Page 88 of Sacrifice
My own breathing is shaky as I take in the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen sitting on the edge of my bed. Her skin is creamy against the dark lace covering her breasts. Her skin is hot to the touch as I press her chest against mine and wrap my arms around her back. I unfasten her bra and toss it away.
I cup her breasts, bigger, rounder, more perfect than I remember. She exhales at the contact, a soft moan escaping her swollen lips. The sound goes straight to my cock.
I slide my sweatpants down my legs and kick them out of the way, blood pounding in my eardrums.
She lays back and begins to work her sweatpants down. Her hands are shaking when I brush them out of the way. My eyes on hers, I drag her pants slowly over her hips and off her body, discarding them on the floor.
Just looking at her, I’m ready to fucking explode. My body shivers at the sight of the only girl I’ve ever loved lying naked in front of me.
The air is thick, sex lingering in the air, the sound of our breathing heavy.
I kneel again in front of her and her panting increases. I position myself between her legs and lick, with one lazy movement, through her pussy. As my tongue lands on her clit, a muffled moan hits my ears. The taste of her is sweeter than I even remembered, and I lick her one more time, not able to get enough.
Her hand runs over my head, her fingertips scratching against my scalp as her legs shake under me. I raise her thighs over my arms and work my mouth against her opening. She moans, tilting her pelvis up to allow me more access. I suck her swollen bud into my mouth, her pleasure obvious as her voice breaks through the silence.
“Crew,” she moans, her fingernails digging into my back.
I lick harder, using my tongue to stroke firm circles around her clit.
She tastes so fucking good that it’s hard not to come from this alone.
“I’m going to come if you don’t stop.” Her voice is broken with gasps, her tone heavy with lust.
Not wanting to end this yet, I drag my tongue up her belly. She shivers as I make my way up her body, pausing at her breasts. I work her nipples into my mouth, rolling them around my tongue. Her back arches, her eyes flutter closed, as she exhales my name.
I kiss her for every kiss we’ve missed. I kiss her to remind her that I am not going anywhere. I kiss her to let her know I love her and that she’s inarguably my girl.
My body rolls onto hers and I brush my cock against her opening. She’s so wet that I stifle a moan of my own. I want to bury myself in her and find myself again.
“I love you,” I whisper into her mouth. I kiss her once more and then pull back and look into her beautiful brown eyes. “I’ve never stopped loving you and I’ve dreamed of this for so damn long.”
Her hands find the small of my back and press gently. “I love you, Crew.”
“Oh, Jules,” I whisper, kissing her again. I wrap my arm under her and hold her in place. My cock is throbbing against her opening. I press firmly, her wetness allowing me to enter her tight little body. She stretches as I fill her and moans into my mouth. Her eyes fly open and I feel her muscles contracting around my length.
“Crew,” she tries to yell, but I capture her words with my tongue. I want every part of me inside every part of her. I want to own every part of her, mark every part of her body as mine.
Her body pulses around my cock, tighter than anything I’ve ever felt.
Her body feels like it was made just for me. “Look at me, Jules.”
I pull out slightly and push back in with one swift movement, her eyes fluttering shut before opening, her gaze holding mine.
Her fingernails find my skin, digging into it, sending waves of lust through my body. She moans in pleasure, her legs now wrapped around my waist. I continue to stroke her, lapping up the pure fucking bliss of feeling her come apart around me so quickly. I love making her feel like this.
“I love you,” she pants, the riot in her body seeming to calm a bit.
“I love you, too.”
I pick up speed, feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm, and find a rhythm that promises to push me over the edge. She squeezes herself around me again, tightening her pussy. I have no control. Not when I’m buried inside the girl of my dreams, her perfect tits pressed against my chest, her mouth making love to mine, my hands wrapped in her silky hair.
I am no match for her. I’ve waited too long for this.
I press again and bury myself inside her. I empty myself into her, feeling her entire body pulsing around me.
If there is such a thing as heaven, this is it.
THIRTY-SIX
