Page 66 of Once a Month

“I haven’t, either,” I say.

“What?”

“I didn’t come. I’ve been waiting for you, too,” I say.

She turns her head back to me and says, “Really?”

“I wanted to so badly, but I didn’t.”

“Neither did I,” she says.

“Not even with your friends?”

“No,” she says.

“Then, don’t come right now. Let me touch you,” I say.

“I’m rock hard. It won’t take much.”

“Shh,” I say, kissing her lips. “Can you sit up?”

“You’re killing me.”

I laugh a little and move out from behind her when she shifts. Then, I motion for her to lie back and move myself on top of her.

“I’ll make it count, I promise.”

I wait for her to make a dirty comment, but she doesn’t. She just stares up at me and wraps her arms around my neck.

“I really missed you,” she says.

I kiss her slowly, keeping my body up; only our breasts are touching. I know that if I start rolling into her with my hips, she’ll come before I’ve even really touched her. As I kiss her, I think about how much I love kissing her. Her taste, the way her lips move against my own, and the way she kind of nibbles on my lower lip drive me wild, but it all feels intimate. I move my lips all over her body, kissing her everywhere I can while she begins to writhe beneath me and begs me to make her come.

When I lick over her panties, she gasps. I press my lips to the spot and kiss her there. I do it over and over again until she bucks her hips. Then, I sit up and remove my own bra. She stares at my breasts, licking her lips. I hover back over her and drop a nipple into her mouth. She sucks on it, and I rock against her, my sex over her stomach, rubbing against her. I’m not claiming her this time, though. I’m just loving it how good she feels against my core that begs me for release. I move until my other nipple is over her mouth. She sucks as her hands go to my hips, and she helps me move forward and back.

Before she makes me come this way, I lift up and spread her legs with my own. Then, I remove my soaked thong and toss it aside. She tries to sit up, reaches out her hand to touch me, and I gently shove her back down with a smile. I’m on top of her again, rocking slowly against her, my sex pressed to hers.

“You feel so good,” she says.

“How do you want to come first?” I ask, feeling my own orgasm build.

“Like this,” she says. “Just like this.”

She grasps my ass and presses me down harder.

“Yes,” I say.

“Will you come, too?”

“Yes,” I repeat.

I move faster and kiss her as she lifts her hips in time with my thrusts. I can actually feel how hard she is, and it turns me on like crazy. When she comes, it’s softly. It’s so soft, I almost don’t know she’s coming. I come right after that, though, and fall down into her.

“I needed you,” she says.

And she didn’t say she needed that – she said she needed me.

“God, I needed you, too,” I say. “Don’t move.”

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