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He stared at me through the silence, like he was sizing me up the same way, noticing the way I did my long hair in soft curls that would be easy for his fingers to glide through. The black dress was thin and provocative, squeezing my hourglass frame tightly, short to show off my legs, backless so he could see my bare skin all the way down to my ass.
I remembered when we tried to get burgers after work, but neither one of us cared about eating because there was only one thing on our minds. Our date would probably be quiet because we already knew each other better than anyone else. It would be a long and torturous meal that neither one of us cared about…and we would probably just take the food to go. “You want to order a pizza?”
Clothes piled on the floor at the foot of my bed, the gentle sounds of heavy kissing mixing with the sound of his belt as it landed on the hardwood floor of my bedroom. My dress was the first thing to go, and since I had nothing on underneath, I was ready.
He pushed his boxers off quickly, getting down to his chiseled nakedness, and his thick arms wrapped around me once again, his mouth moving to my neck to kiss me and drag his tongue over the heated skin, for his warm breath to blanket me with desperation. His fingers squeezed me as he kissed the hollow of my throat, worshiping my body with his kisses, with deep love.
My arms latched on to his shoulders, and I tilted my head back to let him kiss me everywhere, take me however he wanted. I could feel the wetness between my thighs because I was ready the second I saw him standing outside my door. I didn’t think about the past. I just fell into him, our heavy breathing escalating, my nails clawing at his skin like old times.
His arm hooked underneath my ass, and he lifted me easily, tilting his head back slightly to keep kissing me, his powerful physique steady and strong, holding me without shaking, my hair falling into his face.
He carried me to the bed and set me down gently, moving between my legs in a swift movement he used to make all the time. Our bodies fell into the familiar compatibility, so instead of feeling like the first time when we weren’t used to each other, it felt like the hundredth time but with more anticipation, more desperation.
He held his mouth over mine as he positioned himself between my thighs, his warm and hard cock resting against me, drooling at the tip, leaking all over my skin just the way I dripped onto my thighs. One arm slipped under my thigh, and he angled his hips so he could slide into me, pressing his big head between my soaked lips and gliding in with almost no resistance. He moaned with every inch, breathed hard as he looked into my eyes to see my reaction match his.
My hands gripped his ass, and I pulled him the rest of the way, so anxious that I couldn’t wait for him to take it slow. Even if it hurt, I didn’t care. I wanted that dick that I’d missed every day, that dick that was mine now…forever.
He stilled as he enjoyed the connection between our bodies, his eyes closing as he felt the wetness and the warmth between us, the tightness with which I squeezed him. His breath stopped for an instant before he gave an audible moan, all the muscles of his chest and back tightening when he became reacquainted with my eager body.
My nails curled into his skin and dug deep, my hips bucking slightly on their own, my face resting against his because it felt so good to make contact, to feel how perfectly our bodies came together.
He started to thrust into me, taking a deep breath every time he was all the way inside me, exhaling when he pulled away. He kept going, his thrusts deep and slow, his lips almost touching mine, releasing pleasurable moans over and over.
My nails dug deeper into his back, and I writhed, so full of his big dick that I wanted to come already. He was gorgeous from head to toe, and every time that hard body rubbed against my clit, I felt myself slip even further toward the light. “Yes…” I loved this man with every piece of my heart, admired his good soul, adored every single part of him—even the mistakes. I could see the future between our breaths and our moans, see us grow old and fall deeper in love, surrounded by our kids, living into old age until we left this world together. It was the kind of love that went deeper than the effects of time on the body, and that made me desire him more. His muscular body would fade, his hard jawline would soften, but he would still be just as beautiful to me as he was now. I held him close as I came, getting to the finish line in record time because every interaction with him for the last few weeks had been foreplay. Seeing him standing there in his leather jacket and looking at me like he couldn’t wait to rip my dress off was just as much a turn-on as him kissing me and touching me.
