He looks down, nodding. “He’s mountain stock.”
“I know, but I don’t like it.”
He comes up behind me, hands on my shoulders, eyes on mine in the mirror. Out of nowhere, I’m a little sad. My mind goes right back to the time we spent in that loft, holding each other close, fucking desperately to sort through all our pain, to feel some kind of human connection.
“Sleep with me,” I whisper.
He comes around the side of the chair, kneeling. “You want that now?”
“I do,” I say, turning to face him.
He doesn’t question me—we’ve been together too long for that. I let him pick me up and carry me to the bed, sinking back against the headboard. Our clothes come off, kicked to the floor. His hands skim over me, making my pulse quicken. I need him like a drug, to level everything out. To make the world make sense.
Straddling him, I bend in to kiss his mouth, drawing back to leave him wanting more. His lids are heavy, chest heaving. He runs the rough palm of his hands grazing over my thighs, clenching on the soft swell of my hips.
“You want it a little rough, baby?” he murmurs.
He’s hard, heartbeat throbbing through his cock where it’s pinned beneath my thigh.
“Yeah,” I breathe. “I’d take it a little rough.”
He reaches into the bedside table and takes out the nipple clamps. My hips work, rubbing up the base of his cock as he takes my right breast in his hand. Cupping it, he runs his thumb over the nipple, teasing it until it’s hard. Then, eyes on me, he leans in to lick it, scoring it with his teeth. Pleasure and pain ripple down between my legs, and my thighs work harder, rubbing my pussy up the hard ridge of him.
“You’re soaked already, baby,” he murmurs, releasing my nipple.
“I like it like this,” I breathe, wincing as he puts the clamp in place of his mouth, twisting it tighter.
“I like you like this, all wet and needy for me.”
He does the same to the other breast, cupping it gently, teasing it until it’s hard. Then, his tongue circles it, sucking through his teeth. My eyes shut as the heat of his mouth is replaced by the sharp bite of the clamp. My pussy aches in response.
Shakily, I graze his chest with my nails. His lips part, eyes flashing. The air between us feels as raw as it did all those years ago, up in that sweltering loft. We might be a little older, a lotmore in love, but when it comes to the eroticism of sex with him, it never gets tired or wears thin.
“Put me inside you,” he says hoarsely.
My fingertips skim down between his pecs, making a detour over the cross on his ribs then traveling to the hair on his stomach. I follow that line down to the trimmed dark hair on his groin and wrap myself around his cock. Hot, hard, in my palm. Slowly, I run my closed fist up to the tip, enjoying how wet it already is. He’s watching me, eyelids heavy.
“You want to fuck me, Shotgun?” I whisper.
His eyes flick up, narrowing. “God, baby, just fucking put it in.”
I grip him harder, giving him a taste of my nails. His jaw works, chest heaving. He’s so hard in my hand, he’s twitching. He grips my thigh enough, I know he’s getting to the end of his rope when it comes to patience. I tense my thighs, lifting so he can see, and guide the head into my pussy.
His head rolls back for a moment, muscles flexing.
“Fuck, baby,” he breathes. “Do that thing.”
“Which thing?”
His eyes narrow. “The thing you do with your cunt.”
“Oh, you mean this?” I tense my pussy and drag it up to the tip as I pump him so he feels it where he’s most sensitive. A vein stands out in his neck.
“Yeah, fucking that,” he pants. “Hit me, baby.”
I give him what he wants, backhanding him across the face. He groans, hips jerking, fucking up into me. A muscle twitches in his tensed jaw. Our eyes lock, and the familiar sensation of him bottoming out as he comes, the sweet, painful sensation of being filled to the brim by him, is so perfect. He twitches, eyelids flickering, fingers digging into my hips as he presses me down. The pressure of his groin against my clit sends me over the edge abruptly, and I come too, body shaking in his hands.
We both go still, the aftershocks settling.
