Now, after having Decker and Regina back in my life—as fucked up as this week had been, I wasn’t going to give them up. She could fight me all she wanted, but Regina was mine, and Decker’s. We had claimed her the day we found her at the park, while she had waited for Maya to go to the pool.
“Krew,” she uttered against my lips. “Please.”
I quickly pulled away, but kept an arm around her body. “I’m sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry. It’s just that… I can’t explain it.”
“I understand,” I lied, my heart aching for an explanation.
“No, you don’t. I don’t want to do anything down here.” Regina got off my lap and took my hand. “Come with me.”
She led me upstairs to her room and closed the door. When Regina turned around and faced me, her eyes trailed down my chest to the bulge at my crotch.
My dick was straining against the zipper, aching to be touched, stroked—anyway Regina wanted to handle me. I remained still and waited for her cue as she stood still and took in every inch of my body.
It was torture, but at the same moment, the anticipation only heightened my need to be with the girl I had fallen in love with back in school. I’d waited for so long to be with her, I wasn’t going to do anything to mess it up.
“You are so beautiful, Krew,” she confessed to me, and it felt like a stroke against my cock. I was so hard that it was nearing painful.
“You’re the one who’s beautiful,” I gruffly said, as I reached out and caressed a finger along her jawline. “I want to kiss you so bad.”
She smiled tentatively, before uttering, “Then kiss me.”
I didn’t hesitate, just scooped Regina up and kissed her. She wrapped her legs around my waist, as I took her mouth with a hot and hungry desperation. We were all mouth and dueling tongues before I gently laid her on the bed.
“I need to taste you,” I admitted, kissing down her jaw, along her neckline until I reached the apex of her full breasts. I tugged up her shirt, and without further prompting, Regina sat up and quickly removed her shirt, along with her black lacy bra.
I relished the sight of Regina laying on the bed, spread and exposed for me. Her breasts full—enough to fill my hands. Her dusky nipples were taut and begging for my mouth. I gently glided my hand between them before cupping her right breast and pinching her tight bud. She arched her back and moaned, “Krew—yes.”
Her reaction didn’t disappoint. I trailed my hand down her torso, enamored with her silky skin. I began pulling down the snug pants she had on. “Take them off.”
She lifted her hips up and ordered, “You do it.”
So, I did. Along with the underwear that matched her bra. And when she spread her legs open for me, her glistening cunt turned my want into a desperate needy monster. I quickly removed my jeans and tank to be skin to skin with her.
A gasp fell out of Regina’s mouth as she studied my body—my large cock that jutted skyward—which only reacted for her and Decker.
“Don’t be afraid,” I said as I climbed onto the bed.
“I’m not.” The trembling of her voice said otherwise.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Regi.” I hoped to ease the tension in her body, but she was lying there so still that I was afraid to move.
“I know. I trust you,” she conceded, biting her lower lip as her eyes remained on my cock.
“If all we end up doing is snuggling, I’m fine with that. Just tell me what you want,” I assured her, hiding the fear that she would turn me away again.
“Let’s take it slow… And see.” She finally met my eyes and a shadow of worry was still visible in them, even if her dark pupils were blown wide with lust.
“Slow,” I repeated and took her mouth again. Our kiss was languorous and gentle, until Regina tugged on the back of my neck and drew my body on top of hers.
That skin-to-skin connection had my heart hammering in my chest, and the way she ground against my hard shaft, I almost came right then.
I pulled slightly away and dipped my head down, taking a taut nipple into my mouth. Fair game and all. I sucked hard, then laved the sensitive bud while cupping her other breast and pinching the nipple.
Another moan left her parted lips, which gave me a hint of satisfaction.
But I needed more—more of what I’d tasted on Decker’s fingers when he had shoved his digits into Regina’s wet heat and then pushed those same fingers—coated in her juices, into my mouth.
