Page 84 of Ours to Keep

“Oh fuck, please, Tommy, don’t stop,” she says, her voice a plea.

So I don’t. I continue, her arousal dripping down my chin, the sounds of my tongue lapping at her juices and my fingers fucking her pretty little cunt surrounding me.

Her entire body coils tight as her orgasm overtakes her, my dick hardens even more and my pre-cum coats my boxer briefs. I reach into my joggers and boxers and push them down over my arse, grabbing my cock and pulling it free.

Fuck.

I keep my fingers deep inside her as her walls continue to pulse and tighten around them. Moving to my knees, I fuck my fist with long, hard strokes.

Oh shit, I grit my teeth as I feel the telltale tingle shooting up my spine, my balls drawing tight, but I hold myself off.

The thought of coating her insides with my cum is a deep-seated need, one impossible to ignore.

Pulling my fingers free, I swipe them over the tip of my dick, adding my pre-cum to her sweet juices.

I glance up and find her eyes wide, still full of desire. She releases breathy pants as she licks her lips and watches intently as I slide my fingers back up inside her.

“Do you want a taste of us?” I ask.

Her eyes leave my fingers and rise to my face.

“Yes,” she pants out on a ragged breath.

I straddle her and crawl up the length of her, holding out my fingers to her lips. She makes up the distance and takes them into her mouth, her tongue swirling around them as she sucks, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

My dick jerks at the action. I bet her mouth wrapped around my dick would feel like heaven.

Pulling my fingers free, I lean over her and take her mouth with mine, my hard cock resting against the soft cotton of her vest top.

I kiss her with vigour, with two years of suppressed emotion, want and need. Even though I didn’t know her during some of my darkest times, it was as though my body was waiting for her.

Pulling out of the kiss, I rest my forehead against hers. “You’re amazing,” I whisper, unable to voice the magnitude of the moment. We may not have had sex, but that didn’t make this any less monumental. It was everything. Being with her in any way is everything.

I sit up, my eyes scanning over her flushed face and chest, her nipples hard peaks under her vest.

My rock-hard dick begging me for some relief. I cup her breasts over the material before reaching for the hem and pushing my hands underneath, taking her in my palms. Her skin is soft as silk.

“You good?” I ask.

She nods. “Yes,” she replies quickly, her eagerness causing me to smile.

“Good, because I’m not finished with you yet.”

I didn’t think this through. Her top is between us and she is still wearing her robe. I wanted her completely bare beneath me when I take her for the first time.

My nerves knot my stomach, and goosebumps prick my skin at the thought. It’s been so long, too long, and I don’t want to let her down. Or worse, be unable to perform. I’ve never had performance anxiety before. I was always so cocksure, a cocky little fucker. Even I’m not too proud to admit that.

“I’m going to untie you, and you’re going to remove the rest of your clothes before I tie you up again.”

She swallows hard and nods her acquisition.

And fuck me if it doesn’t make me want to kneel before her and worship her with my mouth until she’s coming again.

I rise over her and kiss the tip of her nose before reaching out, removing the robe tie around her wrists. I kneel back on my haunches as she sits up, and removes her robe. Her hands moveto the hem of her vest. I watch in awe and fascination as she bares her chest to me. But before she can pull it off and over her head, I dip mine and suck a nipple into my mouth, swirling the erect peak with the tip of my tongue, hardening it even more, and then nipping it with my teeth. She groans before I release her and sit back, allowing her to finish removing her vest.

Chapter Forty

LILY

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