Page 80 of Nothing to Lose: Lost Trilogy: Part 1
She lifts herself up, just enough for the tip of my cock to find her entrance.
“Sit when you’re ready,” I tell her right before diving for her tits. The second my tongue touches her nipple, my eyes want to roll to the back of my head. She tastes like nothing I ever had before. Like nothing I ever want to taste again. I don’t want anyone else but her.
Without warning and with an abrupt move, Emily just drops on my cock. It takes my breath away.
“Fuck,” I gasp out when I feel the tightness of her pussy around me.
“God,” she says at the same time.
Two very different words that convey the same emotion.
Emily starts moving above me, hands resting on my shoulders, tits shoved in my face. I have one hand massaging one breast, while the other has my fingers playing with her clit. That makes her move faster and squeeze me tighter, all the things I love.
“I need you so much,” I whisper to her when she brings her lips to mine, gasping into my mouth, taking all the air she needs.
“I missed you,” she manages to say in between bouncing on my cock. “So much.”
My thumb on her clit is moving faster now, slick with her moisture, eager to please her.
“I need to come now, Puck,” she says all of a sudden, almost as if she is asking for my permission, something I love. Her words do things to me, and I am ready to let go too.
“Yes,” is all I am capable of saying right before I let go. I thank my lucky stars that we were on the same page, grateful to all fuck when I feel her tightening around me, almost painfully so.
“Yes!” she repeats my word, a lot louder.
We are both breathing so heavily by the time we stopped moving, like we just did a great workout.
“I can’t believe you’re really here, Puck,” she mumbles from where she dropped her head on my shoulder, her lips touching my skin when she speaks.
“I couldn’t wait to come back to you, babe.” I kiss her on the hair and rest my head against hers.
With a sigh from her and a hiss from me, she lifts herself off me.
“A little messy,” she chuckles nervously when she looks down and sees our combined juices coating my cock. It’s still sort of hard, even though it’s tired.
“I love this kind of messy,” I tease her and get rewarded with the biggest smile.
She manages to push herself off me without falling over, then rushes to the bathroom down the hallway. I hear the water running, so I’m assuming she is cleaning herself up. A minute later, she shows up with a wet and warm washcloth that she runs over my cock, balls and top of my thighs.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” I sigh with happiness when she does it. “Why did you put this on?” I pull at the sleeve of the bathrobe she slipped into.
Emily just shrugs, shy-like now. “I don’t know.”
She turns around and goes back to the bathroom, then rushes to the kitchen to get her groceries put away, leaving me alone for a few minutes. I look around me, loving the cozy feeling her house gives. It’s a small place, but you can tell she takes good care of it.
My eyes fall on the travel bag I brought with me. All my worldly possessions are in it. Really sad. At the same time, it made it so much easier to leave.
I stand up from the couch and walk to the bag to pull a pair of clean underwear out. After I slide them up my hips, I decide to put my jeans back on, too. It somehow doesn’t feel right to stand around naked when I know we are about to have a very serious talk.
I turn around when I hear Emily coming back out. She freezes in the entrance to her small living room, looking unsure of herself.
“Hi,” she whispers and gives me a tentative smile.
“Hi.”
“We should probably talk, right?” she takes a step, then another until she is standing in front of me by the couch. Her eyes fall to the now dirty blanket, so she hurries up and folds it, then drops it to the floor.
“Yeah, we should talk,” I agree.
