Page 41 of It Happened Back Then
She licks her lips, worrying them with her teeth like she’s weighing her words, but nothing comes. Instead, she leans in and kisses me again, and I know she’s trying to distract me from whatever the real reason or fear is behind her indecision all this time.
“I forgot how good of a kisser you were,” she whispers against my lips.
My hands slide under her t-shirt, tracing the lines of her back as her hips move against me again. I want to push her to open up, to say what she’s really thinking, but I’m completely undone by the way she feels and by how much I still want her. And the only way for us to get there is to let the physical take over.
“Let me remind you,” I murmur, kissing her deeper. My tongue brushes hers as my hands explore her back until I pause, realizing something. I laugh against her lips. “How did I miss this?” My fingers glide over her bare skin. “Where’s your bra?”
“You just noticed?” She shakes her head, teasing me. “Guess you weren’t looking hard enough.”
“I’m always fucking looking, but you were picking a fight with me.” We kiss again, my hands drifting up her back to her shoulders, cradling her to me, before running them down her ribs, to her stomach. She giggles and squirms on my lap, and my hips punch up, seeking more.
My hands explore every inch of her, gliding down her thighs, squeezing her ass, kneading her like I’ve been starved for her. She rides me without shame, each pass over me harder than the last, and I lean my head back against the couch, watching the way her breasts bounce beneath her shirt. I reach up, brushing my fingers over her nipples, hard and straining through the fabric.
Her head tips to the side as a moan slips out when I pinch and play with her.
“Bennett…” she breathes, lifting her arms above her head, inviting me to take control.
I grab the collar of my shirt and yank it over my head, then pull hers off in one smooth motion. Her breasts are full, her pink nipples practically begging for my mouth. I take onein, sucking slowly while kneading the other, and she presses my head closer to her chest.
“Fuck, Peach.” I flick her nipple with my tongue, then gently graze it with my teeth. She gasps, grinding down on me harder. “Do you know how many times I’ve dreamed about this? About you?”
She leans in, kisses the tip of my nose, and smiles. “Not as much as I’ve dreamed about you.” My heart explodes hearing her words. Her fingers trail along my hairline, then down my chest before she pulls away and stands between my legs.
I groan as I grip myself, easing the pressure, watching her slowly shimmy out of her shorts. My breath catches when she sinks to her knees, her hands gliding up my thighs until she reaches the waistband of my jeans. She unbuttons them, pulls them down along with my boxers, leaving me sitting with my hard dick jutting straight out.
She bites her bottom lip, eyes flicking between my face and my cock in her hand.
“Taste me, Peach,” I say, my voice rough with need. “I know you want to.”
She leans forward, taking me into her hot mouth, and my head falls back against the couch again. I revel in her tongue sweeping over my head, her tight grip on my shaft, and her hair brushing my thighs. I reach out, wrapping some of her hair in my fist as she starts to bob up and down on me.
“That’s it. Oh, god that’s it.”
She hums as I sit forward on the couch, and it vibrates through my cock. “Keep going.” I spit on my fingers and run my hand through her ass crack. Her hips sway and I give her a spank.
“Oh!” She pulls off me and looks at me with wide eyes and I chuckle.
“Something wrong?” I ask, and she shakes her head and continues to stroke me. “I’ll remind you again I'm not thatteenager anymore, Blossom.” She bites at her bottom lip, and I reach out to soothe it. “Are you okay with this?”
She nods, rising to her knees, and kisses me before crawling back into my lap. “Let’s see what you’ve learned,” she says in challenge. But when I pull her to me, she resists for the slightest moment, eyes going wide. “Condoms. Do you have any?”
I nod,holding her stare. “I do,” I say cautiously. I don’t want her to get the wrong idea. “I’ve been carrying a couple with me.”
She watches me as I reach for my jeans, taking out my wallet, and she looks scared all over again. She didn’t even look like this our first time together. I open the wrapper and roll the condom on while she watches my every move. I pull her to my lap and kiss her gently. It seems to pull her from wherever she had just gone.
“You’re sure?”
“I’m sure,” she says as she takes hold of my cock, teasing her entrance with it. I’m lost in lust, and if I think with the right head right now, I know I should slow this down. So, I say, “Take me how you need me. I’m letting you control this part.”
She nods as her eyes hold mine, suddenly looking vulnerable. They plead with me not to hurt her, and not physically but emotionally. They plead with me that this time is different, that this time it can be real and forever.
I pull her close, knowing there is more weighing on her mind. I soothe her by saying, “I’m here with you, Peach. We’re okay. We’re going to be okay.” I hug her, inhaling her scent and kissing her deep, trying to relay my love for her without saying the words. I don’t want to scare her.
With a new resolve, her body begins to move surely and her eyes sparkle. She takes me in her hand once again andrises to her knees over me, slowly sinking onto me. Our breaths tangle as she takes me inside her body.
“Fuck,” I whisper, not looking away from her eyes. “You feel so good.”
“So do you.”
