Luca
My eyes never leave hers as she stands there in this makeshift room that is almost identical to the room where I fell for her. Except this time, she’s a woman. A woman who carried my son, a gift so great there is nothing that I can do to pay her back.
When I made this plan last week, I was not expecting to have construction workers in my house for the week, but after seeing the final result, I loved it. Sure, it would have to come down eventually, but for now, it was everything. I walk to her and watch her chest rise and fall as I’m standing in front of her. She is just a fingertip away from me, and I’m suddenly even more nervous than I was on that first date.
I haven’t been with anyone since her. I’ve dated, but after a couple of dates, I knew I didn’t want it to go anywhere, and no one had that crazy pull on me that Eli did. So I gave up and decided that when I met the woman who made the ground move, that would be my cue. I never expected it to be the same woman I compared everyone to. I push her hair over her shoulder and lean in and kiss it. “I’ve dreamed about this for seven years,” I tell her, and now her chest rises and falls faster and in shorter breaths. Softly moving the kiss from her shoulder along the line to her neck, I say, “I would have given anything to go back for just one night.” My tongue trails to her neck also. “To hold you,” I whisper. “To touch you.” She shivers. “To taste you.” It’s the last thing I say before I claim her mouth. Her tongue slides out eagerly. Our tongues slide side by side and then around, and it’s like I’m home.
My hands go to her hips and then slide to her ass. Feeling her bare skin makes my cock even harder. I pull her to me, so she can feel me, and I swallow her moan when she feels me on her stomach. The kiss starts out slow, but it grows frantic as her hands go to my waist and then to the button of my shorts. I let go of her mouth and kiss down to her neck as her fingers unbutton my pants, and the sound of my zipper echoes in the room. My hands cup her tits now as my fingers play with the little bows that hide her nipples. “Untie the bows,” she says at the same time that her palm cups my cock. The only material stopping her from feeling my cock is my boxers, and I suddenly curse myself for even wearing them. My eyes close slowly as she moves her hand up and down. My fingers roll her nipples while she moves her hands up and down, and if I don’t stop her, I’m going to come before she even touches me. I open my eyes and see the two little bows, and I softly pull the string open and it hangs by the side. The little slit opens, and her hard nipple comes out of the bra.
“Fuck,” I hiss out, and lean down, taking it into my mouth and sucking it deep. Her hand stops moving as I suck it, and my other hand rolls the other nipple. Her hips move just a touch, and I know she wants me to touch her. I slowly move my hand to the front of her panties, and when I go to touch her, I feel her wetness on my fingers. I’m also expecting to feel lace or a barrier, but there is nothing there. I stop sucking her nipple and look down at my finger. I move my hand down, the middle one running over her naked slit. The heat from her pussy is all over my finger, and it’s like I’m a man on a ledge, and I’m jumping off. I push her on the bed, and she falls back just a bit, but her legs open, and I see that she’s wearing crotchless panties, and her pussy is bare for me. “Put your feet flat on the bed,” I order her as I take off my shirt, and her eyes glaze over. When she places her feet on the bed, she tries to close her knees, but my hand stops her. “I want to look at you.” The only thing I have on are my boxers. She raises herself on her elbows, and she watches me, licking her lips. Her nipples are pebbled, and I know that if I roll them, she is going to be so wet.
“Seven years,” I say, leaning over her and licking her nipple, then moving to the other. The wetness glistens in the light. I get down on my knees in front of her, and I lean in. My tongue comes out, and I lick her from top to bottom. The taste of her on my tongue, and the need to get a better taste of her pushes me to do it again. But instead of doing it softly, I bury my face in her pussy like a starved man on a desert island. My tongue slides into her, and she puts a hand in my hair, pulling it and then pushing my face deeper into her. I lap at her and then find her little pink clit, and I bite it but not softly. She moans as her elbows give out and her head hits the bed.
“Again,” she says, and I bite her again, this time her hips bucking. “Again,” she repeats, and I take my middle finger and circle it lightly as she shimmies her hips from side to side, waiting for that friction. I move my finger through her slit and then push two fingers inside her. The tightness of her pussy clenches around them.
“Again,” she groans out, and I smile, leaning in, and bite down on her clit, but I don’t let go. I finger fuck her how I know she likes it. Her hips buck wildly, and her pussy gets tighter and wetter. When I know she is almost there, I speed up my fingers and then let go of her clit and suck it. She spasms around my fingers and moans out my name.
“Luca.” Both of her hands are now rolling her nipples as she fucks my fingers. She rides the wave, and then I move my finger over her G-spot and that pushes her again as she comes, soaking my fingers. I lick her until she stops moving her hips and then slowly slip my fingers out of her. Her eyes find mine as I clean off my fingers with my mouth, and her legs fall. When she sits up, she is face-to-face with my covered cock.
“My turn,” she says, and before I know it, my boxers are down and my cock is springing free, and she has me in the back of her mouth. I close my eyes, feeling her tongue twirl around my head as my hands go in her hair. She takes me all the way down her throat, and I look down at her hand working my shaft with her mouth while she plays with herself with her other hand.
“I need to get inside you,” I say. She nods, but I don’t want to lose her mouth yet. My hips go faster by the second, and right before my balls tighte up, I pull out of her mouth, and she groans and tries to get me back in her mouth. “My cock comes in your pussy,” I tell her, getting off the bed and grabbing a condom that is in the pocket of my pants.
She watches me and gets off the bed coming to me. “I’m on the pill,” she tells me and then grabs the condom in my hand. “And I know I’m clean, and I know you’re clean,” she says and then tosses the condom over her shoulder.
“Are you sure?” I ask her, and she nods. I reach around her and unhook her bra, tossing it over on the couch.
“That looks just like it did on the cruise,” she says, laughing and then she slips off her panties and tosses them by the door. “Now that looks more like it.” I lean to her and take her mouth. My hand goes in her hair, and I turn her head to the side to deepen the kiss. I walk her back to the bed, and she falls on it. I follow, and our mouths find each other right after.
“I was wrong,” I tell her, and she opens her legs, and I get between them. Taking my cock in my hand, I rub it up and down. “Everything that I remember from the cruise is nothing compared to the reality.”
“It’s the same,” she says softly, and I slowly, ever so slowly slide into her. Both of us looking at each other as I do it. Not saying anything, I don’t even know if I’m breathing at this point. The heat and wetness from her pussy make it so hard to go slow.
“You’re wrong,” I tell her when I’m balls deep in her, and I wait for a second before I move. “It’s better.” I pull out a bit and then slam into her again. “So much better.” The slow of before is gone and what I feel now is the need to just get my fill of her.
“Made for me,” I say. I put my hands by her head and lean down, her tongue coming out, and I suck it in my mouth. Her legs move back, letting me go even deeper, and her pussy gets tighter.
“I’ve wished for this moment right here ever since you walked away from me,” I tell her, but the need to move faster stops me from talking. Her back arches as she locks her legs around my waist.
“Fuck,” I hiss, slamming into her over and over again, the sound of skin slapping together fills the room, and I know she’s about to come because she claws her nails into my ass, not wanting me to move, but I can’t stop. My balls start to get tight, and before I know it, I’m coming in her at the same time she comes around me. I bury myself and then slowly roll to the side. Our chests heaving, our bodies sweaty. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” she says, looking up.
“I thought it was going to last a lot longer than that,” I tell her.
She doesn’t let me finish. Instead, she gets on top of me, and she kisses me, nipping at my bottom lip. “We still have another eight rounds to go.” She then slips her tongue into my mouth, and my hands get lost in her hair, and then roam down her back to her ass, squeezing it. She lifts her hips, and my cock is ready for round two.
“Looks like your recovery time didn’t change,” she says. Sitting up on my cock, she rides me for this round. And this time, I last a lot longer than her, four times longer than her. And when we finally fall asleep early the next morning, it’s right after round nine.