Page 69 of Rusty's Command

It wasn’t enough. She wanted more. She wanted his tongue on her, to feel the pleasure that only he could give her.

“Lower,” she demanded, resisting a desperate urge to grab his head, shove him between her legs, and make him give her what she so desperately needed.

He parted her legs wider, his eyes locking onto hers with a hungry, desperate gaze. The air was thick with his restraint, a palpable force that threatened to consume her.

With a slow, deliberate movement, he lowered his head, his tongue making contact with a gentle, electrifying touch. Sparks of ecstasy ignited within her and as he traced the curves of her pussy, waves of pleasure coursed through her body until she gasped.

His tongue danced over her sensitive bud, making her tremble and she gripped his shoulders, digging her fingers into his skin as she raised her knees, opening herself up to him. A deep, guttural moan tore from her throat as a climax surged through her, fast and fierce, in a whirlwind of pleasure that exceeded all expectations.

As her insides tightened and curled, glorious sensations pulsed along every nerve. She arched her back, releasing one final, shuddering gasp as the orgasm washed over her, leaving her spent and sated.

Rusty flashed a big, goofy grin as he whipped his shorts off and flung them aside. “Now that was way better than I remembered.” His eyes gleamed, and his chest heaved. “God, I’ve missed you.”

Still pulsing with ecstasy from her climax, she pulled him up her body, and with her hands on his waist, he shifted to align his hips with hers. He held himself above her, a magnificent figure of rippling muscles and chiseled features as his broad arms caged her in.

With a gentle, teasing touch, he reached down between her legs and used the head of his cock to trace the curves of her entrance. The hot, smooth caress triggered a fresh tidal wave of pleasure, and her body responded with a surge of desire. He entered her with a long, glorious thrust, sinking his cock deep into her core. She gasped, and her breath caught as their bodies merged as one.

A sense of completion filled her with a feeling of being whole and connected like she’d never experienced before. It was as if their bodies were crafted to fit together, their curves and contours meshing in a union that was both fierce and tender. Every inch of her seemed to be made for him, every curve and hollow designed to cradle his body.

She pressed her hands to his sides, pulling him close as his hips rocked against hers in a slow, sensual rhythm. The weight of him on top of her was a delicious pressure that was both calming and exhilarating and each thrust added a spark of pleasure that ran through her entire body.

As his movements grew more urgent, his hand glided around the back of her neck, pinning her in position as he drove into her with fierce, primal energy. She lifted her hips, matching his thrusts so their bodies crashed together in a perfectly choreographed frenzy of desire. The sound of their bodies meeting was a rhythmic pounding, a beat that seemed to match the racing of her heart.

Rusty’s eyes flew open, and they blazed with concentration as if he couldn’t comprehend anything but their bodies merged as one. He clutched her tighter, his fingers digging deep into her skin as his thrusts went deeper, harder. He was getting close. She felt it in the tension of his body, the straining of his muscles.

She dug her fingers into his back, scratching her nails over his skin as she lifted her hips higher, giving him another angle to explore. And explore he did, his body plunging deeper into hers, his movements becoming more frenzied and more urgent as a tidal wave of sensations was poised to crash over her and sweep her away.

“Oh, Sienna,” he whispered, his face inches from hers as his breath danced across her skin. It was as if he was reaching deep into her soul, calling out to the very heart of her.

“Yes, oh yes,” she gasped as her climax ripped through her in a wild and unrelenting storm that left her breathless and trembling. Every nerve ending pulsed with pleasure as Rusty’s hips moved in pounding thrusts.

He halted and his entire body tensed, his muscles straining. He growled her name, a low, primal sound that sent shivers down her spine. Then as if a trigger had been pulled, he plungedinto her in a merciless, all-consuming rhythm that drove her to the edge of reality. She cried out, her voice lost in the storm of their passion as another shuddering release tore through her.

Moaning, Rusty leaned forward, and his lips claimed hers in a fierce, devouring kiss. The world dissolved around her, leaving only the two of them and the delicious throbs cruising through her.

As he ended the kiss, Rusty held himself above her, his arms trembling and his chest heaving with ragged breaths. He opened his eyes, and their gazes met in a moment of unadulterated connection.

“Wow,” he breathed.

A soft giggle escaped her lips. “Yeah. Wow.” Tears of joy tingled her eyes.

Rusty rolled to her side, and their bodies entwined just like they had all those years ago. It was astonishing how effortlessly their connection had reignited, as if the eighteen years of separation had only served to intensify the flame. The bond between them was still there, still strong, still tender. But now, it was tempered with a depth and maturity that only time and experience could bring.

A deep sense of belonging enveloped her as if she’d finally found her way back home. Years of feeling lost and alone melted away, replaced by the warmth and security of being in Rusty’s arms. Here, she was free to be herself, without fear or needing to apologize for who she was.

As the sense of certainty washed over her and peace settled in, she knew she was exactly where she belonged.

Rusty propped himself up on his elbow, his brows bunched with concern. “You okay?”

She nodded, and a small smile played on her lips. “Yeah.”

His expression grew skeptical. “I’m sensing abut.”

Her smile grew. “I was just wondering if Aunty Dee would be okay with me staying a bit longer.”

Rusty’s eyes widened. “How much longer?”

Her smile turned mischievous. “Longer, longer,” she teased.

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