Page 65 of Pieces of Us

Moving my mouth to her right breast, I groan as I see her crystalised nipple winking in the moonlight. She’s always been salivating, but dripping in sin and sugar, she’s gluttony epitomised. Snaking my tongue lower and lower, I feel her muscles tense in delirium. Her hands can’t get enough of me as she grips my hair to keep me close to her skin.

‘I need you to hold up your skirt, baby.’ I’m on my knees worshipping her as she lifts up the hem and holds it firmly in place. Her pussy is barely covered by the flimsy material that matches her bra. Her cunt is weeping, darkened spots pooling on the fabric. Seeing her cum and how wet she is turns me primal. Ripping her G-string to shreds, I lose it somewhere on the ground. The last of the fairy floss is fast dissolving, so, without warning, I push the tip of the stick into her cunt, seeing it liquidate before my eyes. The sticky pink mess mixed with her cum is more than I can handle. I remove the stick and toss it to the floor.

‘Hurry the fuck up, Linc.’ Her plea is urgent as she looks down at me with frantic eyes. Shoving one of her legs over my shoulder to stabilise her, I dive in, saturating my mouth and chin with her sticky wetness.

‘Oh, god,’ she chants, bumping her head on the bricks. ‘Yes, Linc. Yes.’ She arches her back as she pushes her pussy into me.

‘Fuck my face, baby. Fuck my tongue until you squirt down my throat.’ She understands the assignment, steering my tongue and chin where she needs me the most. ‘Such a good girl, using me like this,’ I grunt. An earthquake shudders through her body as her cunt explodes on my tongue. ‘Fuck. Yes.’

My name spills from her lips, loudly at first, before dying in a whisper as her climax wracks through her. Kissing her pussy as it flutters back to life seems to settle her, but my cock is just about to drill its way through my sweats. I slither up her body, letting her taste herself on my tongue as I pull my pants down halfway. My bare ass is out for all to see, but I couldn’t care less about indecent exposure. Fucking arrest me. ‘See how good you taste, baby? How fucking addictive you are?’ She licks every remnant from my mouth.

‘Just fuck me, Linc.’ I love when she’s so desperate and horny for me. She frantically scrambles to find my cock. I take a moment to commit her expression to memory. Her eyes are hooded, cheeks ruddy and lips parted in a perfect ‘o’ as she finds her target. Truthfully, I never thought I’d get a chance to sample heaven again, so I don’t take for granted what a lucky son of a gun I am as she’s stroking my cock, her thumb swiping up the bead of cum on my tip.

‘Your pussy is going to be sore for days, baby. I’m going to split you wide open and remind you who this cunt belongs to.’ Her eyes widen as I spit on my cock, following the string of saliva as it hits my skin and her hand. ‘Eyes on me, baby,’ I grunt as one hand wraps around the base of her neck while I force myself inside her.

A cry rips from her throat as I thrust into her. Her eyes are wild, but I suspect mine are too. I can’t handle her frantic cries a moment longer, slamming my mouth to hers. As I continue to push inside her, I feel her strangle me. It’s like she doesn’t want to let me go. Fuck. Me. She feels exquisite. Like heaven. Like my home. What we’re doing is not just physical, it’s piecing our hearts back together. With each stroke, my hand clasps her neck harder, making it a struggle for her to breathe. She doesn’t claw at my arms to release her; instead, she grips the back of my head with one of her hands and forces my tongue to get lost with hers. Her other hand melds to my back, pushing me closer. Any closer and we’d fuse into one. As her cunt pulses around me, I feel her wetness slide down both our legs.

She’s close to erupting.

I’m rougher, harder and faster than I’ve ever been with her. I’m not an inexperienced boy anymore, fumbling his way. I’m a man who’s ferocious for his woman. I’m a man starved from being without his everything.

‘Take my cock, baby. Take it all. Feel how much I’m stretching you? How my balls are eager to explode deep inside you?’ I grunt. I’m spurred on by her sobs.

Her strangled cries are muffled but are loud enough for any passersby to hear.

‘Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my cock.’ My free hand rubs her clit raw as she shatters around me. She thrashes as she shuts her eyes in pleasurable agony. This moment is all I’ve been dreaming of since the day I lost her. To see how broken and beautiful I make her. When her pussy grips me like a vice, sucking me in, I unload inside her. Thick, heavy spurts flood her insides. I look down between us, seeing my cock slide in and out of her, our cum decorating it in the most brilliant white.

Both our pants decrease, bodies slick from sweat and heat.

Still inside her, I cup her cheeks in my hand as my lips meet every part of her face, silently thanking and revering her. She gives me a sated mew as a drowsy smile stretches across her lips.

I slip out of her, ready to adjust myself. Just when I thought the spell was broken, she sluttily surprises me. ‘Want me to clean you up?’ I almost choke at her words as she slides down the coarse wall and takes me in her hot and willing mouth. The slurps she makes are obscene, but fuck me dead, if they aren’t the sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard. I don’t remember her being this unreserved. Like I said, I love every version of my girl, but I’m not used to this one. I love teaching her things and exploring with her. Now, I feel like I need to relearn her body. Her tastes. Her wants. Her desires. Her fantasies. Her limits.

One hand goes to the wall to keep my trembling legs upright while the other fists the back of her head to push my cock deeper down her throat. I never fully deflated after I came, but now it feels like my balls have swelled up again, ready to leave another fresh burst on her tongue. When she hums around me, I bliss out, knowing she’s tasting me, her and the remaining essence of fairy floss.

‘Fuck, Hart, no one blows me like you do.’ I squeeze my eyes shut to stave off coming too fast. Her tongue licks me like a kitten before she sucks one of my testicles into her mouth and strokes my length faster. I forget how small her hands are on my dick until I see her thumb and forefinger can’t even touch. ‘I’m close, baby. Fuck…fuck…open your mouth and stick out your tongue.’ I jerk my cock in my hands, tapping her tongue as the first spurt of cum leaks out. With hazy eyes, she wraps her pretty lips around my tip and sucks the rest out. I’m entranced as she massages the rest from me. When I’m thoroughly spent, she slumps back, exhausted. Peering down at her, she looks like a fucking mess. My mess. Her hair is unruly, cum drips from the corners of her mouth, her mascara is streaking down her sweat-slicked face, and her dress is merely a belt, hiked up just over her tummy. I bet if I crouch down I’ll see her sore, spent, dripping cunt as well. This was the fuck of all fucks to rekindle our relationship… our way back to each other. I don’t care if she says it’s just physical between us. I know she’s lying.

‘Fucking perfect, baby.’ I stuff my cock back inside my sweats, tucking the poor, tired fucker away so it can rest. She’s still teetering on her toes, trying to regain her breath. I pick her up under the armpits, righting her on her feet. Wobbling, she leans on me for extra support. I position her so she’s leaning against the wall, piecing herself back together. I slide her bra and straps back up her shoulders, scoop the cum sliding down her thighs and suck it in my mouth and pull her dress back down, my hands gently skating across her contours. Rubbing her mascara away and smoothing her hair to an acceptable level is the last of operation fix-a-fucked-Amity.

A soft smile curves at her lips. ‘Thank you.’

I can’t see if regret is swimming in her eyes, but I can tell she’s being pulled under by a bag full of emotions. ‘Let’s get you home, yeah?’ I link my fingers with hers and walk us slowly back to the car.

On the way home, she falls into a peaceful slumber, her head resting on the window as soft snores lull around us. It’s not late enough for her dad to be home just yet, but she’s spent and will likely pass out for the rest of the evening. My car smells like sex, and it’s inebriating. I don’t want either of us to ever leave this haven, but I can’t be selfish with her right now. I need to give her some space to marinate on what we’ve just done.

‘You’re home, baby.’ I stroke her arm, coaxing her out of her dream-like state. She tries to shrug me off, her eyes furrowing, which makes me smirk. She hates being woken up. I should have remembered. ‘Hart. Honey. Wakey, wakey.’ I jostle her shoulder, making her bolt upright.

Blinking rapidly, it takes her a few seconds to remember where she is and who she’s with. Rubbing her tired eyes, she lets out a sigh. ‘Sorry.’ Her head softly bumps the headrest as she takes a deep breath.

‘It’s fine, baby. Do you want me to come in?’

She looks at me and then out the window at her home, contemplating the decision. ‘You better not,’ she murmurs. ‘Dad might be home any minute.’ My heart leaps into my stomach at the rejection.

Not wanting to push, I nod. ‘Sweet dreams, my Hart,’ I whisper, pulling her towards me for a hug. I inhale her heady, heavenly scent, hoping this is the first of many times she’s in my arms again.

‘I’ll talk to you…later?’ she hesitates.

Again, I nod. My throat is clogged with emotion as she reaches for the door. ‘Goodnight, Linc.’

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