Page 50 of We Shouldn’t Do This Again

“This is crazy,” she says, though her hands are already tugging urgently at my T-shirt, pulling it over my head.

“Then let it be crazy,” I reply, yanking the straps of her dress down in one quick motion. The fabric falls to her waist, freeing her breasts, perfect and tipped with hard nipples pointed toward me. I lower my head and take one into my mouth, sucking hard, circling it with my tongue while my hand caresses the other. Lidia arches her back and lets out a long moan, the kind that has always driven me out of my mind.

“God… yes… like that…”

Her hands tangle in my hair and pull me closer. I drag her dress all the way down, leaving her in nothing but soaked white lace panties. I kneel in front of her, spread her legs with my hands, and bury my face between her thighs. The scent of her arousal hits me like a punch: sweet, salty, unmistakably hers. I part her folds with my fingers and drag my tongue over her slowly, from the bottom all the way up to her swollen clit. She cries out, and her knees nearly give out.

“Barbara… fuck…”

I lick her like my life depends on it. Broad strokes of my tongue, sucking her clit while I slide two fingers inside her without warning. She’s so wet they sink in immediately, all the way. Her walls tighten around me, squeezing hard, and I start thrusting into her fast and deep while my mouth never stops devouring her. Lidia braces herself against the wall, one hand gripping my hair while the other squeezes one of her breasts. Her hips rock against my face, shamelessly fucking my mouth.

“Don’t stop…” she gasps, her voice breaking with every thrust of my fingers.

I’m soaked too. My own pussy throbs inside my panties, begging for attention, but she comes first. I want her to come undone in my mouth, to melt completely against my lips, to forget every wall she’s built between us. I want her to remember exactly why we’ve always been like this: wild and incapable of controlling ourselves when we’re together.

I slip a third finger inside her and curl them upward, searching for that spot I know makes her lose control. Lidia lets out a muffled cry, and her legs tense immediately.

“I’m going to come, Barbara…”

And she does. Hard. Her walls clamp down around my fingers, and I keep licking her gently now, collecting every drop of her pleasure while she trembles and moans my name.

When she finally calms a little, I stand up. I kiss her deeply, letting her taste herself, and she kisses me back hungrily, biting me, licking my lips.

“I hate you,” she whispers against my mouth, but her eyes say the exact opposite: that she loves me with the same intensity with which I love her.

“No, you don’t hate me,” I reply, pushing her toward the bed.

We collapse onto the mattress together. The sheets feel cool and soft against our burning skin. I yank off her panties and strip out of my shorts and underwear in seconds. We’re naked, skin against skin, and nothing has ever felt more right than this. Lidia suddenly flips me onto my back and climbs on top of me, straddling my hips. Her breasts hover above my face, and I sit up enough to suck on them while she rubs herself against my thigh, leaving behind a slick, hot trail.

“I want to fuck you,” she growls. “I want you to feel exactly what I feel for you, Barbara.”

She works her way down my body, leaving kisses and bites in her wake. She spreads my legs with her hands and goes down on me exactly the way I went down on her. Her tongue is pure fire. She circles my clit quickly and relentlessly while thrusting two fingers inside me at once. I moan loudly, arching my back as I clutch the sheets beneath me.

“Lidia…”

She doesn’t answer. She just devours me. She sucks, licks, nips at my swollen lips, fingering me like she wants to split me apart. I writhe beneath her, thrusting my hips against her face, completely losing control. Pleasure shoots up my spine when I feel her fingers curling inside me, hitting exactly the right spot while her mouth sucks my clit mercilessly.

“I’m going to come…” I warn between ragged breaths.

“Do it,” she commands, sliding in a third finger.

I come with a scream loud enough for the whole island to hear. I explode around her fingers, trembling and pulsing, and she keeps licking me through the orgasm, stretching it out until I can barely breathe. But it isn’t over. Not even close.

I sit up, grab her by the hair, and kiss her furiously. Our mouths taste like both of us, like sex, like us. I pull her onto her back and climb on top of her, adjusting until our bodies line up perfectly, and the second they do, we both moan together. I start grinding against her, slowly at first, rubbing myself against her body. The friction is electric. We’re wet, hot, slippery.

“Like that…” she whispers, digging her nails into my back. “Fuck me like that, please.”

I pick up the pace. Our hips move together, searching for the perfect angle. Sweat coats our skin. I kiss her, bite her neck, whisper in her ear everything I’ve kept buried for years.

“You’re mine… you’ve always been mine, Lidia. Don’t ever forget that…”

Lidia moans louder and digs her nails into my ass, pulling me harder against her. The pleasure builds again, fast and brutal. Our bodies grind together harder and faster until we both come almost at the same time. Our muscles tense, tremble, and the orgasm tears through us like lightning.

“Do you still bring your little toy on trips?” I ask, biting her ear and licking the sensitive skin beneath it.

“In the drawer…” she confesses, and I smile.

Lidia has always traveled with a small vibrator, and when I open the nightstand drawer, I realize it’s still the same one we used together years ago. Pink, discreet, but powerful. I switch it on and press it against her clit while sliding two fingers inside her again. Lidia arches her back like a bow.