She hides her face in my neck, biting down softly. “Don’t be smug.”
I slide a finger into her, slow, then another. She gasps.
“I’m not smug,” I murmur. “I’m reverent.”
Her hands grip my forearm as I work her open again. Her cunt clenches around my fingers, greedy and familiar. I curl them just right, and she cries out, soft and broken.
“You feel it, don’t you?” I ask, voice low and rough. “This thing between us. Still there. Still alive.”
She moans in response, writhing against me.
Her hand slides down, fingers closing around my cock. I groan into her neck. Her grip is sure, confident, like she remembers every ridge, every throb, every pulse.
“You’re bigger than I remember,” she murmurs, teasing.
I thrust gently into her hand, lips dragging across her collarbone. “You can take it. You always could.”
I pull her onto her back, hovering over her now. The sheets slip from her body, revealing smooth skin and soft curves I’ve missed like air. Her nipples are hard, begging for my mouth. I lean down and take one between my lips, sucking gently, while my fingers still play between her legs.
She’s panting now, back arching, thighs trembling.
“Kaz…” she breathes.
“I need to taste you again,” I growl.
She opens for me, legs spread, golden light from the window hitting her just right. She’s beautiful—feral and flushed and fucking radiant. I kiss my way down her body, tongue tracing every inch of her like I’m charting a map I never want to lose again.
When I reach her pussy, I bury my face in it like I’m starving. My tongue flicks over her clit, forked tip teasing, circling, pressing. Her hands tangle in my hair, and she cries out, grinding into my mouth.
I slide two fingers in deep again, tongue lapping faster now. She breaks apart with a choked scream, pussy pulsing around me. Her body shakes, breath stuttering.
“Fuck—fuck, Kaz?—”
I climb back up her body, kiss her hard. She tastes herself on my lips and moans again.
Then she pushes me onto my back.
Her eyes are fire now.
“No more gentle,” she whispers. “I want to ride you.”
I growl, my cock twitching.
“Then ride me.”
She straddles me, lines me up, and sinks down in one long, slow motion. My breath punches out of my lungs.
Her pussy swallows me whole, tight and hot and perfect. Her head falls back, eyes closed, lips parted.
“Gods, you fill me up,” she moans. “You always stretched me so fucking good.”
I grip her hips as she starts to move—slow at first, grinding, rolling. Her breasts bounce with every thrust, and I can’t look away. She’s fucking glorious. Strong and soft. Fierce and trembling.
“Kaz,” she pants. “Say something.”
“You feel like fucking heaven,” I growl. “Your pussy is the best thing I’ve ever felt.”
She gasps, rides me harder. Faster.
