her bedroom. When I hit the bed, I let her body slide down mine and push her skirt down until her bottom half is bare. Kathleen gets her footing and looks at me lazily, running her hands up my polo shirt, helping me to lift it up and off. Her gaze is rapt on my chest and abdominals.
“You’ve changed,” she says in awe.
Three years ago, I was lean and fit. Since losing the only woman I ever loved, I spend all of my time at work and in the gym. I’ve put on a solid thirty pounds of muscle and taken off any additional fat I used to have.
“Being lost and alone changes a man,” I say, wishing I hadn’t when she winces and looks away.
Before she can let the shit of our past creep in, I wrap my hand around her neck and use my thumb and forefinger to tilt her face back to mine. Without saying a word, I kiss her, putting everything I am into the kiss. The loss of us, the waste of time not spent together, years of longing, lust mixed with intense amounts of need. I don’t let her pull away. Instead, I hold on. Sucking her tongue, nibbling on her lips, my desire taking the driver’s seat in the heat of the moment. No way am I going to let her doubt and fear sneak their way into this homecoming.
Eventually, we both pull away, needing air. I take that time to shove off my jeans, kicking off my sneakers and toeing off my socks.
Her caramel eyes look like melted dark chocolate in the moonlight. She stands there, her chest lifting evenly with each breath. It’s as if she’s centering herself, calming the vivid swirl of emotions centering around both of us.
I go to lift her shirt by the hem, skimming her luscious hips, when she places her hands over mine, stopping me. I can only see her bottom half, but it’s close to what I remember. Leaner now, a little less curve, more toned. Looks like someone else has been working her body while being alone as well.
Seeing the golden strip of hair at the apex of her thighs makes my mouth water. Again, I pull at her shirt, lifting it to just her waist when both of her hands stop me and her entire body goes rigid.
“No. Leave it.” The words leave her lips on a whisper.
“I want to see you bare, honey.” I push my cock against her belly, and she whimpers.
“P-Please leave it…” Her broken tone catches my attention.
I focus on her face, the moonlight glinting off the wetness in her eyes. I lift my hands and cup her face and her beautiful smooth cheek and neck. For a few moments I just stare at her, wanting her to see what I see.
But when a single tear slips down her cheek, and then another, followed by her plea, “Please…” I lose the battle.
I pull her into my arms and hold her tight. Her face plummets into my neck, her arms around my shoulders. I run my hands down her back to her bare ass. With slow movements, I pet the rounded globes I so adore. She was right. I can feel the slight pebbling of the skin, but it doesn’t deter me one bit. Dipping my body lower, I lift her by the cheeks and hike her up. Instantly, she wraps her long legs around my waist.
Carefully, I lower a knee to the bed and bring her down to her back, hovering between her parted thighs. I brace my weight with my hands on either side of her head and focus on her gaze. The shimmer in her eyes coats the love, fear, anxiety, and the heaping dose of want she can’t hide.
She’s scared of what I’ll see of her body, and the last thing I want to do is put her in a position to fear me.
“If you want the shirt on, it stays on. I can work around it. There’s a whole lot more of you I want to get reacquainted with.” I kiss her neck and she sighs. Enough said.
I run my hands over both of her breasts, pushing down the cups of her bra through the shirt. It’s tricky, but where there’s a will, there’s a way. The nipples I want so badly to wrap my lips around poke behind the surface of her gauzy shirt. I wrap my mouth around her right breast through the material, soaking it with my saliva.
Her upper body arches as she moans and grips my hair. I nibble on the peak through her shirt, making sure to bite down hard enough to excite, not hurt. Kat’s legs rub up and down my sides, her pussy getting wetter by the second.
When I can smell the musk of her arousal w
afting up between our bodies, I thrust my cock against the slickness.
“Oh God. So good,” she murmurs, moving her head from side to side as I make my way down her body, both of my hands tweaking her perky nipples.
Every nuance of her body hits me like a blanket of desire. When I reach her upper thighs, my own limbs are trembling. I want so badly to split her legs open wide and power drive straight into the heart of her…but I won’t. Not until I’ve tasted every inch she will allow. My drunken brain reminds me this could all end tomorrow. She could regret what we’ve done, push me away. I need to make her see and feel things… Give her what no other man can. Me. All of me.
My dick feels like it’s going to explode as I move down her body, feeling only the cool cotton bedsheets until I encounter the edge of the bed. In a calculated move, I kneel, grab my girl’s ankles, and tug her down until all I see is pink, wet, juicy pussy.
Her scent assaults me, forcing an animalistic growl past my lips.
“Carson…”
She gasps when I hold both of her thighs wide open, spreading her before me in a graphic display of her womanhood and my own control over my mate.
“Jesus Christ, I missed you,” I tell her pretty cunt before licking from slit to clit.
Her hands fly to my hair, but I don’t—no, won’t—allow her to control this moment. This is all about me reconnecting with what’s fucking mine. To what will always be mine, if I have anything to say about it. I grasp both of her hands and force them flat against the inside of her thighs, giving me the ability to control her hands and also hold her legs wide open to my desire.
My dick punches against the bed as I lick and suck her tasty pussy. Copious amounts of precum drip from the tip of my dick, and I don’t care as I rub it against her girly sheets. I’ll leave my mark there too.
I swallow down her arousal as she rides my face, her hips thrusting wildly, reaching for the effervescent goal. The beauty of my girl is she is multi-orgasmic. In the past, I’ve clocked her at ten orgasms in a night. If I weren’t hurting to get inside her heat, I’d go for surpassing that record.
I flatten my tongue and rub it all around the hard kernel of her clit. She’s howling like a wild banshee, completely lost to her pleasure.
“That’s right, honey. I eat you. Me. Carson. Has any man touched my pussy since the last time?” I ask before I stick my tongue as far as it will go and lick deep. Sizzles of ecstasy pour over my consciousness, puddling at my hardened cock. Man, I need to get inside and soon before I lose it against her sheets.
She shakes her head furiously.
“No? I want to hear you say no man has touched my pussy,” I grumble through clenched teeth, not knowing what the fuck has come over me.
All I know is my dick is raging hard, my ass cheeks are locked tight, and my heart and mind are out of control, lost to the haze of lust and greed.
“No man, honey. Only you. Oh God, right there. Don’t stop, Carson. Please don’t stop!” She screeches and I double my efforts.
Her body is squirming all over the place until I hold her down, curling my hands around her thighs so she can’t move. I can no longer reach her pussy, but her clit is prime, red, and protruding from its hood like a homing beacon for my mouth. I lick a circle around it, press my lips to the edges, and suck. Hard.
Kathleen screams as her orgasm bulldozes through her. The hands I released are now gripping my hair, forcing me to press harder against her tight bundle of nerves.
I almost come against her fucking shin as she loses it. When she softens, I let go of her legs, open them wide, and swallow my reward down.
No woman has ever tasted like sweet heaven the way my Kathleen does. I think men are destined, predisposed to need their woman’s release as if it’s the nectar of the gods.
“So good. Fuck, honey. I need to get inside you.”
I crawl up her sated body, rejoicing in the fast lift and fall of her chest as she comes off her high. I place my hands under her arms and position her head up at the pillows.
Just as I’m about to crawl back down her body, she stops me with two hands on my hips and a lift of her head. Before I know it, her mouth is wrapped around the weeping head of my cock.
I slam a hand to the headboard and hold on, my knuckles turning white with the effort, while my woman tends to my swollen dick. It’s red, angry, and bursting for attention.
Kat licks and sucks, humming in the back of her throat when she takes me deep. No woman has ever done that. Used the back of her throat to tickle and tease the head of my cock by humming. It’s unique to her and so fucking good I could spurt down her throat right now, but that wouldn’t satisfy either of us. I need inside.
This evening I’ve been inside her mouth and tasted her pussy, but now I want into her heart. I want to pound my way back into her soul and burrow so deep she’ll never be able to push me away again.
“Stop, Sweetcheeks, or I’m going to come down your throat.”
She hums again and takes a long suck, dragging her lips up my length until the head pops out of her mouth with an audible slurpy plop.
“Go ahead,” she says, knowing I love it when she swallows. Every man does. It’s primal and utterly gratifying to know that my woman has a load of my hot release in her belly.
Fuck. The thought has me crazed, fucking her face, one hand wrapped around the headboard and the other gripping the roots of her hair at her nape. The end of my cock slips a little farther down her throat, where the muscle constricts around the crown. My head swims, stars flickering in my vision as I fuck her throat, going deeper than I ever have. She takes it. Takes it all. Even when she gags, she doesn’t stop—rather, she holds the flesh of my ass, allowing me to deep throat her.
Welcome home indeed.
I’m gonna lose it. My balls swell and lift, feeling like two giant boulders hitting her chin as I go deep.
“Fuck!” I roar and pull back as though I’ve been burned.
The head of my dick pulses and throbs. I swear I can feel my goddamned heartbeat at the tip of my dick.
“Need you. Need you so bad, Kathleen.” I mumble, sliding down her body.
She opens her legs with a gleam in her eyes so beautiful that wetness hits my eyes. There’ve only been two times I was overwhelmed enough to cry. The day my mother died, and the day I saw my girl wrapped in bandages from a fire that almost took her away from me.
I’m so gone for this woman.
I sit back on my haunches, centering my cock between her thighs. I curl a hand around her ass cheek for leverage and cup her face with the other. With my eyes glued to hers, I sink home.
Tight.
Wet.
Warm.
Home.
When I’m all the way in, wrapped entirely around in the only woman I have ever loved, I flatten my body over hers.
“Push up your shirt. I want to feel your skin touching mine everywhere.”
Tears spill down her cheeks as she bites her lip and nods. Then she wiggles her hands between us, and I help her pull her shirt up and off. She uses her good hand to reach between her breasts and undo the clasp of her bra. Again, I help her free herself from the constraints.
I don’t look down when she’s completely naked. The last thing I want right now is for her to feel as though I’m inspecting her scars, the things she sees as grotesque.
Instead, the second her breasts are free from her bra, I plaster my chest to hers. Every inch of my skin that possibly can is touching every inch of hers. My cock flares within her depths.
“I need to move.”
“Then move.” She swallows.
“I need to show you.” I lift my hips back until just the tip is in and slam back home.
She gasps and tilts her head back. I take the offering of her neck, sucking and biting the white expanse. At her right shoulder I can see the marred skin. No longer does she have the delicate rounding I used to nibble and bite while making love. Seeing that saddens me briefly, until I switch sides.
I take her left shoulder, biting down on the cap until her hands fly into my hair.
“Yes!” she hisses. “Show me.”
Wrapping both hands around her shoulders, I curve my back and fuck her good and hard for a few blessed thrusts, giving my cock exactly what it needs.
With every penetration, I touch the end of her pussy, wanting more, needing to go deeper. I want to imprint so far inside her she’ll never forget how perfect our connection is.
“Don’t ever forget this, Kathleen. Don’t forget how good we are.” I pound into her.
She raises her thighs up and wraps them high around my ribcage, tilting her hips up as she does, working with me.
The nails of one of her hands dig into my back while the other just holds me. “I could never forget you. I never did. God, Carson. I never could,” she whispers against my mouth before kissing me.
This kiss is different than the lusty ones from before, where we just needed to taste and feed. This kiss is more. So much more.
Our tongues dance while I press into her over and over. On every thrust in, she moans. Every retreat, she whimpers.
The joining of our bodies is beautiful. Perfect. We’re meant to be. It’s us.
Fate.
I know the moment it changes for Kathleen, because she moans low in her throat. A keening sound, which speaks of desperation, of need. My cock responds to that sound. It’s time. Kathleen’s body starts to tremble, her limbs locking down where she wants me to stay. She clings to me, focused solely on her release, on me, on this power building between us. It will rock our worlds.
When the moment hits, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt. My entire body is slammed with sensation so bright it’s blinding. So good it’s unearthly. My mind is blown. Kathleen screams out as it takes her over, her entire body locking me down so tight I never want to leave the confines. It’s as if her soul has wrapped its entire essence around mine, uniting us in a way that will change our lives forever. We’re bound. Our souls have made the decision for us. There can no longer be a Kathleen and Carson. It’s decided. Our souls have spoken. We’re mated. For life.
My entire body burns white-hot as I let loose with a gut-wrenching battle cry. Over and over I pound into the only woman I ever want to be with.
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