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He asserts his dominance over me with the way he devours my mouth and the way he presses my hands to his cock. Feeling a man like this so aroused for me has the effect of making me melt. I melt beneath his touch and submit to the will he exerts over me. The same force and magnitude that tells me, in the possessive way he touches me, that he wants to claim me and make me his.
Right now I want him to do just that.
Screw the fucking past and anything that’s not right now.
He kisses me and I crave being his goddess again. I crave, thirst and hunger for it.
A sharp breath escapes my lips as he presses me hard into the wall so he can kiss me harder. I smooth my hands into his spiky hair, encouraging him to kiss me however he wants. And he does.
When he pulls away though it’s like heat has left my body, but his fingers brushing against the skin of my shoulder returns it. He grabs my jacket, pushes it back and rips the straps of my dress to get it off me.
It floats to the ground and pools at my feet leaving me in my bra and panties. He undoes the little butterfly clasp keeping my bra together and my breasts spill out bobbing toward him invitingly, my nipples puckered and aching for his touch. Aching to be tasted the way he used to taste me.
He growls and shoves the bra down my shoulders and all I can do is hold on to his powerful shoulders when he tastes my left nipple and sucks hard on the tip. He sucks hard and my pussy aches with the need for him to be inside me.
I was already wet from his kisses, now I’m so wet I’m sure I’m dripping with the need.
What I love about this is it’s him.
It’s him.Gabe.
Not anybody else I don’t want touching me. I don’t even want to think of their names or remember their faces.
I always wondered what would happen to me if I were lucky enough to get close to anybody ever again. Would I remember the years of abuse?
It’s not the kind of thing you forget, yet his touch is enchanting enough to lull me into him. It’s enough to wipe my brain clean and be here in this moment with him and enjoy him.
He starts alternating from one breast to the other, taking as much of the flesh into his mouth. The sight of which is so hot I feel the rise of my orgasm building with each suckle.
He knows and the wicked smile that lights up his face as he moves back a fraction to look at me is enough to confirm his knowledge of what he is doing to me.
He looks at me for a few seconds and I almost come back to reality. It scares me and I grip on to his shoulders with the fear.
“Don’t… don’t stop touching me… please don’t stop touching me,” I plead with desperation emanating from my voice.
He rests his hand above me and now the wicked smile dances on his lips. His full sensual lips that were made for kissing and pleasure.
“I do not fucking plan to.” He assures me and in that moment he smooths his hand over my mound, moves the white lace of my panties aside and pushes two fingers straight inside my pussy.
My knees turn to water and give from under me. They give and I crumble. He catches me with his other hand and holds me up so he can finger fuck me with his other hand.
Fast and faster he moves and thrusts, pressing against my clit. I try to catch my breath then gasp for it when he captures my mouth again for a wild kiss. We kiss against the wall while he holds me in place so he can go deeper and deeper inside me.
The wildness he kissed me with taints his eyes when he pulls away and back. He pulls his fingers out of me too and licks off the glistening juice that coats his ring and forefinger. Watching him savor the taste of me, like I’m some rare exotic dish, is unreal.
It’s completely unreal, but what’s better than that is watching him shrug off his clothes. The white button-up shirt comes off first, revealing how much he’s changed since the last time I saw him. More muscle that’s so defined lines his abs and makes my mouth water.
My gaze runs over his body and lingers on his happy trail. I can’t resist the urge to touch him there. I run my fingers over the fine hairs that lead down past his belt buckle. Then I run my fingers up to a tattoo he didn’t have when we were together. It’s the roman numerals for the number ten. It looks cool on him.
“We can explore all we want later goddess, I need you now.” He gives me a lopsided grin filled with mischief. He does the sexiest thing ever by leaning close again so he’s inches away from my lips and he’s giving me that smile again. “Can I have you?”
Permission.
He’s being sexy and cool, but he would never know what it means to be asked. And for me to say, “yes.”
So many things feel like freedom today.
“Good girl.” He growls. He then undoes his belt buckle and shoves his pants and boxers down allowing his cock to spring free from the entrapment and jut toward me.
