Page 63 of Aftertaste

Rogan moved fast.

He rolled me onto my back, hovered above me for a moment, then lowered himself gently onto my body. He looked so damn serious that I wasn’t sure he wanted to do this because it was what he was feeling instead of what he feltIneeded.

He traced a finger down my neck, then over the fabric of my tank top before he reached down to pull it off. I felt more exposed than he already had me feeling, but I could feel the warmth starting to radiate down below.

I wanted him.

Ineededhim.

And he was mine for the taking.

“I’ll go slow,” he promised before gently kissing me on my lips. I reached for him instinctively, running my hands back through his hair, letting my fingers get tangled in the mess before I finally returned his kiss. I didn’t want to seem too eager; hell, I shouldn’t have been doing this at all, but my body and my heart knew it was right.

When we finally pulled away from each other, his eyes looked different. Almost like he wanted to devour me whole, but I believed him when he said he would be easy on me because Rogan never lied to me before.

“Sit up.”

He used my hands to pull me toward him, then I watched curiously as he leaned back on the palms of his hands. I raised an eyebrow when he didn’t do anything else, but when the grin I had remembered from so many years ago spread across his handsome face, I knew what to do.

We had practiced this a lot.

After some kissing, sometimes we had a little room for more and Rogan always returned the favor when time allowed it.

I reached for the waistband of his underwear, pulling them off, and letting his cock spring free. Still hard, a little longer and thicker than I remembered it, but I knew it was meant for me.

I moved to my knees, pushed my hair behind my ears, then reached for it. It felt so warm to the touch, already a little sticky pool at the head, and ready for the claiming.

Rogan inhaled sharply when I took the head of his dick into my mouth. I licked away the small bead of precum before I took in more of him. I wanted him to ache for me the way I always did for him. He rested his hand on the back of my head as gently as he could, careful not to be as rough as he could get so soon, and I began to move my mouth up and down his shaft. I made quick work of him because it had been so goddamn long, that when he came after a few skillful sucks, I wasn’t upset.

If anything, I wanted more, so I kept going.

But he pushed me off with a laugh, “Slow down there, Hunter. You’re gonna wear me down before anything substantial happens.”

I looked up at him with a pout and puppy dog eyes. He grinned at me as he pulled me forward and crushed his lips to mine before turning me onto my back again. Rogan pulled my shorts off, then my panties, and pushed my legs open gently. He lowered his face, inhaled deeply, then looked up at me with those hard, blue eyes of his.

“I forgot how fucking good you smell.”

Before I could answer him, he used his tongue to push my pussy lips open. He moved the tip of his tongue to my clit, gave it a playful lick, and I gasped instantly. With a grin that I could feel on his lips, he began to lick and nibble on my sweet spot. I grabbed a fistful of his hair and did my best not to pull it out at the root as he moved his tongue into my pussy. I reached down and began to rub my clit while he continued to fuck me with his tongue.

It was the most amazing thing I had ever felt, and this was definitely different from the last time we had a stolen moment.

I closed my eyes tightly as my body began to shake. I could feel the build-up and knew that sooner rather than later, a million stars were going to explode in the darkness, and I’d be happy again.

But before I had the chance to feel that again, Rogan stopped.

He pulled me down closer to him, got to his knees, yanked his shirt over his head and then reached down for his dick.

“I’ve been waiting for this fucking moment for years,” he breathed in a thick voice as he lowered himself slightly and positioned the head of his dick at my opening. Without another spoken word between us, he slowly began to push himself into me.

The pressure at first was uncomfortable, a little overwhelming, and kind of unnerving. At the moment I was ready to tell him to stop, I felt a warm rush as his dick finally found its way deep inside of me and I gasped.

Rogan pressed his forehead against mine for a moment as he steadied his breathing before he began to gently move his hips. His cock moved in and out of me; slower, then faster, over, and over, until I knew the feeling alone would drive me mad. I always wanted to know what this felt like but never with anyone else.

With a grunt, he pulled out of me, laid on his back, and motioned for me to sit on his cock. Since I had never done this before, I didn’t want to disappoint him, but I did what he asked, and gripped his dick so I could slide down on it.

I rested my hands against his chest as he put his hands on either one of my hips, then began to gently guide me. He moved me back and forth on top of him until I figured out the rhythm and took over.

I moved faster than he did because I wanted that fucking release he had denied me.

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