He backs away, hovering over me once again, his hands trailing down my torso, down to my shorts. He pulls my shorts and panties off of me in one swift motion. Here I am, lying wholly exposed and vulnerable for him.
I begin to become slightly self-conscious. I'm quickly aware that my body isn't perfect. Don't get me wrong, I work hard to take care of myself. I'm nowhere near being considered 'small,' but I've worked to perfect my curves the best I can. Typically, I'm proud of the reflection in the mirror when I'm naked. However, having the only man who's ever seen me fully exposed like this in front of me again, eyes feral, glaring at me like a predator does his prey, I can't help but be slightly aware of my flaws.
As if Ander can hear my thoughts, he drowns all my self-doubts with a simple, breathy "fucking perfect" as he continues to look me over and soaks me in. Taking his time. "I mean absolutely fucking perfect," he rasps out as his tongue swipes out across his top lip.
I feel like I am going to combust from waiting. I'm anxious to have him inside of me.
"I'm rusty! I mean. . . It's been a while." He pulls back and lets out a deep laugh. A laugh that makes the tiny hairs on my arm stand up in excitement. The sound of that laugh makes me wetter than I already was, and I'm growing impatient to have him slide his length inside of my needy, throbbing hole.
He stands up, he fucking stands up, and I can't keep my eyes off of him. Even fully clothed, he's mouth-watering to look at. He wastes no time getting undressed, leaving on his boxers. Even through his somewhat loose boxers, I can see the outline of his shaft.
I am imagining him inside of me again after all these years between us.
In no time, he's back, kneeling beside the sofa where I lay. His body is on the side of my head. I look at him, seeing his eyes scan down at my body as his hand traces down slowly, gently, and authoritatively. His other hand is on one of my breasts, massaging it and pinching my nipple in between his fingersfirmly. Once his hand reaches in between my legs, he lets out a grunt.
"Mmm, baby. You couldn't be more perfect."
His fingers run back and forth along the edges of my slit. He doesn't move quickly, and it is killing me.
I've avoided this man for years, and now I want nothing but to have him fuck me until I can't see straight. I don't make sense, but finally, giving into what my heart and body both crave feels too right to worry about what makes sense or not.
I've spent so long doing what I thought was right—trying to keep him safe. While, in reality, he never needed my protection. He needed my love. He needed me just as badly as I needed him. We both only needed each other. It's time to let ourselves have that. I'm ready.
His hand pats firmly between my legs, smacking right over my clit and arousing me even more than I thought possible. I turn, and as I do, I moan directly into his ear. Leaning my head slightly forward, I nibble at his neck, letting my tongue trace lazy circles.
Ander let out a deep grunt. I can tell his restraint is fading, and he's dying to let loose. I love it. So, of course, I feed into it. I take my hand, rubbing it along his length, drawing out a moan from him that tells me he wants this just as badly as I do.
His hands move to my thighs and separate my legs until they're parted wide for him. Looking me over intently, his fingers trail their way to my entrance.
Ander growls into my neck as he begins to pump two fingers, slowly yet firmly, in and out of me. He comes to a stop, but his fingers are still inside of me. His eyes move to mine simultaneously as my eyes search for his. I'm panting, and my chest is heaving at his touch. His fingers inside of me begin to make small, circular movements, rubbing against my walls.
He's teasing me, and he's enjoying it. Yet I can tell he's coming apart at the same time. It's written clearly in his eyes.
He leans in and kisses me softly on the lips. He pumps his fingers inside of me one hard time, hitting my sensitive spot at the same time that his thumb rubs firmly over my clit. I hold myself back, but I'm not blind to the fact that I've never been so close to climaxing this fast. Only Ander could know how to have this effect on me.
"Fuck, V. You're so wet for me." He huffs. He takes a few breaths before continuing. "I need you to promise me you aren't going anywhere this time. Promise me this pussy will always be mine. I want you. All of you. No more hiding from me, no more pushing me away. Be mine, V. All mine."
"Ander—" I attempt to say his name, but it comes out as more of a moan because, at the same time, he starts pumping his fingers again, making damn sure to hit my sensitive spot. My legs begin to shake, and I'm on the edge of an orgasm, hoping that he doesn't stop now to spite me.
He doesn't. He adds another finger inside of me, stretching me out as he pumps faster and harder.
"Ahhh. Oh god. That feels so. . . Good"
"It will feel even better when it's my cock pounding inside your tight pussy. I can't wait to feel you wrapped around me."
"Ander—"
"Mmm, I love hearing you moan my name. So much that I'm about to have you screaming it, baby."
He leans in and kisses my neck, whispering, "Come for me. Come for me, baby, and say you'll be mine."
My body is trembling as I boil over, letting out a scream of pleasure.
Barely able to speak, I nod against his forehead, which is pressed against mine.
"I've always been yours. I'llnever stopbeing yours. I am for you just as you are for me." With that, I finish coming apart on his hand.
He breathes raspily against me, grunting seductively, "Never stop, babe.Never stop."
