Page 89 of Resurrection
He laughs a little at my pun.
I slap his shoulder. "You know what I mean."
"Yes." He presses another kiss to my lips, then rubs the tip of his cock against my entrance, spreading my juices.
I bite into my bottom lip from the anticipation overload. My pussy is already clenching from the need to be filled.
"I've been waiting for this for seventeen years, Nomes," Ty whispers.
"Me too," I say inaudibly, hoping he doesn't know how to read lips.
"I'll make you the happiest woman on earth tonight," he supplies cockily, but his heavy breathing betrays him a little. I can tell he's nervous.
"Just do it… Please," I beg.
His pushes the head of his cock inside me. Just a little. It's a relief when I feel him invade me. Relief mixed with the dull ache. It's been too long since I've done this. Ty was big even at eighteen. He's even bigger now.
"Is that all you've got?" I ask.
"I haven't even started yet," he whispers and drives another inch into my pussy. Then another and another. It's slow at first.
Slow and careful, like he’s performing brain surgery. His face goes slack, his eyelashes flutter. He looks absolutely undone by simply being inside me.
I reach up and grab his ass. It’s just as firm and cute as I remember.
"I hope seventeen years of fucking around with other women will be useful," I egg him on. In my mind I'm jealous but at least for tonight he's mine.
"Don't joke about this, Nomes," Ty says. "There are no other women. It's always been you."
"Then prove it, Mr. Respectful," I lift my hips off the bed and shove forward, spearing myself on his fantastic cock.
He meets me halfway, thrusting into me with all that he's got, burying himself to the hilt with one powerful stroke.
I cry out from the blend of pain and immediate pleasure, stretching around his length to accommodate his size.
"Is this what you want, Nomes? He drags his cock back out and then slams into me again. I arch up on the bed with a loud moan. "For me to fuck you like this?"
"Yes."
He pulls out and drives into my pussy again and again, picking up the pace. And soon we're moving together in an age-old rhythm that feels the same yet different. He’s not that inexperienced teenager he used to be. He’s a grown man who knows exactly what he’s doing. He knows what angle to choose and what buttons to press to make me squirm. The room around us blurs into nothing but skin on skin and unmistakable sounds of wild, reckless, drunken, and desperate sex.
The bed creaks under our weight as we move frantically against each other, hellbent on getting to the point of release.
In the recesses of my mind, a fleeting thought surfaces—why didn’t I ask him about a condom? But that rational concern quickly dissolves under the overwhelming cascade of sensations that envelop me.
Tyler's hips slap against mine, his breathing broken near my ear. "I've missed this," he pants, uttering the words I want to say but can't find the air for. "I’ve missed the feel of you beneath me. I've missed this gorgeous body."
I dip my hand in his hair and hold on to him as the orgasm builds deep inside me, like a pebble dislodged and hurtling down a cliffside, gaining speed and strength with every passing second.
And then it hits—a white-hot explosion of pleasure that leaves me gasping for air as my nails dig into his neck.
Ty curses under his breath as he comes, his entire body tense as he seizes up inside me. My pussy is filled up with his hot cum. And God, this is so good.
And then we both fall and fall and fall and fall…
After the climax, we remain still for some time, panting and sticky from exertion, before the reality of what we just did finally sets in.
This was part one of my revenge plan, I tell myself in the privacy of my mind as I kiss his temple.
