Page 11 of Sunday

I dragged my lips from hers to nip underneath her chin, cascading my tongue down her neck and finally to her breast. She held my head firmly in place as I sucked her nipple.

“God, yes, Cedar.”

I moved to the other breast and sucked vigorously.

“Please, Cedar. I need you.”

“Sunday,” I groaned and pulled back.

“Don’t stop, Cedar. It’s been too many years since I’ve had someone touch me. Too many years since I’ve felt desirable.”

“Impossible, beautiful. Have you seen you?”

“I’ve seen me. But I’m not an easy girl, despite my easygoing disposition.”

Her eyelids were heavy with desire.

“I haven’t . . . since college.”

I lifted her chin and stared into her eyes.

“Seriously?”

She nodded. I knew she hadn’t been on a date in a year, and I’d heard her talking with Janae about being abstinent for a while. I just hadn’t known how long it had been.

“Please. Give me what I need tonight. I’m not asking for anything more. No expectations, no limitations. Just you and me.”

“It’s not a good idea, Sunny. We live together.”

“Mm. And imagine that. We’ve been cooped up in this townhome for the last couple of years together. All this temptation and lust lying between us, and we haven’t done shit about it. I think it’s time to reward ourselves tonight.”

She leaned forward, grabbed the collar of my shirt, and pulled me closer.

“I want you,” was all she said.

I covered her lips with mine again. I was fucking horny as hell and desperately needed something to soften the edge. It had been a year since I’d been with a woman. And even then, it was just a one-night stand with a random. Before that, it had been my wife, whom I divorced two years ago.

I shoved my basketball shorts and boxer briefs down and stepped out of them. Before I could make another move, Sunday hopped off the counter and grabbed my dick. Her fist pumped me, making me harder than before until I ached.

“Please, Sunny,” I groaned.

“Please, what?”

“You’re driving me crazy.”

“Good.”

She turned around, placed her hands on the counter, looked over her shoulder, and commanded, “Get in me.”

Seeing that pink pussy pop out when she arched her back, I had no choice but to give her what she asked for. She was hot, wet, tight, and soft. My eyes closed as I sunk deeper into her, gripped her waist, and drove into her. Sunday arched her back.

I needed everything that Sunday gave me. She was the perfect remedy for my edge as she bounced her ass, slowly twirled her hips, and clenched and released around me. My hands stroked her round, smooth ass, and I spread it apart.

I almost came just from looking at her tight hole as thoughts of what I could do filled my mind. To get in that tight hole would be a dream come true.

Sunday hadn’t lied. There was a lot of sexual tension built up between us over the last couple of years. We’d both chosen to ignore it, but tonight, there would be no more ignoring. We would only give in to the pull between us.

I pressed my thumb against her asshole, pulled back, spit inside of it, and filled her with my thumb.

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