“I want you bare. Nothing in between us anymore. It’s just us from now on. Are you comfortable with that?”
“Yes. I trust you. I’m on birth control. I’m clean.” The thought of going through our sexual history right now seems the opposite of sexy or romantic. I don’t want to discuss the two guys I slept with in my crusade of getting over Koa.
I definitely don’t want to hear about all the women he’s been with since me. The thought alone fills me with dread. I would rather swim in a pool of snakes. In case you’re wondering, I would really fucking hate to do that.
He nods. Maybe he’s thinking the same thing I am. “Good.” He kisses me and starts playing with my breast again.
“Wait,” I say in between kisses. “What about you?”
“I’m clean.” He moves down my neck. “You always smell so sweet for being such a little troublemaker.”
The way he moves over my body with his tongue and lips has me withering. He unbuttons my pants and pulls them off. My underwear follows shortly after another round of kisses and bites through the lace fabric. “Are you going to let mehave another taste? I haven’t stopped thinking about how much I love having your cum coating my tongue.”
I pop my thighs open, letting him see how wet I am for him. Niagara Falls is drier than my vagina. He runs his fingers through my slit and collects my juices. Placing his fingers in his mouth, he closes his eyes and groans as he savors my taste.
I’ve never felt so turned on yet vulnerable at the same time. Other than when I fooled around with Koa, this is the first time I’ve been so exposed and open with a man.
I had my own set of rules with the others. Clothes stayed on, never in a bed, and no talking. It makes sense why I was never able to get over Koa. I wouldn’t let a man get close enough to try.
Emotions fill my chest and clog my throat. I swallow them down, hoping he’s too busy staring at my pussy to notice I’m about to cry.
“Baby,” he says, laying himself over me. He brushes my hair off my face and wipes a tear off my cheek. “This isn’t like last time. I’m going to prove it to you. Every day, and in every possible way. Starting now with my tongue on your pussy. Does that sound good?”
I nod and he kisses me with a sweet smile on his face. “Good girl.”
He slides back down my body and places open mouth kisses on my thighs and hip bone. Finally he licks me up my center and my back bows off the bed.
He slips a finger inside while he sucks my clit. It burns as he adds another finger, scissoring them and stroking them against my walls. “Fuck you’re tight, baby.”
I let out a low moan when he begins to caress one of my breasts in his palm. “Koa,” I plead with him. “More. I need…” My words trail off when my eyes land on him. His eyes hold mine captive, while his mouth does devious things to my pussy.
His fingers pump faster, dragging over my g-spot every time. I bite down on my lip and hold back a moan as my hands fist the comforter.
“Stop biting your lip. I want to hear you scream my name when you come. Don’t fucking think about being quiet,” he says, working his fingers in a slow and deliberate rhythm.
I arch my back and press my clit harder against the tip of his tongue. “Koa,” I say, in between whimpers and moans. I say his name over and over as I chase my orgasm and a few more times as I come down from the high.
He stands and discards the rest of his clothes. If I wasn’t already flat on my back, I would be now. He is fucking gorgeous. Broad shoulders, hard muscles, tattoos, and his large cock he’s palming in his hand. I want it all.
Climbing on top of me, he kisses me tenderly. “Go easy on me, baby.” He lines himself up at my entrance and pushes himself forward. His neck strains and he blows out a breath.
He pulls out and watches where we’re connected as he works himself another inch. “You’re doing so well. Lookhow much your pussy likes my cock. You got me glistening,” he says, and my body shudders.
I hook my arms under his and wrap them around his back. I want to feel as much of his skin on mine as possible. Sweat beads collect under my bangs but I refuse to let go of his warm body as he continues to thrusts his hips.
“Are you going to come for me again?” he asks.
“I don’t know that I can.”
“Baby, you can do anything.” He kisses me and the taste of me on his lips makes my clit pulse remembering his tongue was there a few minutes ago.
His eyes soften as they meet mine. “I love you, Sydney,” he says, slowing his rhythm. “I have for years. You don’t have to say it back but I need you to know that I do.” He kisses the tears that roll down my cheeks.
His admission has me squeezing him tighter as stars explode behind my eyes and everything goes black for a moment. He ducks his head into my chest and lets out a feral groan while he reaches his release.
“I love you too,” I admit to him finally. I kiss him again, weaving my fingers through his short hair and pressing my breasts into his chest. “I don’t think my heart knows how to do anything else but love you.”
“Thank you for loving me again. I promise I'll never hurt you again.”
