He bends in hard, compressing my body. One of my legs curls around his body, the other crooked over his arm. Hips pumping, he’s as deep as he can get.
“Baby,” he pants.
I can’t answer, but he knows by the tremor of my lips that I can take more.
“Open,” he breathes.
My lips part, letting him spit into my mouth before he kisses me hard and thoroughly, eating my breath, consuming my lungs. He’s so far up in me, it’s a wonder he doesn’t taste himself on my tongue. One of his hands grips my jaw and closes my lips, forcing me to swallow. He doesn’t need to. I’d do it anyway, but I love the roughness of it.
“Fuck—good girl.” His jaw ripples as he thrusts.
Then, he pulls out and flips me onto my stomach, using his knee to push one leg open. His body covers mine, and I bury my face in the pillow as he slides back inside, filling me with familiar heat and hardness. His hips angle, getting in deep. Then, he starts fucking me into the mattress with his usual vigor. Relentless, driving us to something wild, euphoric.
“Fuck, baby, you take me so good,” he pants, breath hot on my neck.
I can’t answer. I’m so overstimulated, so wet, that all I can do is shake under him. He slides his free hand up my spine, gripping my hair, and pulls my head to the side. His kisses press to my temple. His body flows against mine in waves. Deep inside, I feel those little twinges of discomfort as he goes so hard, I can barely take him.
Then, he groans, stuttering. I lay beneath him, basking in the pleasure of letting him come inside me. His head droops, mouth on my shoulder.
“You felt so fucking good, baby,” he says.
I hum, unable to speak yet. My soul is still settling back into my body. He rolls me onto my side and pulls me into him, one hand resting on my hip.
“Good game,” he murmurs.
I laugh, breathless. From the moment we first fell into bed together, we’ve had sizzling chemistry. But over the years, it’s gotten so damn good, so easy, because we know each other’s bodies better than our own.
I never anticipated sex could be this good every time, just effortlessly satisfying and intimate.
“You want me to wash your hair?” he asks, sitting up.
“Sure.”
I lay on my back, enjoying the sight of him crossing the room to duck into the bathroom. When he comes out, he’s got a rag, and he’s wiping his face, ruffling his hair.
“Need this fucking heat to break,” he says.
“I don’t mind the benefits,” I murmur, smiling.
He leans over, flipping me over to slap my ass. “That’s true. I am getting laid near about every afternoon. Not much else to do this time of year with the animals put up and the fucking heat advisory every day.”
“And then some at night,” I remind him, getting up and making sure he has a prime view of my ass as I disappear into the bathroom. He’s hot on my heels, stepping into the shower just behind me.
His hands skim over my upper arms, pulling me back against his chest.
“I love the little lulls when we get to see each other more,” I whisper.
His dick answers before he does, rising against the curve of my lower back. I tilt my head, giving him a look.
“I only went one round,” he says, shrugging.
Turning, I wrap my hand around the base of his cock, applying pressure. His lids flicker, lowering in that look that betrays him—he’s not satisfied. My other hand runs down his side, tracing the cross tattoo, then back up to the bullseye around his pectoral muscle. They’ve faded even more over the years, too muchbaking in the sun and rubbing against the inside of his shirt. I love that, the real, rawness of his body.
I lift my eyes, meeting his gaze through lowered lashes, and start jerking him slowly, pumping up his length, over the head, then back down. A muscle in his jaw flickers. I run my hand up to his neck, enjoying the way the tendons tense beneath my fingers. Abruptly, he leans in, taking me by the jaw, and kisses my mouth.
He’s consuming my breath, getting me just as turned on as I was before we started.
I break away, sinking to my knees.
