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I hold her ribcage in my hands, almost touching all the way around her thin frame, and she arches, presenting herself to me. I lick one long line up her sternum because I know it drives her crazy and then feast on her. Al’s nipples are bright red and puffy, stiff with desire against my tongue as I circle one and then the other. She holds my head to her, fingers fisting my hair. I have no idea where my hat went, nor do I give a shit when she’s letting me touch her like this.
Her hips are moving, rubbing her heat up and down the hard ridge of my cock. If I don’t stop her, I’m going to come in my damn jeans. I wrap a strong arm around her waist, forcing her to arch more so that her tits are in my face and her ass is lifted in the air. My free hand rubs over the globe of her ass, and she responds, lifting up even more for me.
Slipping my hand beneath the waistband of her running gear, I say another prayer of thanks to the person who invented lined shorts because Allyson Meyers isn’t wearing any underwear.
“Jesus,” I hiss as I feel the softness of her skin and the tautness of the muscles of her ass. I dip lower and then lower still, finding her soaked and ready for me.
“Yes,” she says on along exhale. “More.” I love her bossy tone telling me what she wants.
“Right here?” I tease, but my fingers aren’t teasing. I’m going right for her honey pot, spreading her juices all over her lips and up to her clit. I want her messy and coated with her cream, both of us knowing that I’m the one who made her so wet.
She cries out, and I swirl my finger over her clit in lazy circles, dipping into her pussy without rhyme or reason so she can’t anticipate it. She’s going wild in my arms, thrashing as she tries to fuck my hand. I meet her thrust for thrust, going faster and harder, pummeling her sweet pussy roughly, but she’s mewling for more with every stroke.
“I’m gonna come, Bruce,” she warns.
I want that orgasm, want her to fall apart for me once again. I want it so bad I can taste it in the air. “Do it, Al. Come for me, baby. Come all over my hand, let me feel that pussy clench on my fingers.” She’s already spasming, the orgasm overtaking her, but my words send her flying even higher. When she calls out my name, I feel ten feet tall and bulletproof.
I fill her pussy with my fingers over and over, slowly as she comes down, letting her catch her breath. She collapses against me, her head cradled on my shoulder. Too soon, I pull my fingers from her and bring them up, staring at the glistening proof of her pleasure. It’s covering my hand, stretching between my spread fingers, and I suck them into my mouth one by one, savoring her cream as she watches. “Goddamn, you’re so sweet. I forgot how good you taste. I want to drink you down, make you messy, and then clean you up with my tongue.”
She turns her face to my shoulder, but I don’t think she’s embarrassed. I think she’s pleased at the crude compliment.
Her hand tiptoes down my chest toward my waist and she says, “What about you?”
I put my hand over hers, stopping her from undoing the button of my jeans. “Not yet, Al. If you take my cock out, I’m going to fuck you right here in the dirt.”
“You being all gentlemanly now? We had sex out here before.” She’s pouting a little and it’s cute as hell, almost enough to make me waver in my resolve.
“I’ll fuck that pussy anywhere and anytime you’ll let me at you, but I don’t want to mess this up. You’re not a meaningless fuck, Allyson. You never were, and I won’t start treating you like one now. When I get back inside you, I want it to be because we’ve worked out all the old shit that never should’ve gotten in our way. When I fuck you, there won’t be any going back. You’ll be mine again, so you need to be prepared for that.” I know I’m asking a lot, and doing it pretty gruffly, and that’s before you get to the deep growl of my voice.
But she’s mine. She’s always been mine, and I’m going to make her realize it too. Because I’ve always been hers.
Her head is against my chest so I can’t read her face’s reaction to my declaration, not of war but of peace. Our peace, our piece of happiness. But I can feel her body’s delight as goosebumps pop up along her arms, even in the August heat of the late afternoon.
