I reach up and touch her cheek. “My body belongs to you.”
I didn’t realize how true that was before this moment. My body is hers. I’m hers.
That simple truth has existed between us from the moment we first set eyes on each other. It’s true now, even more than it was then.
She smiles softly, leaning in and kissing my neck, down my chest, becoming more and more bold as she strikes a trail from my pectoral muscles down my abs. She stops at the waistband of my sweatpants, and presses her hand over my hardening cock.
“God damn,” she says. “You are so big. So beautiful.”
I grit my teeth, my hips practically coming up off the couch. Am I that basic? Yeah. I’m this fucking basic. Her saying that to me is enough to nearly send me over the edge. God, I want her. I want to grab her and strip those ridiculous sweats off her, bury myself inside her, hard, fast, no more exploration, no more teasing.
But she wants this, so I’m going to give it to her.
Because whatever Sarah wants, she can have. At least, whatever I have to give. And she can have my body. Hell, she can devour it if she wants.
She pulls the waistband of my sweats out, down so that my cock is free, and she curls her fingers around my hard legs, squeezing.
“I really don’t know what I’m doing,” she says, large golden eyes staring into mine.
“I don’t need you to know what you’re doing,” I say, my voice a desperate rasp. I cup her chin, and she bites her lip as she looks away from my gaze, down at the most intimate part of me.
“I want…” She leans in, flicking her tongue lightly across the broad head of my cock.
It’s like heat lightning in the mountains.
A flash of fire and danger that threatens to spark a whole conflagration inside my body.
I reach out, grabbing hold of her hair, and this time, when I sift her hair through my fingers, I stop and make a fist. Then I tug, hard. She gasps, letting her head fall back for a moment as I hold her steady, because I don’t want to come all over her face without clearing that first. I don’t want to come this fast.
I want this to go on forever.
My spirit is willing, but my flesh is very, very weak.
We both pause for a moment, and she looks at me, our breathing erratic, but in sync somehow.
“Please,” she says.
That she’s pleading to take me into her mouth kills me, and I release my hold on her, let her bring her delicate mouth back down onto my aching flesh.
Then she sucks me in deep, and the combination of swear words that come out of my mouth is so creative, so filthy, I think even Uncle Wyatt would be a little bit disappointed in me.
Then I’m lost. In her.
I know that it’s Sarah. The entire time.
I’m captivated by the fact that she’s been everything I’ve needed for so many years.
Suddenly I feel hollowed out, aching and bitter about the ten years we were apart. But maybe we needed those years apart. So that we could come back together like this.
I let my head fall back, luxuriating in the wet suction of her mouth, the way that her hands are skimming over my body as she teases me, torments me.
“Fuck,” I say, my hips rocking up off the couch, and this time I grab hold of her hair and pull her away for me for good this time. My body hates me for it, but it’ll thank me later.
“I don’t want to finish like that,” I say.
“What if I want to. What if I want to swallow you?”
God damn. I think she might kill me. I’m so turned on, I think it actually might be fatal. I can’t see straight. I want all this. I want everything. I want to fuck her until we can’t walk. Until neither of us can talk because we burned our voices out screaming. I want to come down her throat, but first, I want to be inside of her again, really inside of her, so the extracurricular activities are going to have to wait. Because I need to be with her. In her. For real.
