“I’m sorry.” I whisper to her, wanting to apologize for it all, wanting to confess every secret I’ve kept for the last decade, but knowing I can’t. I can’t put that weight on her.
“For what?” She searches my eyes for the answer.
“Because I can’t be what you deserve.”
“Which is?”
I lean in, pulling her to meet me halfway, slamming my lips to hers. Her fingers come up and run through my scalp as she kisses me back. Her tongue coming out and pressing against my lips, begging for them to part.
Tasting her again fogs my brain, causing me to break the kiss for a moment, resting my forehead against hers. “The world.” I whisper, opening my eyes and seeing her looking back at me. “Someone who can worship you the way you deserve.”
Her eyes widen before slamming her lips back down to mine, aggressively. She consumes me in an instant, and my hands are on their own, running up underneath my shirt. Feeling her soft skin underneath. My fingertips run a light trail until they reach her tits. Her body vibrates at the touch as I cup them, my thumb and index finger coming up and grazing her nipple, swallowing her gasp down.
Lifting my left hand up, parting us as I slip it through, up her thigh, groaning as my fingers reach the exposed flesh where her panties should be.
“Goddamn.” Pulling back to look at her. “You are so much trouble.”
A grin pulls at her face as she leans into me. “Too bad you can’t see just how much…”
Shaking my head before pulling her hard back to me, stopping her face directly in front of mine, slipping my fingers lower, grazing her clit, bringing a hiss from her before trailing my fingers down, toying with her opening. “Ride my hand.” Demanding her before pressing my lips back to hers. Her pussy pulsating as she tilts her hips, giving me access to slide my fingers inside her. Feeling as if I have to consume as much of her as possible, knowing that after today, this can never happen again.
Without hesitating, she rotates her hips, forcing my fingers further.
She feels fucking amazing.
Her hands are on the waistband of my pants. She pops the button, unzips them and pulls out my cock. Her hands wrap around the base as she continues to use my hand to fuck herself. Breaking our kiss, she leans her head back to gasp as I feel her walls clenching down on me. Curling my fingers in and pressing against her walls.
“Oh, fuck.” She pants, her chest swelling as I move my thumb up, circling her clit, and bringing her body bucking on top of me.
As I stand up, her legs enclosing around my body as I rotate us around, pressing her back onto the table, her eyes pop open as the dishes rattle around.
Gripping onto my jeans before they fall off and reaching into thepocket.
“Really?” She sends me a questioning look, a smirk on her face, as I pull the condom out of my pocket and rip it open with my teeth. Gripping the silicone with my fingers and the packaging with my teeth as I pull it out, spitting the foil onto the floor. “Had to make sure you were prepared?” she goads me.
“Around you,” I pause as I press my fingers harder into her with my left hand as I attempt to split my attention between rolling the condom over myself. “Always.” Glancing back up at her.
Plucking it from my fingers, she looks up at me with a smirk.
Her walls tighten around my fingers before I slide them out and line myself up with her entrance. Glancing up at her, she pulls her bottom lip in with her teeth. Her eyes rolling upwards as I press into her, fueling me further.
I take it all in, consuming every second to memory to replay forever.
Gripping her hips, I thrust into her harder; a whimper slips out of her mouth in response.
“Yes.” She pants again. “Elias, fuck me.”
Looking down, our eyes lock.
“Make me never forget this…” trailing off into a moan.
Pistoning my hips into her harder, pushing her up the table with each thrust. Her eyes popping open as I lean over her, a slow smile forming on her lips.
“I wish —” she starts and quickly stops herself.
“What?”
“Nothing.” She shakes her head, and I notice the slight hue spread across her cheeks.
