I licked a line over the jam I’d drawn on his length. His dick jumped and he hissed.
I gripped him with my fist, giving him a stroke as I licked one ball and then the other.
He groaned and he adjusted his hips to give me better access. I pushed his thighs wider as I moved closer to him and brought his dick to my mouth.
“Yes, baby, yes, suck me.”
I pressed my lips over his tip, and licked my tongue along the velvety smoothness.
He let out a long sigh. “More.”
I inhaled the scent of him, a mixture of soap and something uniquely Devin. It was exactly the same as it had been five years ago. That hadn’t changed. Nor had the taste of him. Or my need for him.
I drew him into my mouth slowly, flicking my tongue over him as he slipped through my lips. I cupped and massaged his balls as I began to work him as he’d taught me five years ago, sliding my lips up and down, slow at first, and faster as his breath quickened and his hips rocked.
Soon he was panting. “I’m gonna come…Show me your tits.”
I withdrew him from my mouth and jacked him off, as I held up one breast for him. He tweaked the nipple.
“I want to come on them…fuck…I’m there.” His dick jerked in my hand and milky hot liquid sprayed out over my breast. He groaned as I continued to stroke his cock and his cum cover my chest.
He sagged back in his chair, dropping his head back. I leaned forward and licked the tip of his dick before pulling it back into my mouth and cleaning him off.
His fingers found my hair again. “I love your mouth.”
I smiled up at him. I’d never felt so sexy and feminine except around him. “You made a mess.”
He grinned. “It’s your fault.” In a quick move, he stood, pulling me up with him and pushing me back until I was sitting on the edge of the table. “My turn.”
8 Devin
Did I want Serena out at the beach house for a chance to fuck her? Sure. But to be honest, I thought the best I might get was her warming up to me. Maybe a kiss. So, I was feeling really good about this turn of events. Already I’d had two mind-blowing orgasms, and now I was going to get lost in her luscious body. If I was lucky, by the time she was ready, I’d be hard again and I could feel her tight pussy hugging my cock again. Thank God I brought a few condoms into the kitchen with me after our romp on the couch.
She sat on the edge of the table, and I pushed her thighs open so I could step between them as I cradled her face and kissed her. So far, I had her for one day, but if I played my cards right, I planned to parlay that into more days.
As I kissed her, I cupped her breasts. My sticky cum coated them, sending a new wave of blood to my dick at the eroticism of that. I dipped my head, using my tongue to clean her tits, sucking her nipples as I did. I loved the little gasps and sighs that escaped her mouth as I played with her tits. The first time we’d been together, she’d been a virgin, but she hadn’t been hesitant. She’d been open and responsive. I’d never been with a woman like that. Sure, some women were eager and assertive in bed, but with Serena, it always felt like she was surrendering her pleasure to me. She gave herself over to my touch and let me know exactly what it did to her.
I’d been a little concerned this time, since she was so guarded around me, that it would be different. That even in sex, a part of her would be withheld from me. But that wasn’t the case. From that first kiss, I felt her body go completely pliant against mine. It was like she was melting into me. It was fucking fantastic.
As I focused on her nipples, her hand went to my dick, gently stroking him back to life. Not that he needed that. Simply being next to her. Touching her. That’s all my dick needed to fill with liquid heat.
For a moment, I wondered how many other men since me had a chance to suck her tits and fuck her sweet pussy. I growled at the thought of it. Mine. Of course, she wasn’t mine. She hadn’t been mine since the day she decided not to run off with me. But that didn’t mean that deep in my soul, part of me still felt connected to her. That part of me was hers, and she was still mine.
I pushed that away knowing it was too soon to be thinking like that. First, she was right in that we were different and perhaps this little tryst would end with us realizing that what we had five years ago was great, but that we couldn’t recapture it.
Good luck with that, I thought. I knew already that even while she might leave today thinking this was a one-off, I’d want more. I’d always wanted more. The fact that during our time apart, there were times I was with another woman, but imagining Serena at the moment of orgasm told me she’d always been there with me, even when I thought I’d put her behind me.
I pushed her back until she lay on the table. “I’m still hungry.” I reached over for the jam, taking a large glop in my fingers and running it over her belly and lower to that sexy nest of curls.
“Oh!” she gasped.
“You’re already sweet down there,” I said as I lapped up the jam from her belly, dragging my tongue down. I’d feasted on her earlier, but I could never get enough of her sweet pussy.
I flicked my
