Page 29 of For Puck's Sake

“Yes! Ridley! Yes, I’m gonna cum!” she shouts as I crook my fingers inside of her and hit her G-spot, tapping out my own rhythm until she squirts all over my face, crying out her pleasure.

“Oh God! Oh God! Fuck!” she chants, eyes widening as she looks at her release on my face, she continues to cum, riding my face through her release. I lick her clean, not wanting to waste a drop of my girl, until she’s pushing my head away. She slumps forward and I catch her, throwing her over my shoulder.

“Oh, Angel, we’ve only just begun,” I say to her as I stand, rubbing her ass tenderly as I carry her to the bed.

Brea chuckles. “Like you would let me sleep.” She swats my denim-clad ass. “Now strip. You’re wearing too many clothes.”

Laying her in the middle of the bed, I make quick work of losing my clothes. I let my eyes roam over her once more, silky brown skin, gorgeous, perfect in every way, and mine, mine once more.

“Absolutely perfect, my Angel,” I whisper as Brea reaches for me, spreading her thighs wide, giving me room to settle on top of her. Climbing up her body, I leave soft open mouth kisses on every inch of her smooth brown skin. Tonight, I worship her reverently, pouring my love and devotion with every brush of my lips. Brea shivers underneath, body arching off the mattress as I wrap my mouth around her nipple, pulling deeply.

“Ridley,” she pants. “Baby, it feels so good.”

“You taste good, Luna. I can never get enough,” I croon as I take the other nipple into my mouth, giving it the same attention. Brea writhes and bucks, hands fisting the sheets. I tease her until she is a puddle of want and need—right where I want her.

“Stop teasing me, Ridley! Fuck! Me! Now!” she demands breathlessly, punching her tiny fist into the mattress, making me chuckle as I sit up to take her boneless body with me. Sitting on my heels I position her over my painfully hard cock and pause. The last thing I want is to ruin this moment, but this is a conversation we need to have. Just like us to do this out of order.

Brea catches on to my reluctance, looks me in the eyes and shakes her head. “Never without a condom, and I haven’t been with him for months. I’m clean.” She looks away, swallowing hard, but I don’t let her hide from me. I tip her chin up to look at me and tsk.

“You don’t need to feel ashamed to tell me that, Angel. Do I hate you were with someone else? Of course. But it’s only because we got to a place where we were no longer seeking eachother, and that kills me. Plus, it would make me the biggest hypocrite in the fucking world. I haven’t been with anyone in months, and I never slept with anyone without protection. I’m clean, Angel. I bow my head, then glance back up into her patiently waiting brown eyes. “It’s me who should be ashamed,” I say as I try my darndest not to hide from her in turn.

She brings her hand up to my face and I lean into her touch. “I left you, though,” she says softly. “I can’t judge you for those women,” she says with a sigh. “In my heart, I knew who you belonged to even when my brain tried to convince me otherwise.” Brea plants a gentle kiss on my lips. “You, Ridley Masters, are mine.” she says as she sinks down on my length, taking me inside her inch by glorious inch.

We both groan in relief. Pleasure radiates through my being at the familiar feel of her warmth around me. Shuddering, I wrap my arms around her waist as she holds on to my neck, our lips mere inches apart as we breathe each other’s air. This feeling, us joined together like this after all this time. The feeling of completion. Of coming home. It unravels me, bringing joyous tears to my eyes that spill over unchecked. I will never let her go again.

“I love you, Ridley,” Brea says as she begins to roll her hips, taking me deeper. “Oh God, I love you so much,” she cries, picking up her pace to make me match her pace as I thrust up into her slick wet heat.

“I love you, Angel, my Luna. Oh Fuck!” I say as I shift us again, keeping our bodies connected as Brea’s back hits the mattress. Lifting her legs over my shoulders I let myself go, pounding into her relentlessly, the sounds of her pleasure echo around the room in a beautiful cacophony of melodies only my Angel can produce.

“Ridley! Oh Baby, I’m going to cum! Please! Please!” she shouts as I drop her legs and lay myself over her body, slowing my pace as I take her lips in a searing, soul shattering kiss.

“You’re mine, aren’t you, Angel,” I say between kisses, grinding into her clit as she begins to shake underneath me. “Tell me, Luna,” I say as I bite down gently on her collar bone, soothing the sting with my tongue.

Brea’s pussy clenches around my dick so hard I see stars dance behind my eyes as she screams, “Yes, I’m yours, baby. All yours. Only yours.” As she falls apart around me, tears streaming down her cheeks, and I come undone from the sight.

I groan as I cum, spilling my release inside her. “I’m yours, Angel. All yours. Only yours.” I pant, kissing away her tears as she wipes away my own.

Rolling off her slowly, I gather Brea into my arms until her body is draped over mine. Sweat-slick skin to sweat-slick skin, I allow myself to breath for the first time in a long time. Kissing my chest, Brea wraps herself tightly around me and everything feels right. It’s as if nothing has happened between us at all, it’s just us.

We lay that way until the urge to be inside her again becomes an incessant need. We make love to each other, reclaiming each other’s bodies repeatedly until the sun comes up and we finally close our eyes, sated, renewed.

Yawning, I stretch my arms out in search of Brea and come up empty. For a brief moment I panic. Did I dream it all? Did I go to bed alone? My heartbeat picks up and I have to tell myself to calm the fuck down when my hand meets the warmth of thesheets beneath my palm. I blow out the breath I didn’t realize I am holding and pull my arm away.

“She didn’t leave, pull yourself together,” I whisper to myself in relief. I guess I’m still not over past trauma either. Will I always wake up in search of her with fear that she’s left me in the night?

Draping my arm over my eyes to shield them from the bright sun, I recall the night before with a smile on my face. Physically, Brea and I are two halves of a whole, bodies fitting perfectly together, she is made for me. It’s easy to get lost for hours giving her pleasure and she matches my insatiable need completely. Our bodies have no hangs ups, automatically gravitating toward the other, no matter the distance between us. We’ve just been fighting the pull by sheer force of will. How I managed to stay away as long as I did was nothing short of stubborn stupidity. But would she have been ready to accept this, us, if I had come to her sooner? I sigh. Probably not, no, everything is happening for a reason, the stars, as they say, have aligned for us.

With that thought, I kick the sheets off my naked body and pad through to the bathroom. My mission is singular, find my Angel. I take care of my personal hygiene quickly, stopping only to look in the mirror as I brush my teeth. I feel as if a weight has been lifted. My eyes shine with genuine contentment, no forced smiles or fake platitudes, I’m me. Damn, it is good to feel like myself after years of pretending I’m someone else.

Grabbing a pair of grey sweatpants, I decide a shirt is unnecessary. The fewer clothes to strip out of, the better. Presumptuous? Why yes, yes, I am. My dick is twitching from just the thought of what I will find when I locate Brea. I’m about to cross the threshold of the bedroom when my phone chimes on the bedside table. Jogging over, I snatch up my phone and make my way out of the room.

Tor: You owe me new furniture yet?

I scoff at his assumption and roll my eyes. My best friend has jokes. Although, I remind myself again to find Brea’s discarded panties.

Me: I don’t kiss and tell, bestie.

Tor: (smiley face emoji) That’s my boy. No, really, I am happy for you two.

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