“Yes,” I say, laughing with pleasure.
He kisses between my shoulder blades. “You want more?”
“Yes.”
“You want me to fill that pussy full of cum?”
Christ.
“Yes!”
Robbie lowers down, pinning me to the bed. He continues grinding his hips, but he slows it down. He takes me with long, slow thrusts as his warm breath grazes the back of my neck. I feel everything, every inch and tease. The slow movement makes every sensitive nerve sing like a canary. He kisses my neck. He grabs my arm, my breast, anything he can touch. His groans of pleasure become moans and the only thing I can do is bite down on the pillow and scream.
“Melanie.”
His voice is heavy, so full of warmth and desire. I prime myself for what he’ll say; for what filthy line he’s saved for exactly this moment.
But he says nothing. He kisses the back of my shoulder and holds me as our bodies blend in the most perfect way.
I climax again, my entire body shaking beneath him. Robbie lets out a grunt and thrusts hard and deep. I feel his cock swell and release, filling me with enough cum that it spills out onto my inner thighs.
We lie still, our bodies still locked together as we breathe each other’s air. After a few moments, Robbie props himself up onto his arms and I spin around onto my back beneath him. His spent cock hangs between us, dripping a filthy mixture of both of us onto my belly.
I touch his chest, dragging my fingers down his heaving abs. I let my touch linger on his left ribs, dancing along a multi-colored tattoo that wasn’t there last time.
“Goddamn,” I say.
“Goddamn,” he repeats with a weak nod.
“That was…”
“Nice.”
“Nice?”
“Really nice.”
“That’s all I get?” I ask. “Nice?”
“Well, since we can’t agree, we’re going to have to do it again.”
My lips curl. “Oh, I see what you’re doing.”
Robbie lowers down, his kiss finally finding my mouth. I cup his face, feeling the sweat drip down his forehead as I pull him closer. His flaccid cock rests between us, but if I remember Robbie, it’ll be up and ready to go again any second now.
“But seriously,” he says, kissing my chin. “It was everything I wanted.” He looks at me, those deep eyes locking on mine. “You’re always everything I want.”
“Smooth,” I tease.
“Hey, it’s true.”
“I haven’t even blown you yet.”
“Still true.”
Robbie rolls over onto his back next to me, instantly raising his arm to draw me in. I slide into place, resting my head on his chest as he wraps his arms around me.
I eye his cock. Still flaccid. “We going again, or what?” I ask, poking it.
He sighs. “He’s probably just scared of you.”
“Scared?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“To be fair, the last few times you’ve touched him ended with us having a screaming fight, so…” He laughs. “Can you blame him?”
I exhale. “No, I guess not.”
“But…” He kisses my forehead. “I’m sure if you gave him… some reason to rise to the occasion—”
I sit up, slapping his chest as I mount him. “Okay, okay. You’ve been more than generous to me, after all.”
“Wait…” Robbie stops my hand as he lies back.
“What?” I ask.
He looks down, admiring my naked body on top of him. “Just want to enjoy this view first,” he says. “It doesn’t happen every day.”
I place my palms on his chest to hold me up, and his gaze rises to my tits. “I figured you’d be balls deep in some bimbo a few times a week.”
“Nah,” he says. “No time. No interest, either.”
“Really?”
He shakes his head once. “What about you?” he asks. “Has anyone been balls deep in you since me?”
“No,” I answer. “Not physically, anyway.”
He raises an inquisitive brow.
I hesitate. “I have this… fan.”
“A fan?” he repeats.
“A secret admirer. He’s been sending me roses. We talk… sometimes. More like text, but…” I shrug. “I don’t know. Sounds dumber the more I say it out loud.”
“Have you met him in person?” he asks.
“No.”
He smirks. “Then, how do you know it’s a guy?”
“It’s a guy.”
“But how do you know?”
“I know.”
“But how?”
I scoff. “He has a man’s way with words.”
He nods with curiosity in his eyes. “Why are you here?”
“What do you mean?”
“If this secret admirer is so special, then why are you here with me?” he asks.
I bite my cheek. “Isn’t it obvious?”
“It is,” he says, his hands gliding up my sides. “But I want you to say it.”
Shivers dance up my spine as he sits up and holds me close. “Because I wanted to be with you instead,” I say.
Robbie kisses my collarbone. “Because you like the way I make you feel,” he whispers against my skin.
“I like what you do to me,” I say, chuckling. “We’ll see how I feel about it in the morning.”
His tongue travels up my neck, and I shudder. “Story of my life,” he says, amused.
I smile, my lips finding his cheek. “Positive marks so far.”
His eyes shine in the dark as he tilts his head. “Yeah?”
I turn away, playfully putting pressure on him to lie down. He obeys, slowly moving as I lean over him. “Yeah,” I say. I press my breasts against his chest and his hands crawl down my back to cup my ass. “So, you better lie back before I change my mind…”
He chuckles. “Yes, ma’am.”
I linger over his lips, a few seconds of harmless teasing before kissing him. He kisses me back, his breath full of passion and need for me. For us. For a relationship that never should have come back, and yet...
I shift my kiss to his neck. His fingers curl in my hair, just barely tugging at the roots as I drift lower. His collarbone. His pecs. The taste of his sweet sweat on tight skin. His breath quickens. I already feel his erection pressing against me, ready for round two or possibly three, but I’ve hungered for him in my mouth since the first moment I felt him inside of me tonight.
I lick his abs. He flexes,
