“Hey, yourself.” I threw my book down and opened my arms to her.
She walked over but stopped before she reached me. Pushing down her yoga pants, she kicked them off, then pulled her sweatshirt over her head dropping it to the side.
And my mouth dried up.
Emerald green lace swathed her curves in a way that would put a Coke bottle to shame, sitting high over her hips, making her legs go on for miles and miles. Darker green ran along the outside of the fabric, framing her body like an exquisite piece of art just for me, and finishing with delicate satin straps tied into bows on the tips of her shoulders. Across her stomach ran lace so sheer I could see every goosebump pebbling her abs and down to her pussy, where a distinct wetness was already trickling through, making my dick instantly pay attention.
But all of this was nothing compared to what this heaven-sent outfit thing was doing to her tits. Soft and firm and juicy and plump, ripe for the picking and pushed together in perfect harmony, trembling slightly with each shallow breath she took, her golden skin puckered with arousal. Tiny dark green lace hearts covered her nipples, making my fists clench, the desperation to touch any part of her suddenly too great to handle. Like ripping the paper off a beautifully wrapped present, waiting there for you, teasing you to open it. Because that’s what she was. My present.
My past, my present, my future.
“I’m sorry I’m late.”
“You can be late whenever you want if you turn up wearing this.” I coughed away the dryness in my throat before my voice broke like an over excited, pre-pubescent teenager. “You wear this all day?”
She shook her head, slowly. “No, I showered and changed.”
“Thank fuck for that. I couldn’t handle my days knowing you were walking around with this under your scrubs.” In the last three minutes, my dick had become so hard it had stripped me of all cohesive thought.
Her laugh hit me square in the chest.
“I am sorry I’m late. Things ran over and I couldn’t get out earlier. Sometimes it’s out of my control, but you know I wanted to be here, right?”
“Molly, I’ve never once thought you didn’t.” I reached out and pulled her onto me, positioning her so she straddled my hips over the comforter, needing to soothe her worries. “Now stop fucking talking and kiss me.”
Her hands ran through my hair as her lips surrounded mine, breathing into me, filling me with her essence, her passion, her fire. Our tongues conversed in silent words, deepening our connection as they delved further, desperation to taste eachother taking over, to see what we’d been missing in the two days since we’d last been together.
My dick thumped hard, even through the comforter she felt it against her core and her moan echoed around the room. Pulling her hair back, I took her lower lip with me and let go with a pop, trailing kisses down her neck, sucking on her ear lobe and making her whimper. I ran the tip of my tongue along her collar bone until it reached one of the satin bows, which came loose with the smallest tug of my teeth, the lace peeling back until her breast escaped, the tiny heart falling away and exposing a rosy pink, rock hard nipple made for my mouth.
She cried out as I bit down, then lapped up the sting with the softest stroke, brushing it with my lips and healing her with my saliva, leaving a trail glistening across her chest, kissing inside the dip of her cleavage and the creamy swell of her breast as I moved to the other one. Pulling away the lace until it freed into my mouth, I repeated the same treatment, her breath coming in bursts against my lips, and I soaked it up until I couldn’t tell where her oxygen ended and mine began.
She tugged on my hair, my head tipping back, finding my mouth again as if the sixty seconds she’d had to go without it was too long to bear. Her naked tits pressed to my chest, my hands running round her hips, squeezing them, my fingers stretching across her ass, gripping so hard I knew I’d marked her with my prints.
I scooped her up under one arm, swiping the comforter away with the other until my dick was free and I could place her back down. I was so hard, my balls were on the brink of explosion, desperate for release. I needed her like I needed my next breath.
And as was her way, she read my mind.
“Lex, I need you inside me.” She stopped me reaching out to the side table for a condom. “No, just you, nothing else.”
Her eyes were flaring bright, bonfires burning in the decaying light, filled with heat and love and trust, so much trust my heart almost couldn’t cope with the emotion firing through my synapses. Lifting her up to her knees, I ran my palm between her legs, cupping her, feeling her hot juices seep onto my palm as I gave her some of the friction she wanted so badly. Slipping the fabric to one side, I grazed against her clit with my knuckle and her breath hitched causing my dick to jerk hard, lightning shooting straight through until it hit my brain.
I ran the swollen tip along the length of her slit, lining myself up with her, never before feeling anything so fucking perfect and inviting and intoxicating; the sensation of her silky warmth giving me a high I knew I’d never felt before.
“Are you sure?”
She responded by pushing down on me, taking me in one long, hard, smooth stroke. She was so tight that black spots blurred my vision. She cried out, her chest convulsing in sync with her pussy, her velvety muscles contracting around my dick as she got used to my size, as I stretched her out.
“Mol, you okay?”
She nodded, looking so deep into my eyes I thought she might fall in, magnifying every sensation I had a thousand times over, until my nerve endings felt like they were being electrocuted. I circled my hips, needing to move, stretching her out a little more.
“Oh God, Felix…” Her back arched against me as she breathed out my name and the sound of it dripping off her tongue like a prayer was almost enough to send me spiraling.
I did it again and was rewarded with a flood of arousal soaking my dick, making it swell more than I knew possible. “You get so fucking wet for me. Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are?”
I swiveled my hips a third time and her groan curled around my spine. “You make my dick so hard.”
My hands found her ass again, stretching her out with the solitary goal of getting as far inside her as I possibly could, because this wasn’t enough. I needed more contact. More skin. I needed more of me touching her.
