Page 135 of Not Over You

“When you came home, I panicked. All I wanted was to see you and I knew,” I stop talking again as I turn into my turnaround drive and face her, “Paisley, baby, I knew if I saw you, I would ask you to take me back. I would beg. Beg you to stay with me and give me another chance. I could not do that to you, so.... I used that date as a... tool. To protect you from me being goddamn selfish.”

“What if I asked you to go? What if I told you I wanted you to come with me to the city? Would you have done that then?”

Reaching out, I swipe away a tear from her cheek, hating that she still hurts because of me. I can’t lie to her though. I know I would have hurt her more if I had come to her four years ago. Because I would have asked her to stay for me knowing I would not have agreed to go for her. I was not ready then. Now, I think I could be ready now, if she asked me to go with her.

“No, babe, I would have said no. Not because I didn’t.... didn’t want to be with you. God, you can’t ever think that, Paisley. You were everything to me, the one good thing I did in my life.”

It is the truth, and I won’t ever lie to her again. I let her go all this time doubting how much she meant to me. I won’t do that again, no matter who it hurts. Before I can go on, she launches herself across the console of my truck, fusing her mouth to mine. Not that I would complain about her shutting me up with her sweet tongue.

Lifting her against me, I step from the truck and let her wrap her legs around me. We never stop kissing as I walk her up the steps and across the porch to the front door. I grunt into her mouth when she shimmies her hips, rocking against my hard cock. God, I wanted inside her when I had her in that alley. I almost lost it when she wrapped her little hands around my shaft and started to pump me slowly, teasing me the way only she can.

“Bran,” she moans, tearing her mouth from mine as I close the front door and head for the stairs, “I couldn’t answer you earlier because I don’t know how to but...I don’t want to be without you tonight. Or tomorrow,” she whimpers as I drop onto the stairs, going weak kneed at her words.

“Then you won’t. Lie back, I need to see you again,” I rasp, pulling at her thighs to spread them as I yank at the zipper running up her side. Her dress falls open and she moans, lying back against the stairs, spread wide open for me.

Christ, she is more beautiful than I remember. Her thighs and hips are thicker, her stomach soft, her tits fuller and rounder. All woman. Her nipples are swollen and dusty pink, the left one pierced and the right one circled by a tattoo. I bend, licking at first the piercing and then that tattoo. It’s a line from a song—our song—and I take my time tracing every word.

Her hands push and pull at my clothes, tearing my suit jacket and dress shirt off. Like always, she traces my own tattoos, ones we got together in college, because they match hers. For every ink she put on her skin, I put some too. Dates and song lyrics, moments of our life together.

Imprinted on our skin as if we could ever forget them.

When my chest brushes against her bare tits, she moans, and her thighs start to quiver. I close my mouth around her pierced nipple again, pushing at my pants until I get my cock out. It’s dripping with need, for her, to get inside her and feel her choking me with her orgasm. I need it like I need to breath.

Lining myself up between her thighs, I pull back, watching her folds part for my thickness to spread her open. It’s so hot I almost come just watching her pretty pinkness welcome my cock. But I am so close to the edge I know I won’t last once I get inside her. I owe her more than that after all this time.

“Bran, baby, please,” she coos so softly, I almost push right inside her and give her what we both want.

Not before I make her come. Not before I please her. Taste her on my tongue and hear those breathy sounds she gives me when she comes for me. Just thinking of her coming for anyone else makes me enraged. I drop down between her thighs, sliding down a few steps, and lift those creamy legs atop my shoulders.

“Oh, yes,” she shouts, her hands curling in my hair, tugging and twisting as her hips circle, “don’t stop.”

I smirk against her pussy as I wiggle my tongue over her clit, loving how responsive she is to me. Just me. My girl doesn’t get this hot for anyone else. Sucking her clit into my mouth, I bite down and chuckle when she curses and bucks her hips. Her thighs tremble on my shoulders so I know she’s close, but I am just getting started with her.

Licking and sucking at her, I bite and pet her clit with my tongue, stopping each time she gets close to coming. I spear my tongue inside her tightness and fuck her with it, my hands gripping her plump ass, my thumbs rubbing at her tight puckered hole. By the time she is sweating and shaking, I have edged her for so long she is greedy, fucking her pussy into my mouth and begging me to let her come.

“Go ahead, honey,” I husk as I suck at her, licking her open and shoving my tongue inside her so I can suck down every drop of her.

“Oh, my hell! Bran!” her raspy shout echoes in the quiet and makes me so hard it hurts.

When she floods me with her cream, I suck lewdly, wanting to drown in her sweetness. I suckle and lick like a starved man until she comes a second time, shaking and rocking her pussy against my tongue. Before she stops pulsing from her orgasm, I pull back and move my body over her, our clothes strewn across the stairs.

Lacing our fingers together, I pin her arms on the stair above her as I start to push inside her. She is so tight it’s almost painful at first. Still vibrating with her orgasm, she moans and spreads her thighs wider, pushing her hips, wanting to take me deep. I wait until her eyes meet mine before I thrust home, both of us shuddering as I get balls deep inside of her.

“Oh fuck,” I hiss as I work my hips slowly, watching each drag of my cock pulling out of her, and how greedily her pussy sucks me back in. “It’s so fucking pretty, baby. Watching that pussy take my cock. Fuck, Pais. So goddamn pretty taking me.”

We’re sweaty and messy, claw marks from her nails down my back and my fingerprints bruising her hips. But we’re good messy. It’s hungry and needy but with her, it’s always so much more than primal need. When I am inside her, I feel like I am where I belong. I don’t belong anywhere else and I'm never going to deny that again.

“Bran, don’t stop,” she moans as she throws her head back, her tits bouncing as I fuck her hard and fast, “don’t stop. Don’t....yes.... yes.... just like that, harder. Harder, baby.”

Gritting my teeth, I keep her hands pinned on the stair above her, as my other hand drops to grip her ass. I lift her, angling her so I am hitting her clit and her g-spot at the same time. Her eyes cross and she arches her back, giving me those sexy little sounds that I love. Panting, whimpering, moaning, and chanting my name.

“Need you to get there, babe. I need you to come on my cock, I need to feel it again,” I hiss, lowering to kiss her and when she smiles against my mouth, I almost blow.

“Come inside me,” she begs, “I want to feel it too. There’s been.... it’s only been you, Bran,” she whispers and my heart stops for a moment. I pull back and look into her eyes, but I already know she’s telling the truth.

“Fuck. Me too, baby, it’s only been you. Fuck. Goddamn I'm going to fill you up. Get it deep right the fuck where it belongs,” I grunt as I throw my hips faster, harder, pounding into her as she arches off the stairs and lifts her head. I bend to meet her, kissing her hard as she starts to come. I last just a few pumps before I jerk inside of her, filling her just like I said I would.

Rolling us so I don’t crush her, I bring her astride me on the stairs. I almost laugh at what a trashy scene we make. Clothes litter the entry way, the air smells of sex and sweat, and we could not even make it up the stairs before I got inside her. But I don’t care. I like that we still need each other the way we always did.

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