She looks up at me, her eyes enormous, and licks her lips. “Do you have a … condom?”

I shake my head slowly. She doesn’t understand. She really doesn’t get it. “There has never been anything to come between us, not even a thin film of rubber, and there never will be.”

I see her throat muscles work when she swallows hard. “That’s all right, I’m on the pill, anyway.”

It hurts me to hear that. I’ve seen those other men being mentioned in the press. I blank out the thought. It is beneath me. Unworthy. I don’t give a shit about the other men. They don’t count. How can they? They were the gum she chewed without satisfaction and discarded quickly.

The past doesn’t exist. It is only me and her. It has always been only me and her. A thousand men can enter her body, and it wouldn’t change a thing. She will always be mine. Bound forever. Body, mind, and soul.

I run my finger along her plump bottom lip making her shiver. “You’re not going to fight me, are you?”

She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, then shakes her head.

I reach for a glossy button on her little black jacket. Her body sways towards me. The round buttons slip out of their eyelets easily revealing the expensive silky dress underneath. I’ve never liked her in black and yet I keep seeing her in it. Something about the severity of the style grates on my nerves. I hook my fingers into the modest V neckline and tear it clean down the middle.

She gasps with shock.

Yes, Taylor, I was a boy then. I am a man now. A man who is taking what’s his. She lies on the single bed in her lacy, half-cup white bra and panties. All in white. That surprises me. I look into her eyes.

“What?” she whispers.

My nerve endings fire erratically. The intensity of my desire to pounce on her makes me sweat. Hell, my dick feels like a piece of fucking wood digging into my stomach. I touch her stomach and her warm skin trembles. “Why did you wear white?”

She shrugs coolly, but her eyes slip away from mine. “No reason.”

“Liar,” I mock softly.

Color spreads up her neck and cheeks, and memories come crashing back. Of the first time I took her. Stripping her slowly. The cheap green blouse. The ripped blue jeans. Until she lay in her virginal cotton underwear. I remember confessing I can never resist her in white. Her giggling. ‘So I should always wear white underwear when I want to seduce you?’ Me not giggling, and replying. ‘Without exception.’

I feel my body vibrating with the intensity of my desire.

The bra has a front opening. I unclasp it and free her breasts. They are smaller than I remember. All of her is smaller than I remember. I kneel down and take a pink nipple in my mouth. She gasps, her body arching, her silken thighs falling open.

Through her panties, I savor her heady scent and lick her swollen clit.

“Cole,” she cries.

I kiss and lap at her clothed crotch.

Her hands are clawing at the bedspread. “Take it off,” she says, panting and squirming.

“Tell me how bad you want me to eat you.”

“Don’t make me beg, Cole,” she whines, turning her head from side to side.

Goddamn, but she’s going to beg for it. I lick her pussy again, wetting the blonde curls.

“Oh, yessss,” she hisses, jerking her hips with frustration.

“Tell me you want my hot tongue deep inside you, Taylor.”

She is too lust induced to deny me, or even care what she is saying anymore. Grinding, rubbing, and gyrating her hips restlessly against my mouth, she blindly gasps out, “Yes, please … please, get your tongue inside me. Like before. Deep inside. Eat me out, Cole … eat me out because I need it. It’s been so … so long.”

Her body belongs to me. I have always been able to make it do exactly what I want. I pull to one side the scrap of lace between us. Underneath her pussy is as pink as a rose. Parting the soft folds, I expose her dripping entrance. I thought I was in control, but the sight of her throbbing core drives me wild.

In one smooth movement my tongue dives deep into her eager pussy. She’s right: it’s been so damn long. She has no idea what it means to me to be back inside her again. To enjoy the taste and smell of her. All those painful years of terrible longing fall away as I lap at her nectar, savoring every sweet lick, devouring her.

“Oh, Cole,” she moans again and again.

I feel her thighs begin to quiver and her body arch. She is almost there. I push two fingers inside her. Sweet Jesus! She feels exactly the same. As tight as the first time I slipped a tentative finger into her virgin pussy. I find her g-spot and apply pressure to it while I suck her clit into my mouth.

“Cole,” she groans, as she pushes her throbbing pussy against my flicking tongue.

I feel her body climbing towards her peak. “Cum for me, Taylor. Let me see you break apart.”

Instantly, her back becomes a bow, her legs lock around my head, and her mouth opens in a soundless scream. As wave after wave of pleasure hits her, warm liquid gushes out of her and runs down my mouth and chin. I’ve missed her taste. There is no other woman in the world who tastes like my Taylor. It is a deliciously long climax and I drink down her juices eagerly.

Once her orgasm is entirely wrung out, and her body stops bucking, she touches one side of my face with her fingertips. So gently I can barely feel them as they trace my face, from my jaw up to my cheek.

Her expression takes my breath away. I want to believe it. I know it is truth. This is how she truly feels. Everything else is just bullshit. The fame, the money, the adulation, that’s not real.

I rip away the soaking wet lace before standing to gaze down at her, naked, sated, limp. Her legs are open and her pussy is swollen and still throbbing. I’ve been thinking about her this way as I stroked myself to release for years. I want Taylor’s naked body with every fiber of my being. I’ve always wanted her this way. Never at any time, has there been another woman for me.

Only her.

Her eyes burn into mine and her face has an erotic glow to it. She knows what’s coming and she’s as horny as a woman can get. I unzip my jeans and her eyes drop to my hands.

I smile. “Open up for me, Taylor. Give me a show. Like you used to.”

As I remove my clothes, never taking my eyes off her, she fondles herself while lifting her legs high and straight into the air, then she spreads them wide apart to show me her open pussy.

“Rub your own clit.”

She brings two fingers to her mouth and sucks them in. Memories come flooding back. Fuck, we had it so good and we never even knew. We were so stupid. She brings those wet fingers to her swollen pussy and starts stroking herself. Her thighs are strong from all the grueling tours and stage performances she does, and she keeps the V straight and strong as I position myself between her thighs.

“Hell, Taylor, I’m going to ride you so hard.”

Grabbing my cock, I rub the tip in her wetness before moving to her entrance still glistening with her juices and my saliva. As her pussy clenches tightly around the head of my raw cock, I thrust fully into her, all the fucking way. She cries out, and I lean down and swallow her cry with my mouth. Her lips soften as my tongue sweeps inside her mouth, tasting her.

I lift my head. “Relax. It’s just me, baby. You love my cock, remember?”

“Yes, but go slow.”

“I’ll go as fast as I want and you’ll take it. Ya’ hear me.”

“Yes,” she grunts breathlessly.

“Good, because I remember that your cunt is a greedy little thing and I intend to fill her with my cock all night.”

At my forceful words her pussy squeezes and gushes onto my cock. Nothing has changed. Dirty talk still turns my Taylor on. I start to move in and out, my thrusts quick and shallow, until I feel her body begin to melt and open up for me.

“That’s my girl. Now fuck me back.”

I pull almost completely out of her and slam back in. A loud moan escapes her lips, but her body responds, her hips rise up to meet my plunges. She starts to match my speed as I go faster and faster. Her pussy grips my cock as strongly as a fist every time I withdraw out of her.

“Fuck you feel so good. I’m going to fill you with my cum.”

“Yes,” she whispers. “Yes, I want it.”

We go at it until we are one sweaty, rutting pile of flesh. I feel her body curve and her throat stretch out as she gets close to her climax. It is an invitation. I lean in and bite her neck. That is all it takes. She screams out my name as she falls over the edge. I follow her, my cock pulsing streams of hot seed into her body.