Page 129 of When We Were Us
His eyes go dark, his pupils blown wide. With a hum, I dart my tongue out to taste the slightly salty tang of him and he jerks in my palm.
“Tell me,” I whisper as his thumb pushes into my mouth. I nip it and he presses it farther back on my tongue as I suck.
“So fucking long, Wren.Years,” he pants out and removes his thumb, replacing it with two fingers. I suck them, saliva building up around them as he fucks my hand in a slow rhythm to match. “That first day,” his voice is coming out in pants now, “I fucked myself raw thinking of you being back here. I wanted you on your knees for me just like this.”
I continue sucking his fingers and stroking him in a slow, perfect rhythm as his words impale me, twisting my heart and mind into a frenzy of lust and desire. This man has no clue what he does to me. His admission that he’s thought about me all these years makes my heart squeeze in my chest and my core throb. Even when he was so angry with me, he wanted me.
“I need to get inside you, baby. Need to feel you.” He slips from my grip as he pushes me down on the bed. Sliding off his pants and boxers, he strips off his socks, and kicks everything out of the way. “I want you bare, but if you want me to, I can?—”
“No, I don’t want anything between us. I want to feel all of you,” I say.
“Same, baby. And just a fair warning, it's been a while, so this might be quick.”
I take his face in my hands and kiss him. “It’ll be perfect.”
With a nod and a bruising kiss of teeth and tongue, like he can’t wait another second, he strips off my panties as I pull off my shirt. He runs his hands over my breasts, tweaking my nipple before pushing me back down.
He grabs a pillow and says, “Lift your hips for me, sweetheart, and open those pretty thighs.” He’s so tender and gentle that it makes my heart ache.
I do as he says, and he gently tucks the fluffy pillow underneath me before kneeling between my spread thighs. He runs a hand up my inner thigh, spreading me wider.
I watch as he fists his cock once, twice. He focuses on the head, making it swell, before he slides it through my wetness and drags it up to my clit. Gripping himself at the base, he slaps the tip against my clit and my hips jerk up with a gasp. With another flick of his wrist, he does it again, and it's almost enough to make me come. A long moan of his name is pulled from my lips as he drags his thick cock through me again.
“Oh, God… Hank…”
He flashes me that sexy smirk as he grips my thigh in one hand, and his biceps and stomach flex as he notches against my opening. Achingly slow, he pushes into me, every inch creating a delicious stretch. It's not painful—there’s only a faint burn—but the size and weight of him steals my breath, and I’ve never felt fuller.
He hisses out a breath as he pushes fully into me, inch by delicious inch, before finally bottoming out. Corded muscles in his neck stand out as he tips his head back and lets out a low groan that parallels my own little whimper. Now that he's fully inside me, he feels huge, and I put my hand on his chest to still his movements, giving me time to adjust to his size.
“Ah…shit. You ok, Wrennie Girl?” he pants, the look on his face a mixture of concern and barely contained restraint.
Tears prick and blur my vision. The endearment falling from his lips, the way he is filling me—so intimately connected—and the look in his eyes hitting me straight in the heart. I nod, slowly, unable to speak.
He lets out a ragged half laugh, half grunt and squeezes his eyes shut. “This isn’t real life. I have to be fucking dreaming.”
I gaze up at him and try to roll my hips against his, but he winces, squeezing my thigh. “I just need a minute,” he lets out, shakily.
“Hank,” I moan. “I need you to move.Please.”
“Baby, I’ve waited half my life to be buried inside you. If I move right now, I’m gonna blow or pass the fuck out. Possibly both.”
“Oh.” I laugh and try to be still, but I’m so full that my clit is throbbing, aching for friction.
Trying to give him the time he needs, and because I want this to last as long as possible, I reach up and run my fingers over his chest. The smattering of dark hair trails down and my eyes follow it to where we’re joined.
“I never knew it could be like this. You feel so good,” I whisper as I run my fingers down his stomach, over the small bit of his exposed shaft, and up over my clit. I think he needs this. He needs the reassurance that I want him as much as he wants me.
My words are enough to set him off because his hips snap forward, and I cry out in pleasure and surprise.
“This is gonna be hard and fast, sweetheart. I’m sorry. But I promise I’ll fuck you deep and slow later. Make you come all night.”
“Fuck yes,” I pant out as he pulls almost completely out before slamming back into me, once, twice.
His hips piston fast and hard as he squeezes my chest with a rough palm and grips my thigh so tightly it feels like it’ll bruise. Again and again, he rolls his hips against me. Grunts and gasps punctuate the night as he fucks me down into the mattress.
“You’re so fucking good, Wrennie. This pussy is perfect.”
My eyes roll back in my head as he drives into me. His filthy words brand themselves on my heart as a delicious ache starts building in my spine.
