Page 31 of Savage Obsession

He rolls me onto my back and leans over me, studying my features in the moonlight. “I never stopped wanting you.”

“Stesknilamsie za Toba. I missed you. It was never any good, with you gone.” There was only ever a gaping hole in my life where he should have been. “I tried but?—”

His mouth covers mine, mercifully putting stop to any further attempt at rationalising the last few years. Our tongues tangle and dance together. His fingers are in my hair, my nails rake down his naked back, and we tumble together across the mattress.

I’m wearing a loose t-shirt and sleep shorts. He finds the hem of my top and draws it up, over my head. His palms are at my breasts, kneading, caressing, rolling my nipples between his fingers.

“So lovely. I always thought so…”

My hand snakes down the back of his boxers to palm his tight arse. He was always toned, his muscles clearly defined, solid, but the years have been generous. He’s matured into a magnificent man, simply beautiful. He was always my wet dream, and nothing has changed, unless you count him becoming even more attractive, more mouth-watering.

I wriggle out of my shorts, and he does the same. He reaches out to switch on the beside light, bathing our bodies in the soft glow. He balances his weight on one elbow, taking in every curve and plane of my body.

“I never forgot…” he breathes.

“Me neither.”

He lowers his head to take my nipple between his lips.

The sensation is beyond wonderful. I arch against the bed and reach for him. I explore his torso, his shoulders, the angled planes of his pectoral muscles. I caress his defined rib cage, his taut abdominal six-pack. Then I venture lower, drawing my fingers the length of his cock.

I’d almost forgotten how beautiful it was, or maybe I was just too young to properly appreciate him before. I’m not making that mistake now.

Thick, almost too wide for my fingers to circle, the shaft is solid and veined, the skin soft and silky over the steel beneath. The head is round and smooth, leaking pre-cum onto my fingers as I smear it across the crown.

“Spread for me, kochanie… Let me see that gorgeous pussy.”

I do as he asks, letting my knees hang wide.

He slips his hands under my buttocks and lifts me from the bed like some sort of precious offering. He looks his fill before dropping his head and drawing the flat of his tongue the full length of my slit.

I let out a gasp, then a moan.

He does it again, then settles in to trace the tip of his tongue around my entrance, teasing my lips and sending ripples of delighted anticipation straight to my clit.

I wriggle and writhe, desperate to feel his mouth right where I want it, need it.

He parts me with his thumbs, then inserts the point of his tongue as deep as he can into my entrance. He tongue-fucks me slowly, taking his time, lapping at me as though I’m the most appetising delicacy he ever tasted.

I’d forgotten how wonderful this was, but it all comes rushing back to me now. Arousal bursts to life, then soars. His skilled tongue explores me, mercilessly driving me onward.

“You need to stop. Slow down…” I babble.

He ignores me, relentless in his pursuit of my pleasure.

“It’s too much,” I pant. “I need…” Something. Anything. Everything.

I career helplessly towards my climax, even as I try to slow my response down, make this wondrous experience last longer. I might as well stand on the seashore and try to hold back the tide; I’m not in control here. I was so sure I didn’t still want him. I’d have sworn to that on my life, on Lily’s life. But desire has erupted from nowhere and now threatens to engulf me.

He shifts his tongue to my clit and flicks that plump nub, then takes it between his lips and sucks. At the same time he inserts one, then a second finger into my needy channel. He curls them inside me, seeking that one special place he always was able to home in on with such unerring accuracy.

Nothing has changed, but everything is different. Sex with Baz was always sensational, I knew that, but the memory has blurred over the decade we’ve been apart. He brings a new level of intensity now. I squeeze my inner muscles around his fingers, seeking more friction. I thrust against his hand, moaning my need.

My fingers are still wrapped around his cock, and I pump harder.

He lets out a groan. The vibrations rumble around my clit, heightening the sensation still further. It’s too much, tips me over the point of no return. Suddenly, I’m flying. Off the edge of the cliff, soaring, weightless, swirling on a current of pure ecstasy.

He continues his sensual assault, drawing every last tremble and shiver out of me. My senses shatter, then drift back to reality. He kisses his way back up my body, leaving a trail of tingling awareness as he goes. He’s above me, his cock at my entrance, poised, ready.

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