Page 22 of Double Edged Hearts
“Both… I think both were good,” she says.
“Yeah, I like that. So you want the refresher of both?”
The temptress nods her head slowly and licks her lips.
“Then take your clothes off for me,” I tell her.
She doesn’t have much to take off. It’s just my shirt, but I like to watch. I like watching her follow my command, especially when she’s in this state where she’s giving herself to me willingly. No resistance at all, she’s just yielding to the pleasure I want to give her.
She unbuttons the shirt, and my mouth waters when she unveils her massive globes.
One of the best things I’ve loved about this woman is watching her come into her curves and her breasts get bigger. At twenty, she had a similar appearance, but then she transformed into this goddess before me that could have a man on his knees eating out of the palms of her hands.
She’s sitting on the table naked and perfect, ready for me to take. That’s exactly what I plan to do.Take her.
I’m going to start with the first thing I did to her when we went to Tijuana. She’s already on the table, so that’s perfect.
I grab her hips and push her back a little so she can lie on the table properly and spread her legs for me.
I take a moment to appreciate the sight of her. She still has that innocence that makes me crave her. She’s the girl who doesn’t know how truly beautiful she is. She has no idea what effect she has with that luscious brown hair, smooth like velvet, running down her left shoulder down to the deep valley between her breasts. Everything about her is enticement and temptation rolled into one. But what I love even more is the taste of her.
Like this, laid out on the table, she’s my naked goddess giving herself to me.
I spread her thighs wide and lower my head to taste her pretty pussy. I can never get enough of her. Never have enough of the delicious taste of her sweet nectar on my tongue.
I meant it when I said I wanted the taste of her in my soul. I do, and I want it there all over again. I lick over her clit until she moans and writhes against my face and I grip her hips, holding her in place so I can push my tongue in deeper. This was how we started Tijuana. Me feasting on her on the breakfast table of the little beach hut we stayed in.
Her hands dig into my hair, beckoning me to continue tasting, so I do and she comes, filling my mouth with that sweet nectar I crave.
I’m drunk on her, and yet I want more, so I take it all as she writhes against me, moaning at my touch.
I move back to look at her now in the arms of passion in this weakened state where I can do whatever I want to her. She’s breathless and exactly where I want her. My cock is rock hard and aching to be inside her body.
“Baby, the Bahamas is going to have to wait until the next round.” Or I’m going to blow my load right here just from looking at her and embarrass myself.
She nods, and a sexy smile spreads across her face when she looks down at my boxers and sees the bulge of my cock.
“What did you expect?” I smirk with a wink, and then I reach for her again.
I shove my boxers down and free my cock. Eagerness takes me, and I plunge deep into her pussy, claiming her one more time. It may be the last time tonight/this morning.
I plunge in deep, and I already know I won’t last. She feels too good with her walls wrapped around my length.
I pound into her, fucking her hard until she cries out, my name on her lips. This was what I wanted. To hear that. I never tire of hearing her scream my name when she comes. Those are the times when she feels most like mine.
Her cries encourage me to take her over the edge, and I lose control of my movements. My body takes over, pounding then hammering into her until she starts moving against me too.
It’s like we’ve been possessed and we both go insane on the entity that’s come to claim us. I want her, and she wants me. I fuck her so hard she screams, and that’s it. I thunder into her, and as I come, it drains me.
It takes all that I have, and just like every time, it strengthens this bond I have with her that I know I shouldn’t indulge in. It’s hard not to when she’s looking at me like that. We stare at each other in silence. Her eyes give her away, and I can’t shield what I feel for her. She can see me. She can see what’s inside me. I think anyone who looks at me can see it.
I love her.
I’m a fool. I knew what this was, and I’ve been going around for years trying to figure it out. As if love wasn’t staring me in the face the whole time. It was all there right from the start.
Cora had me at hello. She had my heart at first sight.
But it’s just like me to want things I can’t have.
As I reach for her she circles her arms around me, I savor the feel of her in my arms. At the same time I know I’d do well to remember this is just a fantasy.
She’ll be gone by morning.
