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“I should spank you.”
An evil smile spreads across her face. “I’d like that.”
“Jesus.” I close my eyes and count to ten.
“You’re hard,” she whispers and wiggles her ass against my erection.
“Yes,” I choke. I gather up the tattered ends of my control and open my eyes. “Good job at distracting me. Do you want to know the rest of the details, or should I just give up and fuck you?”
She pouts a little. “I can’t have a little fun?”
I surge to my feet. “Okay, fucking it is.”
“No. No, I’m kidding,” she squeals softly, a giggle in her throat.
I sit back down, my cock aching but my heart happy at seeing a smile on her face. It’s almost like the last ten years never passed and we’re sitting in a borrowed pickup in the middle of a copse of trees arguing about whether it would be more comfortable inside the cab or in the bed of the truck. We almost always made love inside the cab. The corrugated steel truck bedswere uncomfortable as hell. “Fine, but after I’m done, you’re on your knees and sucking me off in penance.”
“How is that penance?” She licks her lips. “That’s exactly what I’ve been thinking about doing.”
She’s a menace. But I can match her. I slip my hand up the bottom of her nightshirt and right past the elastic of her panties. She’s wet, like she’s been thinking of that spanking and licking and fucking for the past few hours. “This is what I’ve been thinking about doing.” My long fingers dive right inside of her in one hard thrust. She cries out and spasms.
“God, West.”
“Oh, I know, sweetness. It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?”
Chapter Fifteen
VASEY
“Too long.” I moan, gripping the front of his shirt. West works his fingers in and out of me. My mind flashes back to when we were teenagers. He wanted our first time together to not be painful, so he’d broken my hymen with his fingers while his mouth devoured me. I’d barely felt the pain. But that was the thing about West; he could always take it away and fill it with something else. Something that was so much more.
West pulls his hand out, making me gasp. “Hey.” I watch as he brings his fingers to his mouth, taking his time to suck my pleasure away from each one of them. He closes his eyes, savoring it. A long groan comes from him.
“Fuck, I’ve missed your taste, sweetness.” His eyes open. “Missed this.” West claims my mouth in another kiss, letting me get a taste too. I get lost in him, the way I always have.
“Naked,” I say between kissing, wanting there to no longer be anything between us. Yearning for us to be skin to skin again after all of these years going without each other. We pull and yank at each other's clothes, desperate for one another. “Inside me,” I tell him when I’m finally naked. West lifts me, tossingme to the center of the bed. I barely hit the mattress, and he’s coming down on top of me.
“I give the orders in bed.”
“Please.” I reach down between us, wrapping my hand around his cock.
“This first time will be quick.” I smile inwardly, loving the fact that my touch still has the same effect on him after all these years.
“Yes,” I agree. “Take the edge off.” All I want is to feel connected to him. My whole body aches with the need. West takes over, guiding his cock to my entrance. Our eyes stayed locked as he thrusts fully inside of me to the hilt. My body accepts every inch of him.
“Vasey,” he groans. I grab his shoulders. I’m so full of him it almost burns, but in the sweetest of ways.
I lick my lips and say, "Go on, West. You’re not going to break me.”
“Never.” He pulls out, thrusting back in, his mouth coming down onto mine.
I wrap my legs around him, raising my hips to meet each of his thrusts as he pounds into me. I can see the need and desperation in his eyes. It’s in every slide of his cock in and out of me as he tries to get as deep inside me as he can, digging his knees into the mattress. I match his rhythm, knowing tomorrow every inch of my body will feel him.
One of the things I always loved about West was his need for me. That he could never get enough. A few of the girls told me to be careful. That it could be a dangerous game to play with a man, but the only danger I’ve ever had when it comes to West is my heart.
He shifts his hips, making sure to hit that sensitive spot inside me. His pelvic bone is rubbing against my clit. It’s too much and not enough at the same time. West always knew howto get me there. We’d lie in the back of the truck, and he’d explore every inch of me, trying to find out what I enjoyed most. It’s obvious by the way he’s working me over that he hasn’t forgotten a thing.
“I’m with you,” I say before he can ask. His eyes flare at my words. After all of these years, we're still so connected. We can read each other. I’m hovering on the edge of an orgasm. West grips my hips, pinning me firmly down to stroke hard and deep.