Page 35 of Best Things in Life

“I know we will.” He stalks to me, stands chest to chest, cups his big hands around my butt, clamping me against him like he’s branding my pussy with his cock. The fit is amazing, the feeling like coming home as the flood of memories chokes me and I whimper, staring at his neck, his shoulders and the ropey muscles corded and tense. “Right now why don’t we put him out of our mind. Bottom line is you two didn’t belong together. We belong together.” He squeezes his hands to make his point and his cock jolts against me for extra emphasis.

I look up at his eyes. What I see there now is that amazing focus, the kind that makes a girl think she’s the only thing in the world, the only person who matters, the one special treasure that he must have.

“Finally,” I whisper, tracing my hands up his chest and wrapping them around his neck, spreading my fingers into his wavy hair, wrapping the short curls at his nape around my fingers and drinking in everything his eyes are telling me. The smile forms slowly and firmly, the corners of his mouth lifting. My heart stutters as he lowers his lips to touch mine, a soft brush, a caress, then a nibble, then a hard press and his tongue moving inside as I open and meet him.

It feels like a first kiss according to my heart and soul, the first kiss of our new relationship, better, hotter, more mature and more lasting.

His hands move up under my shirt, flipping open my bra and caressing as they move to my breasts, cupping and thumbing my nipples as his kisses travel along my cheek to my temple to my ear and he whispers, his breath hot and moist making me shudder, forcing my hips to press close, my hands to move down his back tight around him like I want to meld us together. Because I do. My nipples bead up and shoot a river of sparks straight to my core.

“Do you know how much I want you, Cookie?” his voice is like a velvet blanket over my skin with the irresistible caress setting my nerves on fire. “In every way. To have at my side, to share every part of our lives.”

“To give you sass,” I say, my voice almost cracking as I gulp back the ball of emotion, kiss his jaw, move my hips to show him how I feel in that universal language. “To give you—” He groans and captures my mouth and tongue and I try to talk, but he ties me up, so I give into losing myself in the kiss, in him, in the powerful feelings welling in my soul, my heart and my body.

With his lips still locked on mine, he sweeps me up into his arms and carries me the two steps to my bed and then lowers me, finally releasing my mouth. I hold onto him, dragging him on top of me.

“Let me undress you first,” he says, resisting and I let go, watching him.

“Have at it cowboy,” I say defying the tenderness, holding onto the sass, needing to keep control even as I fall hopelessly back again into deep horny lust-love with him. “You know I love you, right?” I say desperate as he runs his hands up my legs to my panty line under my dress. His eyes spark and then deepen and he leans forward, kneeling between my open legs.

“I do know, but you can feel free to remind me any time you want.”

“You’re supposed to tell me you love me too, you—” He laughs and shushes me with his mouth, biting gently on my lower lip, swallowing my unspoken wiseass comment. Then he trails his mouth along my skin to my ear and rasps.

“I do love you. Every fucking thing about you, the small things and the big things, the good things and even the naughty things.”

“Especially the naughty things,” I say. “Don’t pretend.” I grin at his grin as he rests his forehead on mine and his hands find their way back to my panties, his fingers slipping under the band and skimming over the sensitive skin of my lower belly in a way I haven’t felt … since the last time I was with him. “Oh my god, Nate. Don’t torture me.”

“That’s as good as a challenge you realize?”

“Of course I realize that,” I say, moving my hands from the thick muscles of his shoulders down his abdomen to his waistband. I tug until he clamps his hand over mine.

“Not so fast. This is my show,” he growls. He pins my hands over my head and I shimmy under his delicious weight as he moves over me. “I’m undressing you.” I laugh, but it’s a strained chuckle because I’m breathing fast and shallow under him, my muscles and nerves spiraling into tense knots of anticipation. While he makes good on his promise, sliding my panties down and lifting my dress over my head with my wriggling cooperation, my blood heats, and a sweat breaks out, my skin burning under his stare and his touch. He lets go of my hands and finishes the job of removing my dress and bra, tossing them and my panties somewhere away, outside of our universe of passion.

Watching him undress is one of those basic yet extraordinary pleasures in life I used to dream about all this time without him and now as he pulls off his tie and unbuttons his shirt I can feel the liquid pooling and my pussy throbs.

“Nate, I…” can’t wait, but I demonstrate the words instead of saying them and reach a hand down to my pussy to touch the sensitive nub, jolting at the shock of pleasure, my eyes squeezing shut to hold on, to force myself to wait.

His hand clamps down over mine and he takes it away. Opening my eyes I see that his shirt is off and the most mouthwatering chest and abs I’ve ever seen to this day are front and center in my line of vision. I raise my eyes to meet his.

“Naughty girl,” he says. “You know I want to be the one to touch you until you scream, to feel your pussy honey run over my fingers as you come, to—”

“I know. I… you have me so on edge.” His mouth forms a slow intense smile at that and he undoes his dress pants with one hand and yanks them and his boxers down in a quick rough move.

His cock springs free, large and hard and pulsing, a mouthwatering invitation to paradise and I hear myself whimper with need. Like waves being drawn to the shore, I sit up and reach for him without thought, my only aim to put my mouth around his magnificent cock, to make him delirious with need and—

He chuckles and pushes me back down onto the bed.

“Not this time,” he says. “Not that I don’t want to be in your gorgeous mouth.” His voice is tight with control and his cock twitches. He reaches into his pants pocket and removes a foil packet before pulling his pants all the way off and tossing them aside. “But I want to be inside you again so bad, sweet Cookie.” His voice shakes, his hand shakes and I bite my lip because the sight of him on the edge doubles the throbbing need in my pussy.

“Oh god, Nate, please. I need you inside me too.” I reach up and half sitting, I take the foil pack from him because my hands aren’t as shaky as his. And he lets me unroll the lubricated rubber over his long thick cock. The scent and the feel so familiar, so intense and exciting that I almost drool. Swallowing instead, I finish and wrap a hand around him, giving him a squeeze to satisfy some elemental need in me before he presses me back down onto the bed.

His hand goes to my pussy as he kneels between my wide open legs and he strokes me. My hips buck and I cry out.

“Please Nate, I’m so close. Come inside me now.” I reach for him futilely and he chuckles.

“Just this once, only because I’m so desperate for you, I’ll give in.” His mouth quirks, a twitch in the right side of his jaw. I snort laugh because we’re both so pathetically needy.

As he lowers himself over me, we stare into each other’s eyes, understanding the bigness of the moment like coming home after a long struggle to find where we belong, to find peace and everything that was missing in life. He positions himself at my entrance and pushes inside me and I let out a deep sigh of pleasure and satisfaction as if I’d been holding it in for three years.