Page 40 of Where You Left Me

“Fuck,” I let the word fall from my lips.

“What’s wrong?”

“Wrong?” I almost bark out a laugh. “Peaches, nothing is wrong. And that’s what’s fucking with me.”

Worry passes over her expression.

“You, me, here…it’s perfect.”

“Oh,” she whispers, relief in her tone.

“I’ve been waiting a long time for this.”

“Me too,” she admits, her fingers teasing the waistband of my briefs. My stomach muscles tense and I suck in a breath.

My hands move down her backside, sliding against the smooth fabric until they reach her ass and I squeeze, yanking her close to me. I want her tofeelhow long I’ve been waiting for this. To know just how bad I want her. I swear I’ve been hard for years waiting for her.

“Touch me, Peaches,” I demand, my voice growling. “Touch me and know just how long I’ve been waiting for you.”

She bites her lower lip and for a moment, I worry she’s not going to. That she doesn’t like me telling her what to do. Because she wouldn’t be wrong. Where do I get off?

But before I can retract my words, and apologize like the pussy-whipped Jones I used to be, Mia drags my jeans down, over my butt and erection, and her hand slips inside my briefs. As soon as the warmth of her hand wraps around my bare cock, my entire body shudders.

As her fingers tease me, I gather the bottom of her shirt in my hands and lift it off her, tossing it to the floor. She’s gorgeous, her breasts being held in by a red lacey bra.Red. It’s something new about her. She never owned a red bra when we were dating. For some reason, this little thing is exciting and gets the blood pumping harder through me.

But I need more.

More of her.

More touching.

My hands skim across her stomach, a sexy belly button ring catching my eye and intensifying the craving for her. Again, this is new. And it’s sexy as hell.

I want to ask her about it. Ask when she got it pierced. And what made her decide to do it.

But she distracts me when she grips my cock with more vigor sending pleasure ricocheting through me. I don’t hold back the groan from tumbling from my throat. I run my hands up to her breasts that nearly spill out the top of her bra. They’re bigger than they used to be. I cup each one in my palms and squeeze andfuuuuuuckthey feel amazing. She’s changed. She’s matured. And it’s such a turn-on.

I reach around her back and unclasp her bra while I gift her shoulder with kisses. My hands glide up her back, and I relish in the feel of her bare skin skidding against my palms. While I release her breasts from her bra, I stare at her like I’m a bull who’s seeing red, unable to break my trance. Her tits are more beautiful than when the bra was covering them. They’re full and perky and begging to be touched, teased, and worshiped.

Mia’s hand slips against my cock with more ease, the pre-cum leaking out and causing the friction to intensify. And the urge to want more increases too. Regretfully, I remove her hand from inside my briefs and kiss her to reassure her that things between us are just getting started. I step out of my jeans that have fallen around my ankles and strip my underwear off.

She doesn’t take her attention off me. And once my underwear is off completely, her dark green and feral eyes widen at my cock. Maybe I’ve changed too. It’s been a long time since she’s seen me naked.

“Like what you see, Peaches?” my words come out sounding gravelly.

With her lip held tightly between her teeth, her gaze sweeps up to meet mine and she nods slowly.

“I think my thick cock would look better wrapped around those pretty lips,” I mumble.

She gasps.

For a second, I think she’s going to argue. But I don’t let her.

“Get on your knees,” I growl.

She doesn’t hesitate. And she doesn’t break eye contact either, as she slowly drops to her knees. My heart races to see her like this. So willing, so gorgeous.

As soon as she gently grips my cock, it stiffens even more in her hand. I watch in reverence as her tongue darts out and licks the pre-cum from the tip. A shiver runs through me.

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