Page 15 of Walk Off

All because of a moan.

“Jesus...oh my...what are you doing to me?” She was incoherently muttering and that just made it all the better. He loved those mumbles and moans and sexy whimpers. It was as if she was experiencing all this for the first time, and that made him feel like a king.

He knew that wasn’t true since he himself had been there before. He imagined she’d had several lovers over the years and that this was far from the first time anyone had ever made her feel this way.

He didn't want to think of her with anyone else. He wanted to be the only man who made her feel this way.

The only one to ever make her feel this way.

Truth or not, he was going to pretend it was true.

Somehow, he got her to the bed even with his lips still latched on a nipple and thumb and index finger toying with the other one. He pushed her down and towered over her, loving the way her nipples glistened from his mouth.

With only a few movements, he had the rest of his clothing off and stood before her naked.

She openly gawked. “You’re bigger.” She ran a hand over his chest and down to his abs, her eyes wide as she touched him.

He wasn’t as lean as he’d been in his youth, but he was very fit. Bulkier, with more muscles in his arms, legs, and chest. “I uh,” Jesus, it was difficult to talk while she touched him, “work out a lot.”

Her gaze flicked back up to his. “I don’t think you can work out this part of your body.” Her hand grazed over his bobbing cock.

He stopped breathing. He wanted her hands on him there, more than he wanted anything else in the whole world.

“It’s definitely bigger.” She wrapped her small hand around him, squeezing gently.

He almost came then and there.

“Stop.” He pulled her hand away. “I’m on edge, and if you do that, this will be over before it begins.”

She pouted, her bottom lip sticking out just a little, making him want to bite it and then soothe it with his tongue.

She brought out the beast in him.

With a gentle nudge, he pushed her back on the bed until she was lying down. “I need to be between your legs.” He knelt between her thighs, pulling her panties down her sexy legs.

Legs that he couldn’t wait to have over his shoulders.

She watched his every move as he spread her legs wide and leaned in. He could see how wet she was from a foot away and he couldn’t wait to taste her. He’d tasted her before, of course, but back then, it had been all about sex. Neither of them had been experienced, and once they’d moved from oral sex to actual sex, they’d never really gone back.

He’d been an idiot. Because tasting her now was all he wanted.

“Kyle, please,” she begged as he moved closer and closer to her hot center. His fingers skimmed up her legs and his mouth kissed inches of gorgeous pale skin as he moved toward the prize.

She was so wet and so needy that once he was inches away, he stopped resisting, stopped going slow. He dove in, his mouth claiming what he’d missed so badly these last eight years.

What he needed.

What he wished was his.

She moaned and writhed as he ate her pussy with a need that consumed him. She tasted better than he remembered. Better than he could have ever imagined.

She was a fucking goddess and he’d kneel before her daily, if she’d let him.

Her fingers gripped his hair, tugging and pulling. “Kyle, I’m so close.” She was panting and moaning, and every sound she made went straight to his dick.

His cock was so hard and so ready to be inside her. He’d wanted this again for so long, for so many years, that he wasn’t sure how he was holding back. When he flattened his tongue against her clit and stroked her over and over, she yelled out and came with more intensity than he ever remembered.

Before she’d been quiet and demure in their lovemaking.

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