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I sat there in nothing but a bra as he knelt between my knees with the sun on his face and looked up at me like I was something he was about to pray to.

“Lay back,” he instructed.

I lay across the cushions with my hips propped. He pushed my thighs apart with his hands, and tasted me. With every lick to my clit all of my thoughts vanished.

There was no rushing. It felt like he was learning me all over again, which I appreciated. I moaned as he suckled my pussy, devouring me like he needed my nourishment.

When I reached down to graze his head, he caught my wrist and pinned it to the cushion beside my hip. When I reached with the other one, he pinned that one too. He held complete authority over me, holding my wrists down.

Justice kept going, and all I could do was arch up off that sofa and cry out in pleasure. My eyes were shut as I focused on the sensations blooming through my body. This was exactly what I needed after the tension I had been carrying around.

“Look at me,” he said from between my quaking thighs.

My eyes met his, holding his gaze intensely. The feeling was so exquisite that I came apart right there, shaking so hard my heel knocked a throw pillow onto the floor.

The sensation was too much and I cried out. I struggled to lift my hands to push him away from my sensitive and throbbing pussy, but he didn’t let up until I was begging him to.

When he stood, he pulled his shirt over his head, and I took my precious time staring at him. Sunlight fell across his brown skin, showing every etched muscle from his broad chest down to his stomach. I lifted my hand to run my fingers over that work of art. He caught my hand and kissed my knuckles, watching me as he unbuckled his pants and let them fall.

“Get up,” he commanded.

My legs were too wobbly to stand, so he held out his hand.

He guided me to the long dining table set for six. He swept one arm across the end of it and sent two place settings, the crystal glasses and all, sliding to the far side of the table. One of the glasses tipped over and rolled. We both ignored it because all that mattered was this moment.

“I let you walk out once. Never again.” His hand gripped my hip. “Every night without you, I’m taking back. You gon’ feel me for days.”

He gathered both my wrists in one hand and held them against the small of my back. His other hand gripped my hip as he eased into me, taking his time with every inch until he was fully inside.

I cried out against the table.

He stayed there a second without moving, his chest pressed to my back and his breath hot in my ear.

“I missed this,” he said. “I missed you.”

He slid his dick inside of me, filling me until there wasn’t room left for anything else.

I cried out in pleasure, a tear of joy escaping down my cheek.

“That’s all for you, baby girl.”

Every stroke hit my walls in the exact right way. I didn’t know how bad I needed this.

“This your dick. Say it back,” he crooned in my ear as he thrust in and out of me. I could feel myself splashing against him.

“It’s mine,” I managed to squeeze out.

“What’s yours?” he asked.

“This dick is mine,” I replied.

“Yeah.” I could feel him grinning as he pumped. My naked body began to sweat and the table no longer felt cool.

The table legs scraped the floor. The sunlight bounced off the chandelier creating pockets of rainbow light onto the wall.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day and night,” he said. “I haven’t been able to get this pussy off my mind.”

My mouth couldn’t form words. I replied in some kind of gibberish that was foreign to me.