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There was no way that I could tell him how I had gotten my emotional scars. I wasn’t alone with my pain and others had felt something similar including Bethany.
“I wish that I could tell you how I feel. My body is awake for the first time. The heat inside is something that not many people could possibly understand. I know I’m not usually one to get my way but this time it’s going to be different,” I said breathlessly.
“I would beg to differ with that comment. I’ve noticed that you always get what you want. Sometimes it’s best to let things happen naturally. The way that your body responds told me that it has been a long time since you have let somebody in. We’re here at the same time and place. It’s crazy for you to have this hold over me," he delivered with his finger poised just lightly grazing the pad of my exposed clit.
I began gyrating while staring into his eyes completely lost in the moment. This wasn’t my plan. Things were out of my hands. Breathing heavily and holding on to him for support was bringing me back to the cold light of reality. He knew me and the touch of his hand convinced me we were meant to be together.
My legs gave out and I was on my knees where he was suddenly standing over me. It was intimidating to see the product of his arousal straining to touch my lips. My lips quivered in anticipation.
I was soon feeling the heat of his knob beginning the slow and agonizing journey into my mouth.
“This is too good to be true. I don’t know about you, but this has been a long time coming. Every time we get close something stops you from going further. I don’t know what it is. Is it something I’ve done or something I didn’t do? The only thing I do know is that this feels right. You know I’m not going anywhere anytime soon," he assured with my mouth full to offer any kind of argument.
It wasn’t long before I could feel the warning signs of his impending climax. The easiest thing to do was finish him off. He would have gladly accepted the invitation to blow off hot and heavy in my mouth.
“I think you know that you could’ve had me anytime you wanted with very little effort,” I said with a few steps back.
I motioned with my finger for him to come closer.
I turned with my skirt around my hips and was bending over the ledge of the building. His footsteps approached. The gravel underneath his feet crunched with that sound getting louder by the second. Holding my breath had me ready and waiting for him.
The hard, encompassing head was already slick from my oral engorgement. With careful deliberation, it began to separate the petals of my sexual heat. The lips folded over the mushroom tip and drew it into the recesses of my hot oven.
My eyes were wide open staring at the stars blinking in and out of focus. It took about 2 minutes of him moving back and forth at a steady pace to finally make me see the light. There was not one single inch remaining. It was firmly pressed into me with the walls closing in on him.
He stopped all movement and stayed silent with his hot breath in my ear. A chill ran down my spine deliciously with a loud, drawn-out moan escaping my lips. My legs were shaking, and my eyes fluttered when he slowly pulled out until only the head remained.
“I wish I knew why we have waited so long for this to happen. I suppose it’s better late than never. Let’s see what we can’t do about making up for lost time," he whispered while feeding me the length of his masculine persuasion.
Pushing back against that hard piece of real estate had him meeting me with a resounding crack of thunder every time we came together. It was wild and untamed—completely feral with those urges demanding more. It was on a level that not many people would be able to empathize with.
“I was foolish to deny myself this kind of pleasure. There’s no reason why we can’t have a little fun. Getting away from our troubles isn’t a bad thing. Having you inside of me feels like we have been together longer than these few moments,” I countered, with his momentum becoming a blur of motion until we were both screaming in unison.
My juices were streaming down my legs and over the invading force of his member. He was coming to the end of his rope. The vein down the back was throbbing with a life of its own. I was prepared for the heat of his cream.
I floated in the ether of my pleasure riding those hard and demanding waves crashing over me. It wasn’t until I came out of that fugue state of sexual bliss that I realized he was no longer with me.
Glancing over my shoulder confirmed the absence of the man that had captured more than my heart. There was no evidence of him finding his release even when he was that close to losing it.
I suddenly became self-conscious with my skirt still exposing the lower half of my body. The same very intense humiliation touched me from the past. Becoming presentable was awkward when I could barely move after a tremendous orgasm that took me by the throat and wouldn’t let go.
I had never felt this way, but he had left me wondering what had happened. It took a few minutes for me to compose myself. It could be something related to his health. He was probably downstairs with the doctor. Why didn’t he tell me?
Stumbling over to the door, I grabbed the handle and opened it with a gasp of surprised horror. Instead of Cameron, Bryan was standing there in his police uniform with that same insipid smile of innocence on his face. It terrified me with visions of what had happened the last time we were together. Was he there in an official capacity? Was his visit something more on the surface? Why was his holster unclipped with his hand on the handle of his gun?
