Page 36 of Crossroads of Love

It’s been eighteen years, and nothing has changed between us. It’s like I’ve been holding my breath this whole time, waiting for her.

I lean down, finding her face in the dark. My thumb runs across her bottom lip before my mouth follows. The kiss is tentative and slow at first, but as her arms wrap around my neck, her tongue darts between my lips. Her fingers curl into my hair, pulling me closer.

Dammit, why does this feel like home?Like everything I’ve been missing in my life.

I kiss down her neck, my fingers quickly unbuttoning her blouse and revealing her white lace bra. My mouth goes to the swell of her breast before I slip my fingers in and find her nipple.

Does she feel it, too? That this is more than a kiss, that this is everything?

My lips close around it, teasing and tugging gently as she shivers in my arms. I pinch it gently, causing her to moan softly. Her breaths grow deeper as I kiss a trail down her stomach. When I reach her waist, her breathing becomes more labored. I bunch up her skirt until it’s up over her hips. Her white lace panties stand out in the darkness of the pantry. I drop to my knees in front of her, kissing the lace gently, inhaling her scent.

She lets out a long moan as my fingers slide into the sides of her panties, ripping them out of my way as my mouth goes directly to her clit.

God, I forgot how good she smells.

I lick her there, tasting her sweet nectar as she mewls and writhes above me. Her hands fist in my hair, urging me on as I probe deeper with my tongue.

“Fuck, you’re so damn wet for me, baby. You taste so good for me.”

“It’s your voice,” she breathes with a teasing lilt.

Ah, there she is. There’s my bratty little princess.

Her hips begin to dance, pushing herself deeper into my mouth.Her legs tremble lightly as I hold her waist tightly, not allowing her to fall. I focus on her clit, using my tongue to flick it in gentle circles before exploring the folds of her opening. My finger slides inside her, searching out her G-spot. I add another finger, stretching her slightly.

“You still take me so good, Princess. Your body responds to me on command.”

“Gavin,” she breathes.

Her hands grasp the back of my head, pulling me in as she moans softly with each circle of my tongue. I trace her pussy lips with my fingers, feeling how wet they are.

“Look how wet your precious little cunt gets for me.”

She moans in response. With a soft growl, I plunge two fingers inside her, feeling the walls of her sex throbbing around them. It’s intense, and I know she wants more. I won’t disappoint, increasing the speed with which I lick her clit while pumping my fingers in and out of her.

“That’s it, be a good little girl and coat my fingers and my face. I love tasting you.”

“Fuck, your dirty talk is fucking hot,” she purrs.

As her moans grow louder, her walls grip tighter, and I realize she’s close.

I’m going to push her right over that edge.

My own arousal is painfully apparent in my pants, but there’s time for that later. Right now, I need to bring her all the pleasure.

I can hear the wind whipping around the house. The rain is coming down in sheets, and probably some hail since it sounds like softballs are hitting the house. I barely pay attention to any of the background noise as I’m fully focused on her pleasure.

I’ve waited so long to taste her again. If it’s the only time I get this, I’m going to make it count.

Her muscles tense beneath my fingers as she builds to her climax. Her breaths become shallow and ragged, and her hips begin bucking uncontrollably against my face.

Her fingers clutch at me, desperate, grounding herself in the storm I’ve created. The way her body moves—arching, trembling—like she’s caught between wanting to pull me closer and letting herself go completely. It’s mesmerizing. She’s always been beautiful, but this... this is something else entirely. This is her, stripped of every wall and pretense, and it’s the most intimate thing I’ve ever witnessed.

She cries out as she reaches the height of her pleasure, and I keep going, not wanting to miss a single moment of her release.

She’s so different than she was back then. She’s more sensual, more comfortable in her own skin. Her confidence is so sexy and calls out the confidence in me.

“Oh, look at my perfect princess coming apart for me,” I growl against her as my fingers continue to play inside her. “Such a beautiful sight.”

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