Page 67 of The Ballad of Us
Lifting my head, I look up at her hazy green eyes, filled with lust and pleasure, and smile. “Doing okay, baby?”
“What the hell are you doing?” she asks in confusion. “You aren’t done down there, buddy.” Rhea grabs my wrist and shoves my hand between her legs. She’s never been so assertive or hungry for me.
Sliding my deft finger between her lips, I reach the center of her, plunging one digit, then two inside. A moan slips out again, and I groan at the all-consuming need to be completely inside her for the first time in months, but I must be patient. This has to be perfect for her.
I regain my composure as much as a man in my current situation can, but I manage to refocus my attention on my girl. Crooking my finger in a come-hither motion, I massage that little spot inside her pussy that drives her wild. Rhea bucks below me, her back arching as she leaves the bed.
Repeating the move I know will drive her crazy every single time, I tease her relentlessly, driving her to the brink of insanity. I begin starting and stopping, edging her closer to an orgasm by the second.
When I stop, she begs me, “Gray, please.”
Leaning over her, I drop a kiss on her sweet lips. “Please what, baby?” I crook my finger again, knowing she won’t be able to answer me when I do that to her.
Her moans fill the entire room with the sweetest melody I’ve ever heard in my life. I stop again, needing a small reprieve from the intensity of being with her after a long separation of intimacy. The sounds this woman makes are going to drive me crazy.
“For fuck’s sake, Gray, if you don’t put me out of my misery soon, I’m going to take over,” she threatens.
I call her bluff and remove my hand from her pussy. “The hell you will.”
My dick strains against the fabric of my boxer briefs, begging to be released. I’ve never been this turned on in my life.
“You’re moving slower than Christmas, old man,” she teases.
Or at least, I think she’s teasing until she pushes me to my back and climbs down my body until she reaches my underwear. “Up,” she commands me to lift my ass as she hooks her fingers in the waistband.
Not two seconds later, she’s pulling them down my legs, discarding them with a careless fling into the dimly lit room. Then her eyes are raking over me, beginning her inspection at my head and working her way south. She reaches my dick, and her green eyes grow dark with lust.
Then she wraps her delicate hand around my shaft and slowly strokes. A hiss of pleasure escapes me at the warmth of her touch. Crawling between my legs, she leans down and presses a kiss to the tip of my cock. I’m coiled so tightly, it almost unravels me. I try to stop her from parting her lips, but by the time she’s started working her way down my length, I don’t have enough blood flow to my brain to properly speak.
Her hair shrouds part of her beautiful face. My view is obstructed, and that just won’t do. So, I move her long, honey blonde hair and fist it to keep it out of my way. One of the most beautiful sights in this world is my girl pleasuring me with her mouth, going up and down on me. But when she looks up at me with those big green eyes, it fucks me up so bad that I have to stop her right there.
“I’m not coming in your mouth tonight, baby, not after all this time,” I protest because fuck, I need to connect with her in a way I can only accomplish with her skin moving against mine.
The wicked gleam in Rhea’s eyes surprises me. “Your wish is my command.” Two seconds later, she places one knee on either side of my hips, grabs my cock, and sinks down on it.
“Jesus fucking Christ, baby.” I hiss again at the unexpected pleasure, but I’m past being able to stop her.
She settles into a rhythm after a moment, riding me like a cowgirl. Her gorgeous, perky tits are front and center. I take advantage of the easy access, cupping them in both of my hands while she fucks me within an inch of my life. Her hips move back and forth as she grinds on my cock, pulling every ounce of pleasure out of my body. Sex with Rhea has always been fucking fantastic but watching her be so uninhibited like this after all this time apart is like watching her for the first time all over again. Maybe in a way, I am, since this is the first time I can remember seeing her clearly.
How the fuck did I get so goddamn lucky with this woman, not once, but twice?
I lose myself in the rhythm we create together, in the perfect synchronization of two people who've learned to be completely vulnerable with each other.
This is more than pleasure. It’s two souls recognizing one another in our healed states.
“Baby, I can’t take much more,” I confess, hoping she’s also close to her release.
As if I summoned it myself, she throws her head back, closes her eyes, and announces to me and half the village, “Oh, God, Gray. I’m coming.”
Rhea’s tight little pussy clenches around me as she continues moving back and forth at a punishing rate. My girl is so fucking beautiful when she’s crying out in ecstasy. My dick jumps at the sight, and that’s all she wrote. I climb to my release and allow it to obliterate me from the inside out. I come inside Rhea with my hands on her hips, moving her back and forth.
When we finally collapse together, breathless and glowing with unadulterated bliss, I pull her close and marvel at how right this feels. Her head finds its perfect spot on my chest, her finger tracing the dark tattoos around my shoulders and collar bones, and I can feel her heartbeat gradually slowing to match mine.
“That was...” she starts, then trails off with a soft laugh.
“Yeah,” I agree, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “That was.”
We lie in comfortable silence for a while, our bodies cooling in the aftermath, fingers tracing lazy patterns on skin. The Christmas lights from her living room cast a warm glow through the doorway, and I can hear the distant sound of wind in the pine trees outside her window.
