Page 16 of The Biker's Second Chance
I kiss her eyelids, salty with the remnants of tears. Then I tenderly move down to her mouth. Her lips pressing against mine is everything I’ve imagined and more.
Her body moves against mine, finding the new places where we fit together.
It starts tender, but as we relax into each other, there’s a new urgency to the kisses. I've fantasized about making love to Gina for so long, and now that she's here next to me, I need to touch all of her.
Pulling her t-shirt over her head, I unclip her bra.
Her magnificent breasts tumble out of the bra, and I take them in my hands, burying my head between them.
“I’ve missed these girls.”
She gives a deep throaty laugh.
“They’ve missed you too, Sean.”
I can tell by the hard nipples and her gentle sigh that she's telling me the truth. I suck on each one of them tenderly until she tilts my head up.
“Other parts of me have missed you too, Sean.”
“Still bossy I see.”
But I don’t mind. Gina was never afraid to ask for what she wants and I love that, especially in the bedroom.
Trailing kisses over the soft rolls of her belly, I make my way down to her most tender spot.
She wiggles out of her panties and I bury my face between her legs, breathing in her tangy scent and tasting her sweet nectar. It feels good to be here, between her legs. This is what I was made for, giving Gina pleasure.
I take my time, licking slow circles on her hard nub, enjoying the way she squirms with every touch. I can feel the tension she’s been holding onto, and I enjoy turning her into a quivering mess.
It doesn't take long until she releases it all, exploding on my tongue, pulling my hair and screaming my name. It’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.
I climb back up to her, grabbing a condom from my pocket as I kick my jeans off.
“You carry a condom?” She raises her eyebrows at me.
“I slipped this in my pocket the day I came back hoping I'd get this chance with you.”
“That's very presumptuous.”
“I call it confident.” I give her my best grin, and she meets it with a sparkle in her eye. I love seeing Gina smile, but right now I want to see her screaming.
We kiss some more, and I roll my cock around the edge of her pussy. She’s wet and ready for me, and I slide in an inch.
She’s so tight that when her pussy squeezes me I almost lose it. I remember our first time together, when I took her virginity on the sand dunes. The memory sends a spasm down my cock, and I jerk inside her.
“Fuuuck, it feels so good to be inside you, Gina.”
“Go all the way, Sean.” She’s panting, and her face is slick with sweat. I thrust hard, burying my cock deep within her.
“Sean,” she gasps, and I love the sound of my name on her lips. I want to hear that sound for the rest of my life.
I move slowly, wanting to treasure every moment. I’ve imagined making love to Gina so many times. At first, trying to remember every detail of every time we made love, and when the memories faded, fantasizing about her. But nothing on this earth compares to how it feels to be inside Gina. It's familiar and exciting all at once. It feels like coming home after a long exile.
We find a rhythm, moving together, our bodies entwined, locking and syncing like they were made for this. I rub circles around her clit with my thumb until her pants turn to screams and her pussy convulses around me. Only then do I let myself go and give in to the sensation of Gina’s pussy clenched around my cock.
As my cum explodes into her, I feel a sense of wonder. My heart swells with love, full in a way that it hasn't been for so long.
We collapse onto the bed together, panting and exhausted.
