When I went to B’s place, I hadn’t exactly planned on doing this. But when I was so close to him, I just had to have him. And making him kneel between my knees sounded like a good idea, but when he was there, my mind just blanked, not sure what to do next. But his wolfish grin made me realize that I shouldn’t have worried, and when he dove under my skirt...

That was insane. That was so out of this world. Sure, we’ve done our fair share of experimental things, but this was way hotter than I’d imagined it. On his knees, as he licked me, as he brought me to pleasure. I just couldn’t help myself, and when he pulled back, I just had to kiss him.

Fuck.

My body is going insane. I need more, I want to give him this much pleasure too.

His arms around me are strong, solid, holding me tight. But I need so much more. I don’t think you realize how much you miss someone until you have them back in your arms.

I start tugging on B’s shirt, trying to get it off him. I want to touch him, skin to skin. I need to feel him.

B lets out a low chuckle, which makes my insides clench again, filling me with more need. “Let’s do that somewhere else.” He gets up, pulling me with him.

First, I think that he’s bringing me to his bedroom, but instead, we go to the small bathroom. He pulls me inside and closes the door, pushing me back against it, his body flush against mine.

His eyes are dark, filled with so much lust. “You can’t imagine how much I want you.” He grabs the hem of his shirts and pulls it off in one go, exposing his amazing body, the tattoos moving with every tightening of his muscles. Then he pulls at the hem of my shirt. “But we need to get you out of all of this first.” He licks his lips as he looks at me.

I nod, not sure I can trust my voice at the moment, it’s just too... Wow.

He pulls at the hem of my shirt, pulling it off me, and as soon as it’s away, his hands are on my bra, cupping my boobs. “Fuck.” There is a deep moan in the word, and his breathing shallows. “So beautiful.” Then he tugs at one of the cups and pulls it aside until my nipple pops out. “Better than I remember.”

I swallow hard, my whole body buzzing again. The orgasm definitely didn’t take the edge off.

B takes my nipple between his lips, sucking on it, running his tongue over it. I can’t help the moan escaping me, the sensation shooting electricity through my body, between my legs, and I rub my thighs together, trying to lessen the pressure there, but it doesn’t work. He lets my nipple go, looking at me, as my nipple tightens from the gust of cool air going over it, or arousal, probably both.

“Fuck. You’re so sexy.” He slides his hands to my back and undoes my bra, pulling it aside. Then he takes both my boobs in his hands, kneading them a little, his eyes glued to them. Then he takes the other nipple into his mouth, sucking on it until it’s hard, standing up, pointing at him.

I want him. I want him so badly. I slide my hands to his hips, to the top of his jeans. They need to go. As I look between us, I can see just how much he wants me. Then I slide my hands to the front, touching his hard cock through the fabric, memories of how he feels inside me make me ache for him even more.

I open his jeans, sliding my hand inside them, wrapping my hand around his hard cock.

B lets out a low sound, rocking his cock in my hand as he comes closer, his lips ghosting over my shoulder. “You’re so beautiful.” His lips move against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. Then he nibbles on my shoulder. “It’s so hard not to turn you around and fuck you.”

“Do it.” I barely believe that’s my own voice. But I’m not taking it back. I really want him that badly.

“You’re tempting me.” I can feel him grin, and his dick hardens in my hand. “I was planning on having a nice shower first...”

I close my eyes, my breathing even rougher. “Fuck me. Please.” I don’t want anything else. I have him now. I need to feel him, really feel him.

B pushes away from the door, my hand slipping from his jeans. His eyes are dark, then he grabs my waist and turns me around. I’m still wearing my skirt. He steps close again, and I feel his dick push against my back, against my ass, still over my skirt. He pushes closer, his bare chest against my back, his lips close to my ear. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” I need him inside me, I need him to take this pressure off. Now!

“Okay.” He moves a little, his hand raising my skirt, and I feel his cock slide between my legs, all hard and big.

Fuck. I shiver with anticipation.

Then the head of his cock is against my pussy, teasing, sliding.

I move my hips, wanting him so much. Wanting to be one with him.

He slowly starts sliding in me, the head of his cock so big, stretching me. Oh. So good.

I can’t suppress my moan. I grab at the door, trying to stay on my feet, but my legs are about to give out on me. It’s just too good. I’ve been wanting this too long.

B lets out a low moan. “Fuck. Lo. So good.” He slides one of his hands up my stomach, to my boobs. He cups one of them in his hands, his fingers flitting over my nipple.

I gasp, everything tensing for a moment, and I feel B inside me so much better. He feels so good. So, so good.

He stops for a moment, wrapping both his arms around me, pulling me close to him. “You can’t imagine how much I love you.” His words are low, rough.

“I love you too.” I wrap my arms around his, trusting that he’ll hold me. I lean back against him as he slowly rolls his hips. I feel him move inside me, slowly, so, so slowly.

“B...” This is mean. I need him to move faster, but he’s just teasing me now.

“I want you to remember this forever.” He’s out of breath, and I realize that he’s teasing me as much as he’s teasing himself.

“I’ll never be able to forget this, you know that.” I squeeze his hand—like I can ever forget today, the day I finally got B back. The day I finally got to feel whole again.

“Good.” One of his hands slides down, under my skirt, and then his fingers are on my clit.

I gasp, my hands moving, trying to hold him better, my pussy gripping his cock more. We both moan, and he moves his hips faster.

“Too good. I can’t wait anymore. Grab the door.” He gives me a short warning, and then starts moving his hips harder, moving inside me more.

Fuck. I reach out, placing my hands against the door. B keeps one hand under my skirt, his fingers quickly moving over my clit and his other hand kneading one of my boobs, playing with my nipple.

I can feel it build inside, my need, my need for release. I don’t think I can keep holding on for much longer. This is just too much. I’m losing my head.

“B,” I gasp.

“Almost...” His movements become irregular, quicker, rougher, his breathing harsh.

Then I feel it, the moment of no return, the moment I fall. My whole body tenses as I come, a moan escaping me, my hands on the door slipping.

B pulls me closer, from the door back against his chest as he moans, letting out a deep growl, and I feel him grow inside me before he comes.

A shiver goes through me, almost making me come again. Fuck.

I close my eyes, holding onto B, his arms around me so strong.

“Fuck.” His voice is still rough as he tightens his arms around me. “You feel so good.” He leans his head against the back of my shoulders. “So good.”

My mind is still a little fuzzy, still wrapped up in post-orgasm feelings. I love him. I love him so much.

He laughs, and I feel him move inside me a little, sending more shivers through me. “I guess we’re lucky that we’re already in the bathroom, right?” He kisses my shoulder.

“Yeah.” I grin. We could definitely use a shower right about now. Although I’m not sure I can walk the couple of steps needed to get in.

I never thought this would ever happen, but I can’t be happier now.

I’ve got B. He’s here. And he’s mine.

My whole body is sore. I stretch slowly, becoming aware of my surroundings. I’m in B’s bed, alone, naked. My heart starts racing as I sit up. Where is he?

I pull the blanket up further, trying to slide out of bed. I can’t remember where I left my clothes...

Then B appears in the door to the bedroom. He looks... Sexy. Fucking sexy. “Morning.” He smiles as he saunters over, wearing nothing but his boxer briefs. “How did you sleep?”

I can’t help but smile, calming down again now he’s here. This doesn’t look like a dream anymore. “Slept well, but you weren’t here when I woke up.”

“Ah.” He leans in for a quick kiss, then he sits down next to me, his fingers playing over my shoulder. “I was making breakfast. I thought you’d be hungry.” His voice is soft, sweet, turning me into putty on the inside.

“Thanks.” I lean against him. I am a little hungry, though, I don’t know if I can move right now. “I’m sore.” I don’t know why I say it, but it just comes out.

“Well...” B kisses my shoulder, his stubble scratching my skin. “I’m not surprised. I don’t think we fell asleep before six this morning, it was already getting lighter outside.”

My cheeks heat up, but then I remember something else. “I had a meeting with Tamara today, and the computer stuff group. What time is it?” I try to move, but B wraps his arms around me.

“I already let them know that you weren’t coming in today.”

“What? You didn’t tell them...” Oh, help.

B lets out a laugh, shaking his head. “I didn’t say anything. I just told them that today wasn’t the best day for you to come in.” He leans in closer, his lips touching the edge of my ear. “I’m not planning on letting you go. I’ve finally got you. You’re staying here.”

Something in my chest grows, filling with warmth. “I’m not going anywhere. I don’t think I even can.” I grin but let out a squeak as B slides his hand under the covers, sliding it up my leg.

“Hmm.” He pushes me back onto the bed. “Maybe I should inspect you a little closer. See if there is no permanent damage.” He climbs under the covers, his lips on my side, my hips. Leaving behind kisses, nibbles, exploring me with his mouth and hands.

“B...” How can I want him so much already? It’s not like we didn’t fuck like bunnies all night. Like, really, body? Can we at least recover before starting again?

Then I hear a timer go off in the kitchen and B slides from under the covers, a big grin on his face, his eyes sparkling. “Sorry, that’s for the eggs. Time for breakfast. We’ll have to continue later.” He opens a drawer and throws me a T-shirt and a pair of his boxer briefs. “Or are you a proper girl these days?” He grins.

I snatch the T-shirt and boxer briefs. “Just as long as you don’t mind my boobs stretching your shirt.” I pull the shirt over my head.

“They’ve never done before.” I hear B walk out of the room.

“Well, not sure if you noticed, but they’ve grown. As have other parts of my body,” I mumble to myself.

B lets out a loud laugh. “I did notice. I noticed it very well.”

My cheeks flame again and when I’ve pulled the shirt fully down and look up, B is grinning at me from the doorway.

“So did my dick.” He turns around, but not before I see how hard he already is in his boxer briefs.

Oh, fuck. My cheeks feel on fire as B finally turns the timer off and I pull on the boxer briefs.

Surrounded by his scent, wearing his clothes... He’s not the only one getting turned on again.

I guess we’ve got lost time to make up for...