Oh come on, like you really believed I wouldn't go there at some point? 
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Chapter 18
Her eyes slid up to meet his and he looked back at her.
Their gaze was hot and intense; desperate and raw. He didn't move and neither did she.
"I," David blew out after a few seconds, "I didn't know," He words were low rough as they pushed out of his throat, "I didn't know," He repeated softly shaking his head; needing her to know that he was telling the truth; that none of his was what he wanted.
She blew out soft a breath and her eyes fluttered as she nodded, "I know," She gasped, taking a step toward him, "Oh god, I know," She blew out through a tear filled gasp the million different emotions she'd had boiling inside for over a year exploding out into her words.
He watched her take another step. Watched her close the distance between them. Watched her eyes open and then move to meet his. He watched her lean up on her toes, as her hands shot up to his face., "I know," She whispered a few tears managing to fall against her cheeks. She placed her palms against his cheeks, and lowered his lips down to meet hers.
And she kissed him.
He blew an almost painful gasp into her lips and melted against her, a year of anger, pain and heartache exploding into her lips. His arms slid around her waist, palms gliding against the soft cotton of the t-shirt she was wearing, as he pushed her closer.
She parted her lips and tipped her head back, her body and soul demanding his tongue. It wasn't soft or sweet. There was nothing slow or delicate about any of this, and she didn't want to be. She wanted to feel him, touch him, taste him, in every inch of her body and soul. She needed him.
His growl of her name was low and hard and vibrated through her lips and shot down her body. His fingers gripped against her shirt, as his lips pulled and tugged against hers. His tongue dipped out from between his lips; tracing over her lips, tasting the salty mix of her tears and the sweetness of her lipstick.
Her own lips moved hard an fast as she tried to consume him. Lose herself in the heat and peace that came from the feel of his body pressed against hers. She could never put into words how much she'd missed him.
He pulled at her shirt and her hands slid from his cheeks, fingertips gripping against his jacket as she pushed it over his shoulders. They were reckless and uneven, mouths hard and hot as they moved against each other. The kiss was deep and bruising, his tongue deep in her mouth even as he sucked at her lips.
He shrugged free of his jacket, and gripped at the hemline of his shirt. They managed to tear their lips apart long enough for him to pull the shirt over her head. She blew a desperate moan into his mouth and pushed her body against his, needing to feel the heat from his skin against hers.
His mouth tore from hers, in desperate need of her skin. He lined kisses along her jaw line and sucked at the top of her neck, even as he moved to spin them around.
She let out a hard cry of his name when he back her up against the door, his lips never breaking contact with her skin. Her head tipped back against the door, and she gripped at his shirt, fingers tugging at the buttons.
His lips glided down her throat, tongue pushed out between them as he trailed hot, wet and reckless as he moved down her neck.
She gasped for air and moaned his name and tugged at the buttons, sending them flying open in one hard pull.
"Fuck," He grunted, his words muffled by the mouthful of skin he was sucking on. Her skin was softer and she tasted better then he remembered. He wanted to crawl under her skin and stay there forever, if it meant that this would never end. He stopped his lips long enough to shrug his jacket off, before resuming his lips position just above her breast bone.
Her body moved and pushed against him, needing him all over and everywhere. Her fingers pressed against his bare skin, nails digging into his chest as she pushed out hard gaps of his name.
His lips pressed against the top of her right breast, moving and sucking. His palms burned against her stomach as they glided upwards, fingertips dancing their way toward the front clasp of her bar. He blew her name into the curve at that top of her right breast, his tongue sliding against the soft skin as he proceeded to brand her as his.
She trembled under his touch, her body springing to life with every move of his fingers and lips. She gulped in a hard breath of air when his fingers found the clasp of her bra, sensation almost to much to bare.
He popped the clasp with quick deft fingers. Her breasts spilled into his suddenly greedy hands and he nipped at her skin in response His lips skimmed along the curve of her right breast, tongue tracing behind.
She moaned his name and tipped her head back, chest pushing out to meet his hands and lips.
Her nipples were hard when his fingers found them, forcing a guttural grunt moan out of this throat. His hands were greedy and needy, squeezing and kneading, finger tips rolling and flicking. His lips were just as greedy, sliding and sucking, tongue painted between his lips as he neared her right nipple.
She was blowing out hard breaths, trying to steady herself as she pushed her chest closer to his hands, closer to his mouth, closer to his tongue, needing him faster and harder, and now. She scrapped at his chest, nails sliding and pushing against his skin as she tried to lose herself to him.
He pushed against her, his hips driving hard into hers.
She knew he wanted her, his lips and hands gave him away, but it was the hot, hard insistent need she felt in his cock as it strained against his jeans that sent a rush of heat between her thighs. "Oh god," She whimpered, peeling her hands off his chest so that she could grasp the waistband of his pants.
"Erica," He blew into her skin, lips sliding near her nipple.
She popped the button quickly, her fingers skilled as moved onto the button.
He mumbled into her nipple, lips closing around it.
She pushed out hard breath that was part moan, part cry of his name and arched her back, even as her fingers eased open his zipper.
His lips curled around her nipple, and he drew it into his mouth, sucking the sensitive peak into his lips.
"Oh god," She whimpered, nodding against the door, "Yes," She cried, arching hard against his mouth.
He blew her name into her nipple, pulling the already alive skin between his teeth.
"Please," She murmured, so close to being lost to sensation that she ached to let go. She pushed at his pants, trying to work them over his hips, trying to slid her hand inside.
His hips thrust against her, trying to slide her hand where he needed it most. He'd had sex with Anna a few times, and it was always good, always a release he needed. But this, this was like nothing he'd ever experienced and he never would again.
She pushed at his pants, finally sending them over his thighs. Her fingertips dipped inside his box briefs almost instantly and she ran a few lit fingertips down the length of him.
He tensed on top of her and moaned into her breast, as he slid his hips against her hand.
"David," She blew out, tugging at the hemline of his boxer briefs now. As amazing as his lips were, as good as his fingers felt against her skin, she'd been aching for this moment for over a year, and she couldn't wait any longer.
He blew a hard yes into her breast and moved his right hand, sliding it down her stomach so that he could grasp the waistline of her jeans.
She didn't even feel him pull open the buttons or slide open her zipper, until his fingers dipped inside her panties. "David," She blew out again, "please."
"Soon," He agreed lips off her skin now as he released her breast and began his lips on a maddening descent down her stomach.
She gasped out a hard cry of his name and leaned into his lips, one hand sliding off him so that she could slide her fingers into his hair.
"Mmm," He blew into her stomach, lips peppering barely there kisses against her flesh, while his hands pushed at her jeans and panties.
She gulped in a hard, shallow breaths, her eyes fluttering as she leaned back against the door.
He edged her jeans over her hips, and tugged her panties down, his lips blowing a wet kiss into her navel. He wanted nothing more then to lose himself inside of her, but he'd waited a year, he could wait a few minutes more. Right now, he was desperate to touch her, taste her, be as close to her as he could get.
"David," She moaned, leaning into his lips and his hands as her fingers matted in his hair.
He slide his right hand over her hips, dipping his fingertips just barely between her thighs.
Her body lurched forward and she cried his name into the otherwise silent room, her hips sliding against his fingertips.
He flicked his eyes up to see her face, watch her head flip back against the door, watching her draw her bottom lip between her teeth as she fought back a scream, and he fell in love with her again. "Fuck," He grunted, his fingers playing against the wet heat he found there.
"Oh god," She whimpered, parting her thighs just enough for him to edge slid his finger closer.
He pressed a kiss against her hip bone, teeth trailing over the tingling skin as he lowered himself to his knees, his hand sliding further between her thighs.
"Oh my god, David," She panted, low and hard as he eased a fingertip inside of her. She swore she saw stars behind her closed eyes. Swore she felt the earth move under her feet. The way he touched her, the way he made her feel when he touched her, he loved her more the anyone ever bad.
"I missed this spot," He garbled against the top of her right thigh, feeling her shudder under him as he pushed his finger deeper.
"God, please," She chocked out, pressing closer to his hands and lips.
"And this spot," He growled into the curve of her thigh as he pushed his finger deeper. He thought he heard her push out a breathy fuck of her own when his tongue began a slow trail to the inside of her thigh, but he couldn't be sure because all of her words were running together as she pushed out hard breaths.
She gripped at his hair, hand sliding against his head she tried to move his lips closer to where she wanted them.
"Soon," He breathed again, lips stuck to the inside of her thigh, while his finger eased out slowly, and then pushed back, just barely inside.
She tried to tell him she loved him. Tried to tell him she missed him. Tried to tell him what his meant to her. Tried to tell him anything that would convey how much the last year had cost her, but is hands and lips took all her words and melted them into a wave of heat and desire that brought every nerve in her to life. God she loved this man.
His finger moved in and out, slow and hard, his lips still pressed against the inside of her thigh. He was driving her mad, he knew he was, and it he didn't care. He'd been away from her, unable to touch her, kiss her, for over a year and as hurried as this was, and as much as he wanted her, he needed to fell her in all parts of his body. He eased his finger out, and before she protest the loss of contact, he slid his tongue against her, easing the ache his finger left.
She moaned and threw her head back against the door, back arched high and hard against him. Her fingers gripped and tugged at in his hair, as she tried to push him closer, slide his lips.
He blew a hard breath against her and she cried his name, her breath catching in her throat as his tongue eased inside.
His lips sucked softly and his tongue pushed into her, keeping the same, slow, fluid, yet hard pace that his finger had.
She moaned and murmured his name, her body arched hard against him. She could hardly breath and every sense in her body tingled with life. She wanted him to stay right where he was, bring her the kind of pleasure that only he could, but she needed more, need him, here and now. She blew out a shaky breath and slid her other hand off the door, where nails had been gripping against it and moved it too to the back of his head. She forced her body back, peeling his lips free from her.
He was about to protest, about to ask her what the hell she was doing when he felt her pulling up. He was on his feet before he knew it, and she pulling him back to her, back to her lips.
Sometimes it felt like she'd never been kissed before David and this time was no different. She kissed him hard and deep, lips already parted as she sought out his tongue. Her hands were busy gripping the edge of his pants so that she could finally work them over his hips. She didn't want to wait any more she couldn't.
He managed to peel his lips away from hers long enough to be sure this is what she wanted, "Not here," He breathed against her lips, her own demanding and needy and refusing to let his go.
"Right here," She mumbled into his mouth, "To long," She said against his mouth, her words lost in his lips.
"Not here," He tried again, but she was insistent and stubborn, and so ready she almost feel him inside of here.
"Please, David," She pushed into his lips in a hard breath, her hands shoving at his pants, "…need you," She told him, as firmly as she could manage with her lips still tangled up in his.
That was all it took, her desperate, needy, raw, love filled words of need to send him over the edge. He pushed against her, hard and hot, letting his hips press against her hand and her own hips.
"God," She moaned, feeling him hard and hot against her hands as she worked the offending garments out of her way.
His tongue dove deep in her mouth now, not needing anymore words or assurances. He let a hand slid around her back, and moved the other one down to her right thigh, so he could raise her leg against his waist, allow them both better leverage.
She didn't hesitant for eve a second before leaning into him and his movements.
He blew a strangled grunt into her mouth when her leg curved around his waist and her heel tapped against his almost bare ass.
She pushed his pants and boxer briefs off and tore her lips from his, her head falling backward as she moved her hand against him. "Missed….oh…god…you," She managed to get out, despite the fact that his lips were attacking her neck with hard sucking kisses, while his hips were thrusting into her hand and her own hips.
He mumbled something against her neck, teeth scrapping against the sensitive flesh, as he lifted her up just off her feet and pulled her against him, his nails digging into her thigh," Me too," He grunted, feeling her trembling under him as he moved to get situated between her thighs.
She drew in a hard breath, arched her back, and tipped her against the door, as he moved his cock against her. "Oh…god…David," She half purred half chanted as the head of dick teased against her, "Please," She begged, her entire body shaking with anticipation.
He peeled his lips off her neck, and forced his eyes up, shooting them up to her face, which was twisted into the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen, "I love you," He blew out through a hard breath, the force of his words making him tremble against her.
"Always," She added, sliding her hips against his cock, trying to push him inside of her, end this torture, "Oh, god, always," She cried when he finally pushed into her.
His lips pressed against her throat, sucking and scrapping in perfect rhythm with his pushes into her. He wanted to go slow, he wanted to show her that he loved her, but she was all over him, surrounding him and consuming and all he could manage to do was push into her, again and again.
She arched her back and squirmed under him, sliding her body closer and driving her hips against his. Her words were hard mix of his name and what he thought was "oh god" and "yes" as she kept up his fiery pace.
His nails dug into her skin as his hand moved around to cup her ass, needing the leverage to draw her closer. He leaned against the hand he had on the door and pushed hard and fast.
"Yes," She cried hard an deep, her body flaying recklessly against his own, "don't…oh…don't…yes…" She chorused in tune with his mindless thrusts in and out of her. Any other night she would have wanted slow and filled with love. But this wasn't any night. She hadn't been touched by him in over a year and she needed all he could give her. And right now that fast, rough and raw.
He pushed in hard over and over, pulling out with the same fast pace, desperate to be back inside of her. "Fuck," He grunted into her throat over and over again, almost losing his control when she raised herself higher off the ground so that she could take him deeper harder.
"Never stop," She told him through a shaky, almost inaudible breath, "Never stop."
He couldn't take it anymore. Her voice. Her tone. Her throaty, raw, commands for him to never stop loving her were to much for him to bare. "Fuck, Erica," He pushed out, baring down on his hand against the door and sinking his fingernails into her ass as his orgasm threatened to send him spinning out of control.
She felt him tight against her, felt his body go rigid, heard his breath catch and felt him baring down, knowing that meant he was dancing on the same edge she was. "It's okay," She breathed, nodding as she moved against him, sliding him and out hard and fast, "I'm here," She promised, "Right here," Her words softened slightly and she felt tears behind her eyelids, "Oh god David, I'm here."
He forced out a hard cry of her name and went spinning over the edge. He was deep inside of he when he finally came, hard and hot, crying her name into her throat has he emptied into her.
She choked back a breath, and a sob, and dug her nails into his back, the force of him coming against her was more then she could bare, and she finally followed her own advice and let go. His name strung off her lips over and over again as her body lost itself to hard, fast, shudders as she surrendered to her release.
To be continued….
Hope you like and hope it was worth the wait.
Chapter 18
Her eyes slid up to meet his and he looked back at her.
Their gaze was hot and intense; desperate and raw. He didn't move and neither did she.
"I," David blew out after a few seconds, "I didn't know," He words were low rough as they pushed out of his throat, "I didn't know," He repeated softly shaking his head; needing her to know that he was telling the truth; that none of his was what he wanted.
She blew out soft a breath and her eyes fluttered as she nodded, "I know," She gasped, taking a step toward him, "Oh god, I know," She blew out through a tear filled gasp the million different emotions she'd had boiling inside for over a year exploding out into her words.
He watched her take another step. Watched her close the distance between them. Watched her eyes open and then move to meet his. He watched her lean up on her toes, as her hands shot up to his face., "I know," She whispered a few tears managing to fall against her cheeks. She placed her palms against his cheeks, and lowered his lips down to meet hers.
And she kissed him.
He blew an almost painful gasp into her lips and melted against her, a year of anger, pain and heartache exploding into her lips. His arms slid around her waist, palms gliding against the soft cotton of the t-shirt she was wearing, as he pushed her closer.
She parted her lips and tipped her head back, her body and soul demanding his tongue. It wasn't soft or sweet. There was nothing slow or delicate about any of this, and she didn't want to be. She wanted to feel him, touch him, taste him, in every inch of her body and soul. She needed him.
His growl of her name was low and hard and vibrated through her lips and shot down her body. His fingers gripped against her shirt, as his lips pulled and tugged against hers. His tongue dipped out from between his lips; tracing over her lips, tasting the salty mix of her tears and the sweetness of her lipstick.
Her own lips moved hard an fast as she tried to consume him. Lose herself in the heat and peace that came from the feel of his body pressed against hers. She could never put into words how much she'd missed him.
He pulled at her shirt and her hands slid from his cheeks, fingertips gripping against his jacket as she pushed it over his shoulders. They were reckless and uneven, mouths hard and hot as they moved against each other. The kiss was deep and bruising, his tongue deep in her mouth even as he sucked at her lips.
He shrugged free of his jacket, and gripped at the hemline of his shirt. They managed to tear their lips apart long enough for him to pull the shirt over her head. She blew a desperate moan into his mouth and pushed her body against his, needing to feel the heat from his skin against hers.
His mouth tore from hers, in desperate need of her skin. He lined kisses along her jaw line and sucked at the top of her neck, even as he moved to spin them around.
She let out a hard cry of his name when he back her up against the door, his lips never breaking contact with her skin. Her head tipped back against the door, and she gripped at his shirt, fingers tugging at the buttons.
His lips glided down her throat, tongue pushed out between them as he trailed hot, wet and reckless as he moved down her neck.
She gasped for air and moaned his name and tugged at the buttons, sending them flying open in one hard pull.
"Fuck," He grunted, his words muffled by the mouthful of skin he was sucking on. Her skin was softer and she tasted better then he remembered. He wanted to crawl under her skin and stay there forever, if it meant that this would never end. He stopped his lips long enough to shrug his jacket off, before resuming his lips position just above her breast bone.
Her body moved and pushed against him, needing him all over and everywhere. Her fingers pressed against his bare skin, nails digging into his chest as she pushed out hard gaps of his name.
His lips pressed against the top of her right breast, moving and sucking. His palms burned against her stomach as they glided upwards, fingertips dancing their way toward the front clasp of her bar. He blew her name into the curve at that top of her right breast, his tongue sliding against the soft skin as he proceeded to brand her as his.
She trembled under his touch, her body springing to life with every move of his fingers and lips. She gulped in a hard breath of air when his fingers found the clasp of her bra, sensation almost to much to bare.
He popped the clasp with quick deft fingers. Her breasts spilled into his suddenly greedy hands and he nipped at her skin in response His lips skimmed along the curve of her right breast, tongue tracing behind.
She moaned his name and tipped her head back, chest pushing out to meet his hands and lips.
Her nipples were hard when his fingers found them, forcing a guttural grunt moan out of this throat. His hands were greedy and needy, squeezing and kneading, finger tips rolling and flicking. His lips were just as greedy, sliding and sucking, tongue painted between his lips as he neared her right nipple.
She was blowing out hard breaths, trying to steady herself as she pushed her chest closer to his hands, closer to his mouth, closer to his tongue, needing him faster and harder, and now. She scrapped at his chest, nails sliding and pushing against his skin as she tried to lose herself to him.
He pushed against her, his hips driving hard into hers.
She knew he wanted her, his lips and hands gave him away, but it was the hot, hard insistent need she felt in his cock as it strained against his jeans that sent a rush of heat between her thighs. "Oh god," She whimpered, peeling her hands off his chest so that she could grasp the waistband of his pants.
"Erica," He blew into her skin, lips sliding near her nipple.
She popped the button quickly, her fingers skilled as moved onto the button.
He mumbled into her nipple, lips closing around it.
She pushed out hard breath that was part moan, part cry of his name and arched her back, even as her fingers eased open his zipper.
His lips curled around her nipple, and he drew it into his mouth, sucking the sensitive peak into his lips.
"Oh god," She whimpered, nodding against the door, "Yes," She cried, arching hard against his mouth.
He blew her name into her nipple, pulling the already alive skin between his teeth.
"Please," She murmured, so close to being lost to sensation that she ached to let go. She pushed at his pants, trying to work them over his hips, trying to slid her hand inside.
His hips thrust against her, trying to slide her hand where he needed it most. He'd had sex with Anna a few times, and it was always good, always a release he needed. But this, this was like nothing he'd ever experienced and he never would again.
She pushed at his pants, finally sending them over his thighs. Her fingertips dipped inside his box briefs almost instantly and she ran a few lit fingertips down the length of him.
He tensed on top of her and moaned into her breast, as he slid his hips against her hand.
"David," She blew out, tugging at the hemline of his boxer briefs now. As amazing as his lips were, as good as his fingers felt against her skin, she'd been aching for this moment for over a year, and she couldn't wait any longer.
He blew a hard yes into her breast and moved his right hand, sliding it down her stomach so that he could grasp the waistline of her jeans.
She didn't even feel him pull open the buttons or slide open her zipper, until his fingers dipped inside her panties. "David," She blew out again, "please."
"Soon," He agreed lips off her skin now as he released her breast and began his lips on a maddening descent down her stomach.
She gasped out a hard cry of his name and leaned into his lips, one hand sliding off him so that she could slide her fingers into his hair.
"Mmm," He blew into her stomach, lips peppering barely there kisses against her flesh, while his hands pushed at her jeans and panties.
She gulped in a hard, shallow breaths, her eyes fluttering as she leaned back against the door.
He edged her jeans over her hips, and tugged her panties down, his lips blowing a wet kiss into her navel. He wanted nothing more then to lose himself inside of her, but he'd waited a year, he could wait a few minutes more. Right now, he was desperate to touch her, taste her, be as close to her as he could get.
"David," She moaned, leaning into his lips and his hands as her fingers matted in his hair.
He slide his right hand over her hips, dipping his fingertips just barely between her thighs.
Her body lurched forward and she cried his name into the otherwise silent room, her hips sliding against his fingertips.
He flicked his eyes up to see her face, watch her head flip back against the door, watching her draw her bottom lip between her teeth as she fought back a scream, and he fell in love with her again. "Fuck," He grunted, his fingers playing against the wet heat he found there.
"Oh god," She whimpered, parting her thighs just enough for him to edge slid his finger closer.
He pressed a kiss against her hip bone, teeth trailing over the tingling skin as he lowered himself to his knees, his hand sliding further between her thighs.
"Oh my god, David," She panted, low and hard as he eased a fingertip inside of her. She swore she saw stars behind her closed eyes. Swore she felt the earth move under her feet. The way he touched her, the way he made her feel when he touched her, he loved her more the anyone ever bad.
"I missed this spot," He garbled against the top of her right thigh, feeling her shudder under him as he pushed his finger deeper.
"God, please," She chocked out, pressing closer to his hands and lips.
"And this spot," He growled into the curve of her thigh as he pushed his finger deeper. He thought he heard her push out a breathy fuck of her own when his tongue began a slow trail to the inside of her thigh, but he couldn't be sure because all of her words were running together as she pushed out hard breaths.
She gripped at his hair, hand sliding against his head she tried to move his lips closer to where she wanted them.
"Soon," He breathed again, lips stuck to the inside of her thigh, while his finger eased out slowly, and then pushed back, just barely inside.
She tried to tell him she loved him. Tried to tell him she missed him. Tried to tell him what his meant to her. Tried to tell him anything that would convey how much the last year had cost her, but is hands and lips took all her words and melted them into a wave of heat and desire that brought every nerve in her to life. God she loved this man.
His finger moved in and out, slow and hard, his lips still pressed against the inside of her thigh. He was driving her mad, he knew he was, and it he didn't care. He'd been away from her, unable to touch her, kiss her, for over a year and as hurried as this was, and as much as he wanted her, he needed to fell her in all parts of his body. He eased his finger out, and before she protest the loss of contact, he slid his tongue against her, easing the ache his finger left.
She moaned and threw her head back against the door, back arched high and hard against him. Her fingers gripped and tugged at in his hair, as she tried to push him closer, slide his lips.
He blew a hard breath against her and she cried his name, her breath catching in her throat as his tongue eased inside.
His lips sucked softly and his tongue pushed into her, keeping the same, slow, fluid, yet hard pace that his finger had.
She moaned and murmured his name, her body arched hard against him. She could hardly breath and every sense in her body tingled with life. She wanted him to stay right where he was, bring her the kind of pleasure that only he could, but she needed more, need him, here and now. She blew out a shaky breath and slid her other hand off the door, where nails had been gripping against it and moved it too to the back of his head. She forced her body back, peeling his lips free from her.
He was about to protest, about to ask her what the hell she was doing when he felt her pulling up. He was on his feet before he knew it, and she pulling him back to her, back to her lips.
Sometimes it felt like she'd never been kissed before David and this time was no different. She kissed him hard and deep, lips already parted as she sought out his tongue. Her hands were busy gripping the edge of his pants so that she could finally work them over his hips. She didn't want to wait any more she couldn't.
He managed to peel his lips away from hers long enough to be sure this is what she wanted, "Not here," He breathed against her lips, her own demanding and needy and refusing to let his go.
"Right here," She mumbled into his mouth, "To long," She said against his mouth, her words lost in his lips.
"Not here," He tried again, but she was insistent and stubborn, and so ready she almost feel him inside of here.
"Please, David," She pushed into his lips in a hard breath, her hands shoving at his pants, "…need you," She told him, as firmly as she could manage with her lips still tangled up in his.
That was all it took, her desperate, needy, raw, love filled words of need to send him over the edge. He pushed against her, hard and hot, letting his hips press against her hand and her own hips.
"God," She moaned, feeling him hard and hot against her hands as she worked the offending garments out of her way.
His tongue dove deep in her mouth now, not needing anymore words or assurances. He let a hand slid around her back, and moved the other one down to her right thigh, so he could raise her leg against his waist, allow them both better leverage.
She didn't hesitant for eve a second before leaning into him and his movements.
He blew a strangled grunt into her mouth when her leg curved around his waist and her heel tapped against his almost bare ass.
She pushed his pants and boxer briefs off and tore her lips from his, her head falling backward as she moved her hand against him. "Missed….oh…god…you," She managed to get out, despite the fact that his lips were attacking her neck with hard sucking kisses, while his hips were thrusting into her hand and her own hips.
He mumbled something against her neck, teeth scrapping against the sensitive flesh, as he lifted her up just off her feet and pulled her against him, his nails digging into her thigh," Me too," He grunted, feeling her trembling under him as he moved to get situated between her thighs.
She drew in a hard breath, arched her back, and tipped her against the door, as he moved his cock against her. "Oh…god…David," She half purred half chanted as the head of dick teased against her, "Please," She begged, her entire body shaking with anticipation.
He peeled his lips off her neck, and forced his eyes up, shooting them up to her face, which was twisted into the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen, "I love you," He blew out through a hard breath, the force of his words making him tremble against her.
"Always," She added, sliding her hips against his cock, trying to push him inside of her, end this torture, "Oh, god, always," She cried when he finally pushed into her.
His lips pressed against her throat, sucking and scrapping in perfect rhythm with his pushes into her. He wanted to go slow, he wanted to show her that he loved her, but she was all over him, surrounding him and consuming and all he could manage to do was push into her, again and again.
She arched her back and squirmed under him, sliding her body closer and driving her hips against his. Her words were hard mix of his name and what he thought was "oh god" and "yes" as she kept up his fiery pace.
His nails dug into her skin as his hand moved around to cup her ass, needing the leverage to draw her closer. He leaned against the hand he had on the door and pushed hard and fast.
"Yes," She cried hard an deep, her body flaying recklessly against his own, "don't…oh…don't…yes…" She chorused in tune with his mindless thrusts in and out of her. Any other night she would have wanted slow and filled with love. But this wasn't any night. She hadn't been touched by him in over a year and she needed all he could give her. And right now that fast, rough and raw.
He pushed in hard over and over, pulling out with the same fast pace, desperate to be back inside of her. "Fuck," He grunted into her throat over and over again, almost losing his control when she raised herself higher off the ground so that she could take him deeper harder.
"Never stop," She told him through a shaky, almost inaudible breath, "Never stop."
He couldn't take it anymore. Her voice. Her tone. Her throaty, raw, commands for him to never stop loving her were to much for him to bare. "Fuck, Erica," He pushed out, baring down on his hand against the door and sinking his fingernails into her ass as his orgasm threatened to send him spinning out of control.
She felt him tight against her, felt his body go rigid, heard his breath catch and felt him baring down, knowing that meant he was dancing on the same edge she was. "It's okay," She breathed, nodding as she moved against him, sliding him and out hard and fast, "I'm here," She promised, "Right here," Her words softened slightly and she felt tears behind her eyelids, "Oh god David, I'm here."
He forced out a hard cry of her name and went spinning over the edge. He was deep inside of he when he finally came, hard and hot, crying her name into her throat has he emptied into her.
She choked back a breath, and a sob, and dug her nails into his back, the force of him coming against her was more then she could bare, and she finally followed her own advice and let go. His name strung off her lips over and over again as her body lost itself to hard, fast, shudders as she surrendered to her release.
To be continued….
That was a pretty hot reunion if I do say so myself and I don't think they
minded either! LMAO
