“I would say your body missed me, even if you didn’t. Shall I find out?”
“Please, Joel.” I knew what my body wanted; we both did. I didn’t want him to draw this out another minute longer than necessary. I’d tortured us both long enough. All I wanted in that moment was him. There was no question of what would happen next. I’d be exactly what Joel wanted me to be.
He spun me around. Facing him, he pushed down my skirt, and I stepped out of the binding clothing. Joel pulled me close, and my hands slipped beneath his shirt, finding purchase in the muscles that acted like steppingstones to the rest of his body. My bra came loose, and soon I was standing completely naked before him. He took a couple steps back until he was flush with the bed, where he sat down and positioned me between his legs so he could feast on my body. He kissed across my collarbone and around my breasts, and I thrust my chest out, signaling exactly where I wanted those kisses. I dug my fingers into his hair, and the dark strands darted up between my clenched fists as I pulled his head closer. He took a hint and his tongue peeked out to lick each of my nipples as his fingers found their way between my legs. There were no tentative touches. When it came to sliding between my legs, Joel went straight for gold. He struck my pleasure center, circling my clit with those large fingers of his.
“What do you want inside this cunt first? My fingers or my dick?” he asked as his fingers circled my opening.
I didn’t answer him. Instead, I took his hand in mine and showed him just where he could put those fingers. I helped him enter my body and trembled as I welcomed two of his fingers inside me. He rocked in and out of me with gusto, taking my nipple between his teeth, so every part of my body was efficiently tortured. Joel pulled me closer, and I stumbled and fell into his lap with knees pressed on either side of him on the bed.
“I’ve missed watching you come. How your eyes flutter as I bring you to release. Like a hummingbird’s wings. Things are going to be a little different tonight though, Blaire, because when I make you come over and over again, I’m going to force you to look in my eyes so you and your body both know I’m the one who makes you come like this. Nobody else. Do you understand, Blaire?”
“Yes. Please, Joel.”
“Is my pretty bird ready for the first one already? I should torture this little pussy like it’s been torturing me. Tell me, Blaire, how many times have I made you come since the day you kicked me out?”
“I don’t know. I can’t remember.”
“Too many to count?”
“Yes, Joel, yes. It was too many…every day, Joel. You made me come every day. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. You were a sickness I wanted to purge from my body.”
His fingers escaped me, and before I had a chance to protest the emptiness he left me with, he began circling my clit—faster, harder, as if he couldn’t control the pace his fingers set.
“If I’m a sickness you can purge, then baby, I’m doing something wrong.”
His fingers shoved inside me again, and my body melded around the intrusion. It was the tight fit of now three fingers that sent my body into a whirlwind of bliss. My breath caught in my throat and my head became fuzzy with the lack of oxygen, but that didn’t stop me from moaning my pleasure.
My nipple fell from his mouth and he looked me in the eyes as he spoke, “That’s it, Blaire. Remember, eyes open, pretty bird. I want to see those pretty browns while I feel you dripping down my knuckles. Now let me feel you, Blaire.” And then he leaned forward to whisper in my ear, the softest of words, “Come for me.”
Every pump of his fingers worked those words through my body, syphoning the orgasm through my limbs and barreling down between my legs. It felt like I was having an out-of-body experience as my body completely took over, working to fulfill Joel’s command. My back arched and my fingers clutched Joel’s shoulders as the orgasm thundered through me. While my body felt like I was floating away, drifting higher, it was Joel’s eyes that kept me stationary, glued to this moment where there was nothing else but us.
A guttural moan ripped from my throat, and Joel was there, leaning up to kiss along the column of my neck. I couldn’t hear his moans above my own, but I felt them vibrating into my skin, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. Every kiss was a soft peck from full lips, reverential kisses that transcended what we were to each other. These weren’t kisses that you gave someone you lusted after. These were slow kisses after a long day’s work where it’s just the two of you doing dishes side-by-side after a quiet dinner alone. These were kisses of love.
“You have the softest, most delectable skin. Let me worship you.”
Who was I to argue? I arched my neck, allowing Joel to continue revering my body in any and every way he deemed appropriate. He rolled us over so I was laid out beneath him and he kissed me everywhere, pushing my arms out so he could kiss along my ribcage, rolling me over so he could plant his lips on the cheek of my butt, spreading my legs so he could kiss inside my thighs. My fingers roamed his body, outlining the ridges of muscles that read like braille in the dark. I touched him, committing every inch of skin to memory. I wanted to shower Joel with the same amount of adoration. I wanted to rain kisses across his skin that made his need for me palpable.
Between every kiss, a breath of air misted across my skin, sending sparks to my central nervous system. There was this undercurrent of electricity strumming through my body; an awareness of heat I’d never experienced before. I could lie in his bed and let him kiss me until I’m blissed out of my mind.
“If this is the last night I may ever have with you, I promise you, you won’t be getting any sleep.”
“Kiss me.”
He moved up from between my legs, taking my head in his hands. His lips danced above mine—a temptation that hovered so close, I swallowed back the urge to completely lose all sense of rationale and ravage him. He must have sensed how close I was to breaking because he didn’t rush anything. In fact, he moved at a glacial pace. I could clean my stove in the time it had taken his lips to close over mine. I stared into his eyes, pleading for him to take me—it didn’t matter how long, or how hard, or how fast, all I wanted was to be completely owned by Joel. If only for one night. If this was it, I wanted something to trump the first night that I could barely remember.
“Fuck, you’re going to make this hard for me.”
I couldn’t hold out any longer, I wrapped my legs around his waist—wishing he were as naked as I was—and leaned forward, brushing my lips against his. I opened my mouth to take in his bottom lip, and his hands gripped the back of my head as he kissed me with every fiber of his being. His tongue dived into the depths of my mouth and circled my tongue, creating a torrent of desire to wash over me. Our tongues twined together, and I was lost in the sensation of his mouth, the feel of his hands, the lack of space that existed between us. I pulled his shirt up and we parted just enough for his shirt to eclipse his head. Joel lifted his hips and his hands disappeared just before I heard the whoosh of his zipper being pulled down and heard his pants being thrown to the floor.
His body pressed back down into mine, the stiff erection that had been prodding my back since the moment he approached me at the window now felt heavy against my stomach, waiting for entry into my swollen folds already slick with arousal.
Joel took his length in hand and positioned himself between my legs.
“You know what I thought about when I was making that video for you,” he asked as he stroked his length. My eyes followed along, swinging up and down his shaft like a pogo stick, while hanging onto his every word. “I thought of that tight pussy of yours bouncing on my cock and those perfect tits of yours slapping my face as I sucked on your nipples and played with your clit. It’s an image I can’t seem to get out of my head.”