In and out, in and out.
Thrust… thrust… thrust.
“You like it, baby? When I touch your pussy like this?”
He kept going, in and out, his voice low and full of need.
He kissed my neck again, soft lips making their way up to my collarbone, then down again.
“I fucking want you so bad… Serenity… so bad… Please let me love you…” he breathed me in, and I swear my heart stopped right there.
“Konflict…”
“Yeah… baby… you know what comes next with this clay? We need to put our whole hand inside. We need to stretch it good, thrust in nice and slow. Just like my dick wants to be buried deepinside you…”
“Fuck… I… I want that…” I almost cried.
“You want that, Mama? But do you want me? Can you let me take care of your heart? Can you trust that I won’t hurt you anymore… Can you love me one more time?”
His fingers kept moving inside me, sending me somewhere far beyond the room. Even with pleasure threatening to steal my thoughts, one thing was clear deep in my heart—I trusted him. Trusted him enough to give him my heart all over again. I’d already surrendered the moment I found peace in his arms and fell asleep against his chest. I’d let go, stopped fighting the love I felt for him. Now, all I wanted was to show him that.
I turned, meeting his gaze, and found nothing but honesty and deep hunger, the same emotions blazing in my own heart. Our lips hovered just inches apart, our breaths mingling and brushing over each other’s mouths. My heart pounded, matching his. I could hear his blood rushing in his veins. The way he looked at me, with so much love and devotion, I knew I wanted him. I couldn’t imagine my life without him.
My clay-covered hand slipped free and landed on his cheek, pulling him even closer.
“Please… just don’t break my heart again, baby,” I whispered against his lips.
His whole face lit up when understanding of what I meant hit him.
“Never again. I won’t break it again,” he said, then crashed his lips to mine.
In that moment, the world stopped turning because my heart exploded. He pressed his clay-covered hand to my cheek, caressing me gently, keeping my mouth right where he wanted it. He kissed me first with patience, lips gliding up, then down.
“Thank you for letting me love you…”
He bit my lower lip softly, then his tongue begged for entrance.My lips parted, and his tongue slid into my mouth.
“Mmm…”
His groans mixed with my moans as the kiss grew deeper, more demanding. I felt my heart split apart, but somehow, it felt as if he was putting the pieces back together. His kiss made me feel whole, like he was reconciling me with the part of myself that didn’t believe in love or happiness anymore. His tongue slid over mine with hunger, and I kissed him back just as fiercely.
“You taste so good, baby. I missed this… I missed you. I’m… hmmm… I’m never letting you go again, my love,” he whispered between breaths, before kissing me even more deeply.
Each kiss was deep and consuming, his whole soul pouring into it. While our mouths met, his fingers began to move inside me again, exploring me.
“Oh… fuck… baby…”
“I want to fuck you so bad, Serenity,” he sighed.
“Please,” I begged softly because I couldn’t stand waiting anymore.
He let go of me, stood up, and yanked down his sweatpants and boxers with an urgency that matched my own. Then he sat back down, completely naked, his dick hard and ready for me.
“Come sit on this dick, baby.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I slid my thong down, giving him full access to my pussy, and straddled his lap. Then slowly, I sank down onto his dick, feeling myself stretch around him, every inch making me ache for more.
“Fuuuuuckkk… I missed this pussy, Serenity,” he groaned as my pussy clamped tight around his dick, heat flooding us both.
