Page 38 of Warped

I removed my mouth from her pussy and straightened. She pulled me in for another kiss, and I knew she’d be able to taste herself on my tongue. Fuck. I couldn’t think things like that. It had been a while since I’d last come, and I didn’t want to end up embarrassing myself.

But she reached for me, undoing the buckle of my pants and pushing them from my hips. Then she pulled my shirt up, and instinctively—from a memory buried, perhaps—I nudged her hand away.

“It’s okay,” she said. “I know about the scars. You don’t have to hide them from me.”

Of course she did. I’d known she would, but I hadn’t been able to stop myself from wanting to hide them. I allowed her to pull the shirt up over my head, and then she bent to my chest and placed kisses across my skin, her tongue, warm and wet, flicking across my nipples, her teeth grating and nipping. Her hand reached down and circled my cock, and I gave a groan at the contact. Her fingers were firm and warm, and she pumped me from the base, right to the head, and back down again. I could smell the salt of my pre-cum on the air between us.

She gave a gentle tug on my dick, encouraging me closer, and then her legs wrapped around my hips. I slid my hands down under her ass, and we kissed again as our bodies met. My cock nudged her entrance, and with a slight shift in movement, I pushed inside her. She was so wet, from my saliva as well as her natural lube, and I pushed deep and smooth with one stroke.

“Ah, fuck,” I gasped, holding her tight, keeping myself deep inside her, just to revel in this feeling.

She clung to me, too, kissing my shoulder and neck. Her hips bucked to encourage me, so I pulled out, right to the point where I almost slipped from her body, and then thrust back in. My fingers dug tighter into the skin of her hips and ass, and my movements became faster. I wanted her to come, wanted to feel her unravel around my cock, and to have her panting and sated against me.

I reached between us to work her clit, my thumb pressed against the little nub of nerves. She let out a cry, encouraging me. My hips slammed into hers, and the feeling of orgasm approaching hit me, a coiled spring low in my groin. I was starting to zone out, only aware of the pleasure filling my body and how Vee felt wrapped around my cock, her breasts pressed against my chest, her legs wrapped around my hips. Our bodies so close together they were like one. I could have happily stayed like this for the rest of my life and died a happy man. But then the coil sprung open and I jerked, giving a cry of pleasure, almost to the point of pain as I came hard inside her.

She whimpered against me, her body jerking with little shudders, her inner muscles pulling and holding me deep as stream after stream of cum spilled inside her. We should have been safer, but I hadn’t even given it thought. I didn’t care. I wanted to experience every part of this woman, regardless of the consequences.

We held each other as we caught our breath, our bodies rising and falling against each other. My fingers laced in her hair and I tugged gently, pulling her face away from my throat, where she’d buried it, so I could kiss her mouth.

She kissed me again, and we touched noses, smiling against each other’s mouths.

I was still inside her, not wanting to slip out, but knowing it was imminent.

“I don’t remember all of what we had,” I told her, “but I remember how I feel about you.”

She looked up at me. “You do?”

“Yes. I remember how much I love you.”

To my confusion, she glanced away.

“Vee?”

She shook her head then shifted her body so I slipped from her, leaving a streak of my semen down the inside of her thighs. She dropped to the floor, grabbing her clothing.

“Vee?” I said again. “Did I say something wrong?”

She glanced at me over her shoulder as she made her way out of the room, hunting, I guessed, for the bathroom. “You never said you loved me, X. Love has never been on the table.”

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