Page 58 of The Trust We Broke
I can’t make love to her.
Not today.
Not now.
Not ever.
But this, a furious coupling, I can do.
Without emotions involved, I might be able to survive it.
One of the things I always loved about sex with Lucy was how ready for it she always was, how quickly she’d get wet for me. She told me, once, it was because she had a fast accelerator and slow brakes. That she could get aroused quickly, and pretty much nothing would shake that state.
Because of my size, I would often use lube to ensure I never hurt her too badly, but I don’t have any with me, and I want her to feel this.
I slide a palm over her ribs until I cup her breast.
Always thought she had the prettiest fucking tits. All high and round with a deep rose nipple.
“Please,” Lucy says.
Carefully, I reach between us and undo my buckle, button and zipper. It’s not a hardship to hold her while I drop both my jeans and boxer briefs over my hips.
“Spit,” I say, offering her my fingers, and she does as I ask. I add my own and smear it over my head.
“You gonna take all of me?” I say with a grunt as I line up against her already dripping pussy.
She glances up at me. “Always.”
I look down between us. Not because I need to see my cock to lead it into a woman’s pussy, but because I can’t take the honesty written all over her face.
And I don’t want to know why she’s got such deep feelings about this, seeing as she’s the one who walked out on the two of us.
I glide my head over her clit, getting it wet in her juices, teasing her for a little longer.
Just the sight of its thickness near that tight slit of hers brings me a step closer to coming. Pre-cum leaks out of my tip.
When I ease the head in, both of us groan. She’s tighter and hotter than I remembered.
“Fuck, Luce,” I say as my cock throbs from the delicious agony of it.
Her lips stretch around me, and I remember when we first started having sex, I worried I was going to tear her. But somehow, like now, we make it work.
The temptation to thrust deep inside her, to make her cry out as I do, throbs hard at my temples, but I ease back, withdraw a little before pushing in deeper.
Over the years, I’ve thought many times about what I’d do the next time I saw her. Sometimes, I simply yelled, told her to go fuck herself. Sometimes, I laid her down on soft white bedding and made love to her so deeply, it broke my heart.
But never did I think I’d fuck her standing up in a small bathroom, five feet away from a toilet.
Yet, it doesn’t matter.
Because it’s her and me.
And perhaps the fact it’s less than perfect makes it…perfect.
I inch into her, and if I didn’t know better, I’d wonder if she was able to take me.
Lucy wraps her arms around my neck and holds me close until our lips collide again. Desperate for more of me, she squeezes her thighs to rise and lower over me, like, despite the tightness, she wants it, now.
