Page 62 of Sunsets & Slow Dances

Nadia had an innate confidence to be unapologetically greedy in her sexual experiences, and it turned me on like nothing else ever had. It was something she’d had from our first time together. Maybe it was because we’d already been together for years, and there’d been so much build-up, so much foreplay, so much exploring and learning each other’s bodies together that by the time we actually had sex, we knew each other so well.

Her hands fisted in my shirt, and she yanked it up. I broke our kiss and pulled it up and off my head and then did the same with hers. Once both our shirts were off, I began to kiss her again. My hands roamed down her back as I kissed down her neck.

“I missed you,” she panted between kisses. “I missed you so much. I missed your lips, your tongue, your hands, your fingers, your cock.”

Hearing her say those words caused a surge of arousal to spike in me. I picked her up and pushed her against the wall. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and her arms circled my neck. My dick swelled painfully against my denim as it settled between her legs.

Need overtook me as I devoured her neck. I kissed, licked, and nibbled on the sensitive area just below her ear. She whimpered as her nails dug into my shoulders. I unhooked her bra. As soon as it came loose, I slid the straps down her arms, and it fell to the ground, joining our t-shirts.

Once we were both topless, she leaned back against the wall, and my eyes greedily took in her upper body. I’d always been her breasts’ number one fan. Maybe it was because they were the first I’d ever touched or seen in real life, or maybe it was because they were fucking perfect, or maybe it was the person they were attached to; whatever the reason, I stared at them now with the same reverence and awe that others might reserve for the Sistine Chapel.

She did the same to me. Her hands began to roam across my upper body, her fingers tracing the outline of my tattoos. I was so busy admiring the masterpiece in front of me I didn’t even notice her hand had stopped in the center of my chest.

“Is this…did you…was this about…us?”

Not having any idea what could have caused that reaction, I glanced down and saw the ink she was referring to. It was four very special words to us, written in script on my chest.

“For now. For always,” she whispered. “When did you get this done?”

“About six years ago.”

Her brows lifted in surprise. “Six ye?—”

I leaned forward, cutting off any follow-up questions with a kiss. Her soft lips parted, and my tongue slipped between them. Her head tilted to the side, and I moved to her neck, placing soft kisses all the way to her collarbone and then lower until I reached the swell of her breast. Lifting my head up, I placed my forefinger in Nadia’s mouth. She sucked on it, coating it with saliva. I pulled my digit from her mouth, watching as it slid from her lips, and then I used the moisture to wet her nipples. I traced the bumps surrounding the edges of her areola before teasing the hardened nub sitting in the center by rolling it between my thumb and forefinger and pinching it.

Her head fell back against the wall, and her hands moved down to my shoulders. I hissed at the sting of her nails digging into my flesh. Her back arched, causing my straining erection to nestle even further between the apex of her thighs.

Wanting to take her to the edge, my hands cupped the bottom of her breasts. They fit perfectly in my palms. I massaged her mounds as I bent down and sucked one, then the other nipple, into my mouth. I began by licking them with my tongue flattened, then I switched up and began to flick her puckered peaks with the very tip of my tongue before sinking my teeth intothem. The second I bit into the beaded knots of her flesh, she let out a gasp, and her fingers fisted in my hair.

Her hips began to grind against me, and I could feel the heat of her sex radiating through the denim barrier. I knew I could make her come like this. She’d always had overly sensitive nipples, but I wanted to taste her. I wanted her naked and spread out before me when she came apart, which meant I needed to lay her down.

I snaked my arm around her waist and moved off the wall, then headed up the stairs. Nadia’s arms flew around my shoulders as she buried her face in the crook of my neck. I could hear her inhaling deeply. She’d always said she loved how I smelled. She constantly “borrowed” my t-shirts and sweatshirts so she could sleep with them and smell them, but they rarely ever got returned. She would randomly sniff my neck when we were watching TV or doing homework or when I was driving, just out of the blue. She called it her pheromone fix. Feeling her nose nuzzled into my neck as she breathed me in meant more to me than I could ever put into words.

More emotions than I cared to admit or acknowledge were flooding my system as I walked into the main bedroom and laid Nadia down on the bed. Not wasting any time, I unbuttoned her jeans and tugged them down her legs and off her body in one swift motion.

I stood above her, staring down at the angel laid out before me in nothing but a pair of white and black polka-dot underwear. The last time we were together, we were a decade younger. In that time, she’d managed to get even sexier. I wanted to articulate that to her, but when I opened my mouth, no words came out. I was unable to speak. That was the effect she had on me as I gazed down at her blonde hair fanned out across the navy-blue pillowcase. My eyes drank up her pinup curves from the flare of her hip to the V in her cinched waist.I continued down to the shapely lines of her thighs and toned calves.

I could have stared at her all night, but I needed to touch her. To be close to her. Not wanting to waste a second of our time together, I put my knee on the edge of the bed, but she lifted her hand and stopped me.

“You arenotallowed on this bed.”

I stilled, and my left brow lifted in question.

“You have on too many clothes.”

A smile tugged at the edges of my mouth. I kept eye contact with her as I removed my shoes before unbuttoning my jeans and pushing them and my boxer briefs down my legs and off. As I did, she hooked her thumbs in the strings on her hips and shimmied her panties down her legs.

Once I kicked my jeans to the side, I straightened back up. My erection was jutting straight out. I could chop wood with this sucker. My eyes roamed Nadia’s naked form, and she did the same. I wanted to relearn every inch of her body.

When my eyes met hers, I grinned. “Permission to come aboard?”

A mischievous twinkle lit in her ocean-blue eyes. “Tocomeaboard.”

I hadn’t meant it as a double entendre, but if anyone would take it that way, it would be Nadia. Just one more thing I loved about her.

She saluted me. “Permission granted, sailor.”

The mattress dipped below my knees as I moved between her legs. I began to kiss her belly, but Nadia wasn’t having it. She grabbed my arms and pulled me up, so I was hovering above her. I rested on my forearms, which were on either side of her face, as I stared down at her.

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