Margot
I’m breathing heavily. My knees are shaking like crazy. If Boone wasn’t holding me, I would fall to the floor.
God, this man has some skills.
Even though he made me come, I need more.
I need more of him.
My pussy is throbbing with the need to have him inside me.
It’s been too long, and to be this close to him again…I can’t wait another second.
I thread one hand into his hair and tug on it. He doesn’t move.
“Boone! I need you. Now. Please.”
He growls, and I gasp.
It’s on.
I grab the top of his jeans and work the button free and slide the zipper down. Boone knocks my hands away to tug the jeans down. He’s not wearing boxers, so his cock springs free.
I only have a second to admire him before he places his hands on my hips.
“Wrap your legs around me baby,” he says.
I do as he says without hesitation.
His erection rubs against my folds once I have my legs secured around him.
We both moan from the pleasure and anticipation of coming together.
My pussy is wet and needy for him.
I can tell he needs me, too, because he’s breathing heavily along with me and he’s rock hard.
Skin to skin, we look into each other’s eyes. This man is the only man I’ve ever been with, and not one day has gone by that I’ve regretted that fact. There’s never been anyone that could come close to measuring up to him or stir a deep desire and passion inside me to give myself, body and soul, to them.
It’s only ever been Boone.
Boone brings his lips to mine. It’s a deep, all-consuming kiss.
He reaches between us to grab his cock, and I feel it at the entrance of my pussy. The sensation causes me to shiver as my body hums with anticipation.
I’ve needed this for the past five years. When Boone and I are together, there is nothing like it.
He slowly slides into me, inch by inch.
Boone touches his forehead to mine and gives a deep moan when he’s fully inside me.
“Jesus Christ, Margot. You feel fucking amazing.”
My only response is to moan in pleasure from him filling me.
It’s been five years, so it takes a second to adjust to his thickness.
Soon, I’m wriggling my hips, wanting him to move. He just groans and enjoys my wriggling for a minute before giving in and beginning to move. He thrusts in and out of my pussy, eliciting shockwaves of pleasure to shoot through my entire body.
It takes a second to find our rhythm, but soon, we’re in sync.
With every thrust, my pussy throbs with pleasure and becomes wetter.
“You’re so damn wet, baby. I love it.”
He starts to pick up speed, like he’s gradually losing control of himself. He’s losing himself in me, causing me to lose myself in us.
Boone leaves one hand on my left hip and raises his other to thread through my hair. Both hands tighten to hold me fiercely.
“Fuck,” he growls against my lips before devouring me.
As he fucks me harder, the shelves in the pantry begin to rattle. Cans and boxes start to fall to the floor. A small bag resting on a shelf at shoulder level tips over and dusts us with a cloud of white flour.
I feel Boone jerk, causing me to open my eyes. Boone is holding a jar in his hand that he caught as it fell off a shelf.
He smirks. “I think we can use this.”
I take a look at the jar and recognize it as a generic brand of hazelnut spread.
He opens the jar, pokes his finger in, and applies a small amount to my nipples.
Oh, god.
Setting the jar down, he licks the hazelnut spread off his finger and then leans down to give my nipples the same treatment.
He licks each one at first and then sucks on them to get all of the chocolatey spread off.
I moan as my nipples tighten in response to the feeling of his mouth on them.
He does this all while still fully seated inside me.
He nips one nipple, and I feel it all the way down in my pussy, which clenches on his cock and elicits a moan from him that vibrates through me.
“Yes! Boone!”
He amps up the intensity of how he’s fucking me again.
I hear glass shatter as a jar slides off a shelf and crashes to the floor. Neither one of us pay any attention to it, though. Nothing matters right now other than reconnecting and immersing ourselves in the ecstasy of it.
I’m on the verge of coming again. My pussy tightens around Boone’s cock, and he loses the last bit of control he has.
It sounds like an earthquake is occurring in the pantry with how hard we are rattling the shelves.
One of my arms shoots out to grab onto one of the shelves behind me, and the other grabs Boone’s head now buried in my neck.
I throw my head back as I start to come.
“Boone!” I scream his name.
With the sound of his name, he starts to come with me.
He lets loose a fierce growl, and I feel a wave of warmth as he comes inside of me.
His head drops to rest on the center of my chest. I cradle his head with both of my hands.
The only sounds heard now is our erratic breathing.
My heart is beating so hard in my chest, it feels like it’s going to burst through my ribs.
We don’t move, basking in the companionable silence.
“That was…amazing,” I say to break the silence. “I don’t remember it being that amazing five years ago.”
“Me neither,” he replies.
He raises his head from my chest to look at me.
“You’re incredible, Margot. So damn beautiful and sexy.”
I don’t say anything. If I do, I’m likely to get choked up.
Instead, I caress his cheek lovingly and gently kiss him, conveying my appreciation for him and the amazing moment we just shared in his pantry.
I would have never imagined a few days ago that Boone would be back in my life and I would be in his arms again. And in a pantry, no less.
My heart has never felt this full in the past five years since we parted ways.
I’m still basking in everything that just happened when I hear a noise coming from outside the pantry.
Boone and I look at each other and hold still like statues for a second before both realizing it’s Amelia walking towards the pantry.
The same pantry that’s in a chaotic mess and where the two of us are half-naked.
Shit!