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My hips rock, and without missing a beat, we find a rhythm that has my body already buzzing with anticipation. He brings one hand to the apex of my thighs and strums my clit with his thumb.
I relax my body and let myself sink further onto his cock while he’s still gripping my ass with his other hand.
His beard brushes over my skin when he kisses my neck, only heightening my awareness of what he does to me.
His eyes fall to his lap, where we’re joined. “Look at the way you take me.”
I drop my head, and heat crawls up my neck when I see his throbbing cock coated in my arousal. I shamelessly watch as he pounds me with punishing thrusts and works my clit with his thumb.
“Yes, please. God, you fill me so good.”
He drops his lips to my neck again and ghosts them over my collarbone. He kisses lower, just above my nipple, and the anticipation is threatening to make me combust.
“Five,” he breathes against my chest.
“Did you forget how to coun—”
His grip on my ass tightens, and he thrusts up while pulling me down onto him. He swirls his tongue over my piercing as he swipes his thumb over my clit. He floors me with a barrage of sensations, completely pushing me over the edge. My vision blurs when I’m rocked by the orgasm that I didn’t see coming.
“Fuck. Yes—” My cry is muffled when he brings his mouth to mine and swallows my words. I wrap my arms around him and cup his head, relishing in his warmth and the way his closely cropped hair feels in my palms.
“That’s right.” He breaks the kiss. “Hang on because I’m not done with you yet.”
My head falls to his shoulder, and he begins to piston up into me. I can tell by his new pace and force that he’s now chasing his release.
He impales me, time after time, fucking me in a way that no one else has, or ever will. Even without seeing each other for years, he can still read my body’s needs and limits. It’s more brutal, yet somehow, gentler than it was yesterday. With our chests pressed together, my nipples drag over his pecs, and he doesn’t stop playing with my clit.
I might love giving him shit and toying with him, but when my walls start to tighten around him, again, I forget all about that. I simply let my consciousness shut down and enjoy him.
My body melts into his, while my hips take on a mind of their own, swiveling until I find an even better angle that lets him drive deeper. He takes full advantage of it, thrusting harder and faster while my clit slides against his veiny shaft with each stroke.
His breathing becomes more ragged, and his pace more erratic, when he growls against the sensitive skin below my ear.
“Dammit.”
Thrust.
“You feel—”
Thrust.
“So good.”
Thrust.
“So perfect.”
His last words are a guttural moan when he drives into me to the hilt. The overwhelming fullness and closeness ignite that fire one last time, and I come so hard that I bury my head into the crook of his neck and bite down. He grunts, and his fingers dig into the flesh of my ass. I feel each twitch and pulse of his cock as he spills into me, and it’s pure bliss.
His rough hands glide up my sweat-slicked back, and he presses kiss after kiss along the flushed column of my neck. Our chests rise and fall in sync as we catch our breath.
In this moment where it feels like time stops, I forget about everything that’s ever happened between us. I don’t know how much time passes before I finally let out a contented hum.
“Wasn’t that better than talking?” I ask, nuzzling into his neck and finally accepting that I don’t hate his beard. I don’t care how incredibly intimate it feels. I want to feel good, and safe.
This is beyond that, even if I crack open the doors to my emotions just a sliver. It’ll be fine because there’s an expiration to this that’ll spare me from another heartbreak.
Or at least that’s what I’m telling myself.
