I never imagined it could feel this good to be with someone. But then, of course, it is because it’s her. The one who got away. The one I spent those summers years ago chasing after, and more summers than I care to admit after that—after we drifted apart, after we went our separate ways, she with the hip crowd and me with the sporty one—reminiscing about her. Wishing I hadn’t let us drift apart. Wishing I’d had the guts to make a move when we still talked.

After she left, I gave up. Moved on. But I never forgot about her. The first girl to set me on fire.

Now, out of nowhere, she’s back. Back, and mine at last. And I’ll be damned if I let anyone tear her away from me again.

We’re standing together in the old-fashioned bath of the farm house, the shower steaming hot against our skin. I can’t stop touching her. I lather up my hands with soap, mostly for the excuse, and playfully pin her against the wall as I run my palms down her sides, around to cup her firm, tight ass. Then I drop to my knees in front of her and trace my hands down each of her legs, one after the other, savoring the smooth feeling of her skin under my hands.

“You are so fucking sexy,” I tell her, gazing up at her across the flat plane of her belly, my mouth inches from her tight pussy. The pussy I just finished fucking so hard that her thighs and her mound are still a little red from the force of it.

Sasha grins down at me and runs her hands through my hair, her nails scratching against my scalp, a sensation that sends a pulse all throughout my body, straight down to my cock, where I’m already starting to get hard again just looking at her, touching her.

“You might have mentioned that,” she tells me, a playful little smirk on her lips.

“Well, once clearly wasn’t enough.” I tilt forward to kiss her hip bone, then the side of her stomach, then across her abs, moving closer and closer to her navel even as I murmur against her skin. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to tell you just how fucking gorgeous you are. How I can’t get enough of you.” I flick my tongue into her navel and grin as she shivers against me, forceful enough that I can feel it. I run both hands around the backs of her thighs and grip her tightly, pull her against me. “You make me insatiable, Sasha Bluebell.”

“Only fair,” she whispers as her hands tighten in my hair, and her body tenses, her shoulders leaning back against the wall to brace herself. “Since you drive me wild, Grant Werther.”

“Only fair,” I agree, my smirk widening as I trail my tongue from her navel down toward her shaved mound. She gasps and twists a little when I reach the top of her mound, and I can tell she’s still sensitive from earlier. I’ll have to go easy.

But that’s fine by me. I like taking my time with her. I savor every minute I can get with this woman.

Gently, I pry her legs wider and trace my tongue across her mound. When I reach the crease where her upper thigh meets her hips, I trail my tongue up and down that, waiting until she moans faintly before I shift over to the other side to do the same there. When her hips start to buck against the wall, I bring my hands back to her ass, cupping her tightly, just hard enough to pull her forward a little, make her lean against me, as I duck my head lower to taste her sweet pussy.

I lick along her outer walls first, slow and careful. But she doesn’t tense, doesn’t seem to have any pain. If she’s sore, it’s the good kind of sore, so my slow, gentle licks don’t cause any discomfort. Before long, Sasha’s moaning my name faintly, and when I steal a glance up at her, like I’ve been doing all along because I love this fucking view of this woman, she’s got her eyes closed and her head back, lost in the sensation.

I part her pussy lips with my tongue and lap slowly along her slit from back to front. Fucking hell. She tastes amazing, as always. An addictive, almost sweet flavor that I cannot get enough of.

“Don’t stop,” she murmurs, her breath coming faster now. She doesn’t need to tell me twice.

With a faint growl at the back of my throat, I pin her against the wall, the hot water from the shower still cascading down our shoulders and over our skin, mingling on my lips with her scent and flavor. I lick her faster, my tongue toying along her slit, driving her wild. When she’s bucking against me, and her hands fist so tight in my hair that it makes my eyes water, I push my tongue deeper between her lips. Find the entrance of her pussy and press my tongue inside, as deep as I can.

She cries out faintly, a soft sound that makes my cock throb with lust to hear it. It makes me want to take her again, right here. But not yet. Not until I make her come for me, over and over.

I love the sounds she makes when she comes, the way her pussy tightens, the way her eyes go unfocused and hazy. I love everything about giving her pleasure, and I want to give her as much of that as I can, for as long as I can.

I start to rock back and forth, thrusting my tongue in and out of her pussy, fucking her with my tongue, making it as thick and flat as I can so she feels each push. I’m rewarded with the sight of her belly muscles clenching, the sound of her soft moans. I curl my tongue inside her and drag it down her front inner wall, right across the little nub of her G-spot, and she cries out, still sensitive from earlier. When I clamp my mouth completely over her pussy, my lips touching her clit while I continue to fuck her with my tongue, her knees quiver.

“Fuck, Grant…” But she can’t manage more than that, because I’m already pulling back a little, flicking my tongue up her pussy and across her clit. “I can’t…” Her legs are going even shakier just from my ministrations, so without waiting for her response, I lean back and wrap my hands around her hips. I pull her down beside me easily, then lean her back against the bathtub, pausing to kiss her once, deeply, my tongue in her mouth, so she can taste herself on me.

“I’m not done with you yet,” I promise in a low, certain voice, and I love the way her eyes light up at that, every bit as hungry for me as I am for her.

I slide down the tub, leaving Sasha directly in the warm rush of the shower, lying with her head back on the edge of the tub as I lift her hips to my mouth and start to lick and suck her clit in alternation.

“Right there, fuck, Grant, right…” Sasha reaches for my head again, grips my hair tight and pulls my mouth hard against her pussy. I love that—how hungry she is for me, how much she loves feeling me eat her out.

“I’m gonna come,” she gasps, and that only makes me lick her harder, faster, right over the sensitive spot that I know will set her off.

“Fuck, fuck…” Her words dissolve into faint, wordless cries as she hits her peak. But I don’t stop there. I keep going, lapping at her clit and her lips, alternating between pushing my tongue inside her and swirling it around the hard little nub of her clit until she screams again, her hips bucking.

I lean up and slowly, gently, press my fingertip against her pussy entrance. Work it into her, an inch at a time, all the while watching her face, loving the way she’s flushed with pleasure, her eyes half-closed and glistening with desire.

“Did you like that, naughty girl?” I ask, grinning. I push my finger another inch into her to accentuate the point. Her pussy muscles tighten around me, her mouth parting with want. “You like it when I make you come so hard you scream?” I press my finger the rest of the way into her, twist it gently back and forth so she can feel me in there, stretching her, pulling at her walls. “You like having my finger in your pussy.”

Her eyes lock on mine, though it takes her a moment to catch her breath. “Not… as much… as I like… your cock inside me,” she manages, starting to smile a sly little grin of her own.

I’m already rock hard again by this point, but I smirk at her, because I love making her impatient for me. Even as much as I want to be inside her, fucking her again, I want to draw this out more.

“Being impatient again, City Girl.”

She bucks a little beneath me. In response, I curl my finger and run it along her inner wall, back and forth, right over the spot I know will set her on fire. She gasps, and I laugh softly, enjoying the sight.

“City girls like… things fast,” she replies, trying to shrug.

“Here in the country, you’ll have to get used to a slower pace,” I reply as I add a second finger and slowly press it against her entrance. “We like to enjoy ourselves. Take our time.” I push my second finger into her, and savor her faint gasp, the tightening sensation of her pussy around my thick digits. “We know how to enjoy ourselves.”

“I’ll say,” she breathes. I lean down to kiss her chest, up to her neck, my fingers still buried in her pussy. When I reach her mouth, she grabs me instead and kisses me hard, her tongue slipping between my lips into my mouth, tangling with mine.

I finger her until she comes again, her mouth pressed against mine so I can swallow her gasping cries whole, savor every inch of her body shivering under me and her pussy clenching around my fingers.

Only then do I sit back and pull her upright. The water’s gone lukewarm beside us, but neither of us cares. I pin her against the wall and lift one leg around my waist, wrap it there tight as I press my cock against her pussy, rubbing it back and forth along her slit to coat myself in her juices.

“Tell me what you want,” I whisper against her mouth, and she smiles, the edges of her lips digging into mine.

“I want you to make love to me, Grant Werther,” she whispers, and I swear to God, in that moment, I’m gone.

“Anything you want, it’s yours,” I murmur back. I raise her leg a little higher and slowly press the head of my cock into her entrance. Feel her swell and stretch to accommodate me, and with every inch farther into her that I press, I feel more and more complete. When I’m fully buried inside her, we both pause, our breathing coming hard and fast, our hearts hammering as we stand there, drenched in the shower, in our shower, in the house we share now. I have never felt this complete, this fulfilled.

Sasha bucks against me, impatient as ever, and with a grin, I lift her off the ground entirely and wrap her legs around my waist, her shoulders back against the tile wall. I fuck her until we’re both lost in it, so distracted we don’t even notice the water go cold around us. I’m lost in the feeling of her tight pussy clenching hard around my thick cock, the delicious sensation of being in her, possessing her to the fullest. She’s mine, and I cannot get enough of her.

When I come inside her, I clench her hard against me, my voice hoarse as I groan with pleasure, feeling my cum shoot deep inside her pussy. I fucking love that feeling, the feeling of my seed coating her walls, claiming her, marking her as mine. And I love how much she loves it, her head falling back as she cries out.

When I finally pull out of her, I grin at the hot rush that trickles down her legs, joining the cool water swirling around our ankles in the bathtub now.

“I think we need another shower,” I say, lifting an eyebrow, and she bursts into laughter as I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her into another long, slow kiss.

“I’m fine with that,” she murmurs, arching her hips to press against mine. “Though I think a cold shower is the only way either of us is going to cool off tonight.”

She can say that again, I think, as I reach past her for the soap, to start getting clean all over again. If we can manage it this time…