Page 40 of Wish You Once More
“Oh, she’s absolutely perfect then.” Her shoulders sagged and she dropped deeper into the sofa cushions.
“She doesn’t have paint on her fingernails, or a Disney princess plaster protecting a cut on her knuckle.” I took Bree’s hand in mine, my thumb caressing the two things I’d mentioned. “Or a glorious wild streak of blue, which I’ve always loved.” My other hand stroked her hair, where her own was still entangled.
I watched Bree’s breath hitch at my words, as realisation sank in.
Ellie was nothing compared to Bree.
I wanted to erase four years of hurt. Four years of hooking up with random women who meant nothing. Because all I wanted was right here in front of me.
“What are you—”
I didn’t give her the chance to say anything else before my lips were on hers.
Ours mouths crashed together, tongues entwined, with the familiarity of two people who knew each other intimately. Bree shifted her body so that she straddled me. My dick strained at the feel of her against me after so long. Her hands gripped my shoulders as I deepened the kiss, my hands threading into her long hair, pulling her closer to me.
I wanted her.
No questions.
No doubts.
It was as if the past four years hadn’t existed and we were as hungry for each other as we had ever been.
But I didn’t want a quick fumble on the sofa. I wanted to explore every inch of her again.
“Bree?” I murmured, breaking our kiss just long enough to speak her name. “Where’s your bedroom?”
She pushed herself up off of me and held out her hand. I took it, feeling the heat of her skin, and followed her down the hallway into one of the bedrooms. Kicking the door shut behind me, I twisted Bree around and backed her up against it, my body holding her prisoner. Not letting my eyes leave hers, I began unbuttoning her shirt, noting the changes in her pupils, cool blue irises almost eclipsed by black. I pushed the shirt off of her shoulders, letting it pool around her feet, taking a moment to admire the way her breasts filled her black lace bra, before bending my head to her cleavage. A feather light line of kisses along the lace had her sighing with pleasure, before I reached to slip her breasts from the confines of the cups. My lips slipped over one of her nipples, licking, nibbling, teasing, while I rolled the other between my fingers. Bree ran her hands through my hair, tensing every so often, a tiny gasp escaping her lips as I increased the pressure to her sensitive buds. My growing erection pushed uncomfortably against the buttons of my jeans. She had to feel how much I needed her. As if sending that need, her fingers went to my waistband, nails lightly scratching at the skin.
Fuck.
I drew back, knowing I didn’t want to wait.
I wanted her now.
Her eyes were glassy as she stood, slouched against the door, tits spilling over the edge of her bra. I reached around her back and unhooked it, letting it fall on the floor next to her shirt. I dropped to my knees in front of her, undoing the button and zip of her shorts. With one swift movement I pulled them, and her lacy black knickers, down to her ankles. She stepped out of them without saying a word.
The vision of a fully naked Bree Sheridan was glorious.
I tilted my head to look up at her, noticing how hard she blinked as I hooked the hem of my t-shirt over my head and stripped it off.
A smile caught one side of my mouth, curling up the corner as I hooked one of her legs over my shoulder, steadying her as she wobbled on one foot. Sliding my hand over her skin, I noticed she still had the tiny bee tattoo on her right hip. I remembered when she got it and I had added to my collection. Gripping onto her hips, I moved to the centre of her, brushing the tip of my nose over her clit before my lips slipped over her seam. A tiny gasp escaped Bree’s mouth at the pressure of my tongue, teasing and tormenting that little bundle of nerves. It was as if four years hadn’t passed. I still knew exactly what to do to elicit a reaction from Bree. Her hands threaded through my hair, gently pushing me towards her most sensitive area, her body wriggling around under my touch. Still continuing my exquisite torture with my tongue, I brought my hand around and slid a finger inside. She contracted around me, hips bucking to get the exact position she needed to tip her over the edge. Hearing her moan, my dick hardened even more in response. I needed to be inside her, I needed my release and I wanted Bree to be the one to do it.
“Sweet Jesus, Mat!” The explosion from Bree’s lips almost matched the shuddering of her body as she came, convulsing so hard the door banged in its hinges.
I steadied her once again, then scooped her up and set her on the bed. Her blue eyes stared up at me, glassy with lust.
“I-” she began.
“Sshhh.” I placed a finger on her lips, my other hand fumbling with my buttons as I undid my jeans and pushed them down, along with my boxers. “Have you got a condom?”
While I readied myself, Bree leant over and opened her bedside table drawer. When she produced a condom, I wasn’t sure whether to be pleased or a little jealous she had been sleeping with other people. Mentally, I face palmed myself. What did I expect? Of course she would have slept with other people. I rolled it on, covering up, and settled myself between Bree’s legs. Before I could make a move, she leaned towards me, her hand snaking around the back of my neck, pulling me towards her for a bruising kiss. My cock pressed at her entrance, ready to make up for lost time. If I didn’t do something soon, it was all going to be over before it even started. Slowly, I thrust inside her, taking my time with each move. I bent my head and buried it in the crook of Bree’s shoulder, breathing her in. We rocked together, easily finding the same rhythm, the familiarity we’d always had with each other.
God, I’d missed her so much.
The realisation hit me almost as swiftly as the tightening in my balls. My movements became harder and more frantic as I aimed for my own release. I opened my eyes and watched Bree, eyes closed, biting down on her lower lip as she arched against me. Her nails raked down my back, increasing my need. With one final thrust, a guttural moan burst from my lips. I hated that it was over so quickly. I’d wanted to take my time, to explore, to re-familiarise myself with everything so intimately Bree. Before I pulled out, I pressed my lips to hers, a soft, tender caress in contrast to the furious motions of our lovemaking. Once I’d cleaned up, I nestled in beside Bree, wrapping her naked body in my arms.
It felt so right.
