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Because our love was so pure, so innocent… but I’m not anymore.
No. I’m ready. I’ll show him how shameless we can be together now.
“Yes, Redix. I can imagine you fucking my pussy again.” Sliding my hand under my pajama shorts, I give him my show. “Just like this.”
“Fuucck.” His mouth drops open, watching my hand play under the silk of my peach shorts. He releases another button on his jeans. “Let me see your wet pussy again.”
“Let me see your cock.”
He’s looped the video. It starts again, which means we can torture each other all night because that’s what the past ten years have been for me.
It was torture without him making me confess, “So many times I did this. I fingered myself to you dancing in those movies.”
With my ankle propped on the tufted ottoman, I let him see flashes of my fingers sliding into my pussy.
He kneels on the ottoman in front of me, and his hips start matching the rhythm of my hand.
“Show me how you do it.” He stares. I never held back with him, not ten years ago or now. His body is my everything, my awakening, and my death. “Show me how you missed me, Cade.”
I can’t believe it.
The sight of him so close again. The smell of him so near.
God, how I’ve ached for him for so long.
It makes the smack of my hand relentless, my palm striking against my clit to the tempo of his hammering hips.
It makes me demand, “Let me see you, Redix. Show me how you missed me too.”
He rips the last button of his jeans open to his thick base, and I moan at the sight while he insists, “Give me another taste.” Leaning across the narrow divide between the ottoman and the sofa, he braces his ripped arms beside me on the sofa, trapping me between them.
I lie back like he’s over me, fucking me with those expert hips.
Licking his lips, he’s inches over mine, and the heat of his flesh is so close it torches my skin without a touch.
He knows the rules of this strip. No touching, only teasing, “Come on. Remind me how sweet your pussy tastes on my tongue.”
I offer him my two glistening fingers to suck. The feel of his soft lips and warm tongue across any part of my flesh, even on my fingers, damn, I’m close.
His eyes close, sucking them with a groan before I return them to my ache for him.
“Let me taste you too.” I can see the drops of pre-cum. The dark spots on his light denim parch my mouth for his cream. I’m desperate for any part of him, touch or taste. “Redix, please.”
“You’re so beautiful when you’re gonna come.” He pulls back and watches. “I know that look in your eyes; I put it there.”
Yes, he did.
I’m in sweet pain for him. It has me writhing on the sofa, opening wide so he can see me plunge into my wet need. I’m rising so high for this fall from his sky eyes. Let it destroy me.
“Who made you come first, Cade?” His massive hand strokes over his length, barely hidden by his jeans. “Who, Cade? Who touched your tight pussy and fingered you so slow at first. Who found your clit and taught you how to come?”
My body knows, my thighs trembling at the truth, at the sound of his voice, at that look in his eyes, “You.” I’m lost in them and don’t want to be found again.
The grip of his hand tightens over his shaft, along with a grind of his teeth.
“Say it. Say the name of the only man who makes you come. The one your pussy was made for. The one it begs for. The one it comes so fucking hard for.”
It rips right through me. “Redix!”
