He groaned, and reached his hands down to my ass and lifted me up so that my legs were wrapped around him. Next minute we were up against the wall, lips smashed together and his hands were under my top searching for my breasts.
“Baby, you feel so good,” he murmured as he rolled my nipple between his fingers.
“Fuck, J,” I moaned, and then kissed him before pulling back away, “Why did we wait so long?” It wasn’t really a question that required answering; more a statement of how much I wanted this right now.
“I don’t fucking know, but don’t think that you can stop me now, cause nothing will fucking stop me now. I’m yours and you’re mine, always have been,” he was staring intently into my eyes while he said all of this.
I nodded and smiled, “Yes,” I said simply, and then a little more aggressively, “Now, fuck me.”
He grinned, and then his lips were back on mine; hard, insistent. Gripping my ass he turned and walked us to the bed, laying me down while he stood and watched me from hooded eyes.
“Take your clothes off, baby,” he commanded and I didn’t hesitate to obey.
I shimmied out of my jeans and then lifted my top off and threw it on the floor, closely followed by my bra. Fuck, watching J watch me was getting me wetter than I already was and I decided to play with him a little. I ran my hands over my tits, pinching my nipples, and then reached one hand down into my knickers and rubbed my clit. My eyes did not leave J, but his eyes roamed my body, first watching me touch my tits and then following my hand into my knickers. He loved to watch, and I loved to be watched; I had forgotten how in sync we were.
“Taste yourself,” he said as he reached down and unbuttoned his jeans.
I watched as he pulled his cock free and stroked it; his eyes remained on my pussy, eager for a show, so I dipped my finger into my wetness and then lifted it to my lips, sucking and licking. He stroked harder and a little faster, which only turned me on more. I moved to a kneeling position in front of him on the bed and pushed his jeans down; I wanted all barriers to J removed. He stepped out of them and then pulled his shirt off. J liked to go commando so he now stood naked in front of me and it was a fucking sight to behold.
I traced the tattoo on his chest, remembering the day he had it done. It was my name tattooed in an anchor and I was surprised and thrilled that he still had it; I would have expected him to tattoo over it after we broke up. His hand cupped my chin and he tilted my face up to look at him while his other hand wrapped around my hand that had been exploring his chest.
“Baby, it’s always been you. Always. Tell me you believe that,” he said, his voice husky.
“Yes, I believe it, J,” I breathed out, full of love and desire. I reached my other hand up to his face and pulled him to me, kissing him deep and hard, before admitting, “And it’s always been you. I thought this was done, but it’s not, and I don’t ever want it to be.” I laid my heart bare before him and prayed he wouldn’t fuck with it again; that he would treasure it and help me to finally put it back together.
“It won’t ever be done. You and me, that’s forever, and this time... this time I will do right by you. I thought I had always put you first, but today, seeing you there, fucking tied up... fuck baby, today I realised that I would do anything for you. I won’t make the mistakes I’ve made in the past.”
And just like that, he had me. I was back where I should be; I was his. He had my heart again and now it was time to give him my body. I touched his tattoo again, briefly, and then trailed my hand slowly down to his cock. He sucked in a breath as I took hold and moved my hand up and down the length of him; slow at first and then faster.
J suddenly gripped my hand and stopped me, a feral look on his face. “Feels so fucking good, but it’s been too long without you, baby. I want this to last longer than a minute,” he grunted.
My body was flooded with warmth at his words and a tingle spread out from my heart. I was impatient to have him but his words hit my sweet spot, and I decided to let him set the pace so I pulled away and laid back on the bed. Touching my pussy through my knickers I enticed him, “It’s all yours J, you’ve just got to come and get it.”
J wasted no time; he leant over me and ripped my knickers off. He spread my legs and dipped his head between them. When his tongue hit my clit I had to grip the bed to steady myself because he was setting off a firework of sensations within me. He growled with pleasure and the vibrations raced through me, sending a desperate need for more, and I struggled to hold back, to let him continue this slow, maddening tease.
He continued to explore me with his tongue while his hands held my ass and positioned my legs over his shoulders. I tangled my hands in his hair and as I felt the pressure build I ground my pussy into his face. Fuck, I loved his mouth on me. When he pushed a finger inside I gripped his hair hard; I was almost there. One finger became two and he pushed and swirled inside me until the pressure grew and I came in a glorious moment of ecstasy.
J lifted his head and untangled my legs from his shoulders. He moved up the bed until his face was over mine and he kissed me, the taste of my pussy in his mouth. I loved it when he tasted of me and it sent me a little wild; I kissed him harder and moaned deep in my throat.
He kissed me back just as hard and then pulled away, chuckling, “You still like to taste your own pussy, babe?”
“Baby, you feel so good,” he murmured as he rolled my nipple between his fingers.
“Fuck, J,” I moaned, and then kissed him before pulling back away, “Why did we wait so long?” It wasn’t really a question that required answering; more a statement of how much I wanted this right now.
“I don’t fucking know, but don’t think that you can stop me now, cause nothing will fucking stop me now. I’m yours and you’re mine, always have been,” he was staring intently into my eyes while he said all of this.
I nodded and smiled, “Yes,” I said simply, and then a little more aggressively, “Now, fuck me.”
He grinned, and then his lips were back on mine; hard, insistent. Gripping my ass he turned and walked us to the bed, laying me down while he stood and watched me from hooded eyes.
“Take your clothes off, baby,” he commanded and I didn’t hesitate to obey.
I shimmied out of my jeans and then lifted my top off and threw it on the floor, closely followed by my bra. Fuck, watching J watch me was getting me wetter than I already was and I decided to play with him a little. I ran my hands over my tits, pinching my nipples, and then reached one hand down into my knickers and rubbed my clit. My eyes did not leave J, but his eyes roamed my body, first watching me touch my tits and then following my hand into my knickers. He loved to watch, and I loved to be watched; I had forgotten how in sync we were.
“Taste yourself,” he said as he reached down and unbuttoned his jeans.
I watched as he pulled his cock free and stroked it; his eyes remained on my pussy, eager for a show, so I dipped my finger into my wetness and then lifted it to my lips, sucking and licking. He stroked harder and a little faster, which only turned me on more. I moved to a kneeling position in front of him on the bed and pushed his jeans down; I wanted all barriers to J removed. He stepped out of them and then pulled his shirt off. J liked to go commando so he now stood naked in front of me and it was a fucking sight to behold.
I traced the tattoo on his chest, remembering the day he had it done. It was my name tattooed in an anchor and I was surprised and thrilled that he still had it; I would have expected him to tattoo over it after we broke up. His hand cupped my chin and he tilted my face up to look at him while his other hand wrapped around my hand that had been exploring his chest.
“Baby, it’s always been you. Always. Tell me you believe that,” he said, his voice husky.
“Yes, I believe it, J,” I breathed out, full of love and desire. I reached my other hand up to his face and pulled him to me, kissing him deep and hard, before admitting, “And it’s always been you. I thought this was done, but it’s not, and I don’t ever want it to be.” I laid my heart bare before him and prayed he wouldn’t fuck with it again; that he would treasure it and help me to finally put it back together.
“It won’t ever be done. You and me, that’s forever, and this time... this time I will do right by you. I thought I had always put you first, but today, seeing you there, fucking tied up... fuck baby, today I realised that I would do anything for you. I won’t make the mistakes I’ve made in the past.”
And just like that, he had me. I was back where I should be; I was his. He had my heart again and now it was time to give him my body. I touched his tattoo again, briefly, and then trailed my hand slowly down to his cock. He sucked in a breath as I took hold and moved my hand up and down the length of him; slow at first and then faster.
J suddenly gripped my hand and stopped me, a feral look on his face. “Feels so fucking good, but it’s been too long without you, baby. I want this to last longer than a minute,” he grunted.
My body was flooded with warmth at his words and a tingle spread out from my heart. I was impatient to have him but his words hit my sweet spot, and I decided to let him set the pace so I pulled away and laid back on the bed. Touching my pussy through my knickers I enticed him, “It’s all yours J, you’ve just got to come and get it.”
J wasted no time; he leant over me and ripped my knickers off. He spread my legs and dipped his head between them. When his tongue hit my clit I had to grip the bed to steady myself because he was setting off a firework of sensations within me. He growled with pleasure and the vibrations raced through me, sending a desperate need for more, and I struggled to hold back, to let him continue this slow, maddening tease.
He continued to explore me with his tongue while his hands held my ass and positioned my legs over his shoulders. I tangled my hands in his hair and as I felt the pressure build I ground my pussy into his face. Fuck, I loved his mouth on me. When he pushed a finger inside I gripped his hair hard; I was almost there. One finger became two and he pushed and swirled inside me until the pressure grew and I came in a glorious moment of ecstasy.
J lifted his head and untangled my legs from his shoulders. He moved up the bed until his face was over mine and he kissed me, the taste of my pussy in his mouth. I loved it when he tasted of me and it sent me a little wild; I kissed him harder and moaned deep in my throat.
He kissed me back just as hard and then pulled away, chuckling, “You still like to taste your own pussy, babe?”
