I was self conscious but only for a moment. I followed his instructions and moved my arms away so he could look at my breasts. The light bulge of my belly and curves of my thighs. From the glow of excitement in his eyes, I could see that he liked what he saw. He looked like a hungry wolf salivating at the sight of a juicy lamb.
Once again, he was able to make me feel like I was the most beautiful girl in the city. Like he wouldn’t look at anybody else that way.
But I was sure he had.
He had four years to look at as many girls as he wanted. He could have any girl and I was sure he took plenty.
I watched as he took off his shirt and then his pants.
It had been a dark room in Mia’s house where we had sex for the first time. I hadn’t seen much of Brendan naked that night. It all happened so quickly and he was gone pretty soon.
But now he stood, naked and in all his glory. He had a big muscular body, intimidating and exciting at the same time. It was no surprise that he was able to knock those guys out like flies that night at the bar.
His cock was thick and rock-hard. He reached for it, stroking it with one hand while he looked at me. My pussy was wet for him. My clit throbbed with desire. I wanted him to touch me. Remind me exactly how good he made me feel.
“Get on your hands and knees, Rosalie.” He issued his second command.
Once again, I followed it blindly. I got on my hands and knees, completely naked, my breasts swinging lightly under me. He walked around, still stroking his cock, still examining me closely.
Then he got down on his knees behind me and grabbed my ass with both hands. I felt him squeeze, then slap my left butt hard. The whack of his hand on my body felt good. My pussy throbbed some more.
“You are the most beautiful fuckin’ thing I have ever seen. I knew it, from the moment I saw you at the bar, that I had seen you before. I’d never be able to forget you, Rosalie,” he said before he lowered himself further.
His mouth found my wet pussy from behind. His fingers found my clit. I gasped with pleasure when his tongue dove into me, smacking and slurping my juices hungrily.
He was going to make me come any moment now.
I came with Brendan’s mouth stuck to my pussy. He had his hands on my ass, holding me in position while his tongue lapped me up. I had no control over myself anymore. I just gave up and came. I shuddered with pleasure and my toes curled as I stayed on my hands and knees, shaking and coming, calling out his name.
Brendan moved away from me when I was done. I looked over my shoulder and saw him wipe his mouth with the back of his hand. He smiled at me and I tried to smile back.
But I felt powerless. Like I couldn’t move a muscle without shattering into a million pieces. It was kinda scary seeing the power he still had over me.
He stroked his cock again. I stared at him hungrily. Coming once with his tongue halfway inside me—wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I wanted to come again. And it seemed like he had managed to read my mind.
He grunted and grabbed my hips, yanking me backwards to him. My knees scraped on the rough carpet, but I didn’t care.
Brendan pushed himself inside me from behind and I twisted to look at him. He drilled his cock into me like a machine, banging off my ass as he plowed.
I could feel him deep inside. His thick cock throbbed, filling me up.
I knew every inch of him. I remembered everything, and it felt even better this time.
I wasn’t as shy or naive as I was four years ago. I knew what I wanted and I wasn’t afraid of enjoying myself. Letting him see how much I enjoyed myself.
I didn’t care about the next day and just wanted to own tonight.
We moved together. Him inside me. Big and strong. Me almost falling over from the pressure of his cock.
I slowly straightened up and he pulled me to him. My back was pinned to his chest while his cock still drove deep inside me. His hands came around to my breasts—he squeezed and caressed them. Tightly and gently. He played deliciously with my erect nipples while he continued to thrust.
So big. So strong. So fulfilling.
“Come for me again, baby,” he groaned in my ear.
I followed his command too. I moaned and purred then let myself go. He held me tight against him as I came.
Brendan grunted again before he exploded inside me. It felt so good to feel him shoot into me again. Just like he had done that first night. He filled me with his seed, the same way he did four years ago. We kept moving, slower now, rocking against each other.
He was still inside me and I didn’t want him to leave.
I didn’t want to admit how crazy that sounded—but I wanted him to stay inside me forever. Because at that moment I felt safe and content. Happy and exhausted.
He kissed the top of my head before he pulled himself out, but instead of moving away, he pulled me into his arms and we rolled onto the floor together.
I wasn’t sure how it happened but at some point, soon after we had sex, Brendan carried me to my bedroom and we sank into bed together.
Even in my wildest dreams—when I had allowed myself to imagine a night like this. When Brendan and I would ravage each other’s bodies—I had never pictured us lying in bed together.
He threw an arm around me and drew me close
