Reunited(14)

“Ah, God. So wet, Kath. So wet for me.”

“For you,” she echoed.

He lowered his head and took a hard nipple between his lips. “So sweet,” he murmured.

First, he licked and teased. Her nipple hardened until she thought it would burst open. Finally, when she couldn’t take it any longer, he closed his lips and sucked on the tight bud.

She squeezed his hardness again and his groan rumbled against the flesh of her breast. God, she wanted him. Wanted him to stuff that hard cock into her and f*ck her hard and fast. Then she wanted to lie in his arms, kiss him and caress him, make slow, sweet passionate love all night long.

Was this going too fast? Hell, she didn’t care. If she had only this, only this one night with him, it would be enough. Two nights with Brett Falcone could get her through the rest of her life.

“I want you,” he rasped against her nipple.

“I want you, too.”

“Unzip my pants.”

She didn’t need further urging. She drew down the zipper slowly, listening to each click of the teeth as they brought her closer and closer to her heart’s desire. Oh, he was hard. And turned on. A drop of fluid had dampened his boxers. She reached under his waistband and pulled out his thick cock. And suddenly, she couldn’t wait any longer. She slid out of her sandals, pushed her jeans and panties to the floor, and stepped out of them.

“Condom?” she said.

“Vasectomy.”

“Thank God. Take me now, Brett. Don’t you dare wait one minute longer.”

He wrapped his arms around her, lifted her, and set her down on his hard thick cock.

Oh, the sweet joining of bodies, of hearts. He slid into her so easily, so smoothly, as though he were made for her.

And he had been. She was sure of it. More sure than anything in the world.

She sighed at that first beautiful fullness, that first smooth thrust that reunited their bodies.

“Brett.” Her voice had deepened an octave, as though his name had come from the deepest center of her.

Her soul.

He lifted her again and brought her back down onto his erection. “God, Kath. It’s never been like this with anyone else. Ever.”

“For me either.”

She slammed her lips into his and kissed him. Kissed him with all she had, with all the pent up frustration of being without him for all those years, with all the love she’d always felt for him, and still felt even more acutely now.

Their mouths melded together in a clashing symphony of teeth and lips. No melody, just discordant threads of a chorus too long ignored. Too long silent.

No, the melody would come later. This was f*cking. Joining. Hard, fast cementing that they both needed. Later they’d make love.

At least she hoped they would.

She clamped her legs tighter around his waist as he continued to plunge into her. Harder, faster, the room started spinning.

“Brett!” The scream came from her throat, yet whirled as though it came from above.

She climaxed with the full force of her desires.

“I feel you coming, Kath. God, I feel you coming.” He forced her down onto his hardness with one final thrust, and the contractions of his cock pushed against her wet channel.

“Never like this with anyone else, Kath,” he said again. “Never. I swear to you.”




Twenty years earlier

His lips were firm against hers. Kathryn froze. Oh, she wanted to kiss Brett Falcone. Wanted it more than her next breath of oxygen, truth be known. But fear paralyzed her. She had never kissed before. What if she did it wrong? What if he laughed at her? She couldn’t relive that horrid nightmare of middle school.

He sucked gently against her mouth, and then withdrew. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “Open your mouth. Let me in.”

He really wanted to kiss her. Wanted to French kiss her. How sad was it that she was old enough to vote and had never French kissed before?

Well, her days of never having been kissed were about to end. Her skin chilled, and fear dashed through her. She took a deep breath through her nose, and then parted her lips.

His tongue darted between them. When it touched hers, she quivered. Did she like that sensation? Oh yes, she liked it very much.

Tentatively she probed his tongue with hers. A deep moan rumbled from his throat. Did that mean he liked what she was doing? From the moan that echoed from her own throat, she knew the answer was yes. The surface of his tongue fascinated her. It was silky and wet, yet textured, and sublime against her own. She swirled hers around it, and then, when a surge of boldness overtook her, she sucked it between her lips and gently bit it.

He groaned louder this time, shoved his tongue farther into her mouth and kissed her deeper. Her heart thudded. Suddenly, she couldn’t catch her breath. She ripped her mouth away.

“Wow, Kath,” Brett said. “No one’s ever kissed me like that before.”

“Did I do something wrong?” She hated the words as soon as they’d left her mouth. Geez, that’s smart. Just go ahead and tell him you don’t have a clue what you’re doing. Of course, he had probably figured that out already.

“God, no. It was amazing.” His face came nearer. “Kiss me again.”

He took her lips with more force this time and she parted her own in invitation. His flavor intoxicated her—a little mint, a little tannin from the iced tea he had drunk, a little spiciness from the pizza. It added up to something she didn’t think she’d ever get enough of.