Page 73 of When I Come Back
“Fuuuuuck,” I groan out and nuzzle my face into the apex of her thighs.
I can’t wait any longer. I need to get inside her one way or another. I lay down on my back in front of her, looking up at her face upside down. If she spreads her legs a little, I’d have the perfect view.
“On your knees, Lemon.”
She looks down at me sprawled in front of her and hesitates. She starts to step over as though she’ll kneel next to me, but I grab her ankles. “I said… on your knees.” Thea pauses for a moment, and then understanding crosses her face at the same time a pretty pink blush blooms on her cheeks.
Thea slowly lowers herself, a knee on either side of my head. As her legs spread to accommodate my face, I get a close up look at her pussy, and I feel my cock leak in my pants.
This fucking woman.
Thea props her hands on my chest while I snake my palms around her hips and pull her down lower as I begin to lap at her pussy. She’s dripping, and her cum coats my scruff. I eat at her like a man starved, my hands roaming around her ass, her thighs. She whines and moans above me.
Suddenly she shifts, but instead of grinding down on my face as I expect, her hands travel lower on my body, and she frees my cock from my pants. She lays herself across my body, her breasts grazing my abs, as she starts to pump my dick with her small hand. I groan straight into her clit.
When her hot mouth surrounds the head of my cock, I see stars.
“Yes, baby. Swallow it down. All of it.” Like the good, greedy girl she is, she does just that, and the head of my dick hits the back of her throat. The sensation has my hips bucking, causing her to gag.
Goddamn, I love that filthy sound.
She pulls off to catch her breath, and I use my hands to grip her ass and upper thighs to open her up. I plunge my tongue into her as deep as I can get and fuck her with it, using the scruff on my chin to create friction on her clit.
“Fuck, Cary.That. Keep… doing that.” Thea’s thighs tense, and she sucks my cock back into her mouth. We find a rhythm, me eating her cunt like it’s my last meal, her mouth bobbing up and down on my dick with just the right pressure.
I’m getting close. My balls are drawing up, and the pressure is building, but I don’t want to come just yet. I need to feel her pussy on my cock. I need to feel her clench and pulse and come with me inside her. I want my cum dripping from her.
I feel wild with her tonight.
Unlike a few weeks ago, when we were desperate for each other, and it was more of a reunion, this is a claiming. When Thea wakes up tomorrow, she needs to know she’s mine, and I am hers. No more questions, no more doubt.
I pull back and lightly slap Thea’s ass. “Up. Move forward.” She pulls off me with one last languid lick from root to tip. I close my eyes and breathe, fighting back my orgasm. Her wicked tongue threatens to undo me entirely.
On all fours, she crawls down my body. The sight of her ass has my breath hitching. I sit up pushing onto my knees behind her, shedding my pants. Before she can get too far, I grab her hips and slam into her. Thea yelps in surprise, but is quickly pushing back, fucking herself onto my cock. Her surprise replaced by soft moans and pants.
“God, baby. You take me so well. I want to stay buried inside this sweet cunt all fucking night.” My words make her clench around me, and I give her a few hard thrusts, the force reverberating through her skin. I relish the sound of my body slapping against hers.
Burying my hand into her hair, I gently pull, saying, “Sit up.” Thea pushes herself up to a kneeling position; my hand moves from her hair to wrap around her throat. I squeeze my fingers a little, her pulse picking up. She clasps one of her hands on my wrist, the other digs into my thigh.
I use my knees to spread hers more, opening her up to me and rendering her immobile. My other arm snakes around her middle, holding her close as I continue to thrust relentlessly. My sweat-soaked chest is plastered to her back, but I still can’t get close enough.
Thea turns her head, glassy eyes catch mine, lust-filled and pleading.
“What do you need, baby?” I murmur before plundering her mouth with my tongue. The carnal, primal part of me revels the feeling of filling her so thoroughly. I leisurely move the hand not holding her neck down her body, grazing my fingertips across her belly to the crease of her hip. Her breath hitching, back arching, and her body shivering under my touch ignites something in me. Something feral.
“Tell me,” I demand.
“More,” she whines.
Fuck. She wants more? I’ll give her everything I’ve got. Nothing but Thea exists right now. All of my senses are wrapped up in her. The sounds she makes are all I hear; her tongue is all I can taste; the hazelnut of her eyes and the flush in her skin are all I can see; her lemony smell mixed with the musk of our sex is the only scent that surrounds me; her smooth skin under the pads of my fingers is all I can feel.
I trail my hand to her pussy, feeling myself plunging in and out of her, her slickness leaking down her thighs. Her needy clit is swollen, waiting for me. I swirl my fingers around the tight bud, and she throws her head back on my shoulder and moans.
“Cary,” she groans out. The sound is low and throaty as it reverberates in my chest.
“That’s it, Lemon,” I say at her temple. “Take it, baby. Your pussy feels so fucking good. You ready to come for me?”
“Yes. Cary,” she pants out. “Please. More.” Her pleading has my hips picking up their pace. The hand around her throat squeezes a little more, and with the fingers swirling around her clit, I apply more pressure. She clenches, and I know she’s on the brink.
