But I hear his footsteps returning, step back from the door. He opens it, comes to me, holds me in his arms and he kisses me. He lifts me off the ground, sits me on the kitchen counter.
“What are you doing?” I say, pushing him off me. “We are not on the same page.”
“No, we’re not.”
His eyes exude a lustful intensity, but behind them is a fog of something else I can’t identify.
“So what, you think you can just come in here and have me?”
“Tell me to go again.”
I hesitate, and his eyes never leave me, like he can’t bear to look away from me.
“You’re mad at me still.”
“I am.”
“So why are you kissing me?”
“Because I’ve missed you, and I want you.”
His fingers trail up my thigh, then beneath my blouse. When I feel his hot fingers on my belly, sidle slowly up to my breasts, I suck in a breath of air.
“But we haven’t finished talking.”
“No, we haven’t.”
He pulls me toward him, jams his hard cock up against my sex, and despite myself I wrap my legs around his waist. It occurs to me that this counter is the perfect height—
“And we’re not going to be finished talking in just one day,” he growls, scooping up my face and bringing it to him.
He kisses me hard again, almost angrily, and pushes his tongue into my mouth. I pull back, bite his lip, and stare into his eyes.
“You think we can just sort this about by fucking?”
“Don’t treat me like an idiot, Dee.”
He claims my lips again, holds me against him, and with my hands against his muscular chest, I know I have no hope of pushing him off me.
“So what are you going to do?” I say, my breathing quick, my eyes unable to leave his amazing lips. “Just take what you want from me?”
“Tell me you don’t want me to.”
“If I did would you leave?”
“Yes. So tell me,” he says, tugging me closer again, a little rougher. His hands travel up my sides, make me shiver, make me pulse.
I can feel his heat, smell him, and I know that in the blink of an eye I could just melt into his arms.
“Come on,” he says. “Say it. Tell me to go again.”
“Shut up,” I say, leaning forward and taking his lips. His fingers come around to my blouse, and he rips it open, sending the plastic buttons spraying.
My whole body is jolted by the force, and he pulls it roughly over my shoulders.
“That was my favorite blouse,” I say.
But he doesn’t reply. He kisses my neck, leaves a smoking trail from my ear to my shoulders, makes me hold my breath as he nibbles on my skin, sets it afire with his tongue.
He unhooks my bra, pulls it off my arms, and then grabs each of my breasts hungrily, kneads my globes and thumbs my nipples.
“Hey,” I say, grabbing onto his wrists. “Be gentle. They’re tender.”
I pull him into me tighter with my legs, weave my fingers through his hair and hold him close to me, my heart pounding, my temperature rising, at the same time both not wanting to do this and wanting to.
“You need to tell me how you feel,” I pant, as he licks a swathe of skin down in between my breasts, takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks on it. “We can’t just forget about it.”
“Who says I’m going to forget?” he says, working lower still. He reaches my jeans, pulls open the button with his teeth, then pulls the flaps apart, forcing the zip down.
“You can’t blame me for this.”
“Who says I’m blaming you?’
His whole body is tense, and I see that lustful fire in his eyes.
“We can’t just fuck it away!” I cry.
“We’re not fucking anything away.”
He steps back, rips my jeans down my leg, throws it carelessly behind him. His chest rises and falls rapidly.
“Duncan, just hold on,” I say.
He pulls down my underwear, presses it against his nose, smells me, then jerks me forward on the counter so that I’m right on the edge.
He slaps my thighs open, spreads me, bares me to him. “God, I’ve missed your sweet pussy.” He runs his tongue hard up my center, and I shiver, lean back, clutch at the edge of the counter behind me.
“Duncan, wait—”
He licks me again, up one side of my clit and down the other, and I’m feeling flushed, and I’m feeling it inside me, the anticipation building up, the pressure.
“God, you smell so good.”
His tongue circles my pearl just the way I like it, and I moan and squeeze when I feel him slide a finger into me quickly, then a second.
“Oh my God,” I pant, unconsciously bucking my hips forward to him, pressing against him.
Instantly he’s sending hints of pleasure through me, making me feel so good, and he laps at me like a starving animal, like he’s never needed to lick my sex more than he does right now.
“I’ve missed you,” he groans. “The way you taste, the way you smell. God, why’d you run away?”
“I had to!” I say, taking his head, pressing it against me. I mash myself against him, gyrate against his face, lost in bliss, my eyes shut.
His tongue is fast and strong, and he knows just how to get me off. I’m surging forward, tightening up, feel so good and I’m getting closer and closer.
“Like that,” I gasp as he rubs my front wall, massages it to the rhythm of his tongue. “Oh, shit, Duncan.”
I squeeze, tighten, my whole body tense. I haven’t felt this good in so long, since the night I left him. I’ve been so alone.
But he makes me feel sexy, now. He serves me as if that’s the only thing he ever wants to do. He pleasures me like only he knows how, presses all my buttons, and I’m inches away from exploding in ecstasy when he pulls his fingers from me, sucks on them.
I sigh, feel myself backed off the edge, my whole body buzzing with electricity, every nerve ending inside me on fire, on the verge of going off, now cooling down.
“Are you punishing me?” I ask him, but again he doesn’t reply, just looks at me.
My hands shoot to the elastic of his pants, but he pulls away from me. He removes his shirt, and his sexy body comes into view. He has lost a bit of weight, and it just makes him look leaner than ever.
He steps forward, takes my hand, runs it down his body.
“Tell me you don’t want me,” he growls.
“It’s not about that,” I say through quick breaths.
He lowers my hand still, into his underwear, and there I feel him, grip onto him, squeeze him.
“I never stopped wanting you,” he says, closing the distance fast. He takes a fist of my hair into his hands and jerks my head back, and then he licks up my neck to my chin, aggressively, possessively.
His lips find mine, and he kisses me, sucking on my lower lip for a moment, before meeting my tongue with his.
I jerk him in his pants, feel his manhood, so thick and hard for me.
“You really want to know what I think?”
“Yes.”
“I think you should have told me,” he breathes.
“I wanted to tell you.”
“I had a right to know.”
“I know, Duncan!”
“Every single fucking day I searched for you.”
He pulls in closer to me, still holding my hair, takes my lip again and bites it. I feel the sting, and it makes me shiver.
“And yes, I’m mad.” He pauses, looks into my eyes. His blue orbs are magnetic, draw me into them. “But I’m still in love with you, and I’m never letting you go again.”
Before I can reply he kisses me, and I wrap my legs around him frantically, pull myself to him. He lifts me up off the counter effortlessly with one hand, pulls his cock out with the other, buries himself all the way inside me in one motion.
I shut my eyes, rake his skin as he fills me up, makes me see white. He starts to fuck me hard and fast, buries himself in me to the hilt again and again.
All I can do is hold onto him hard, bite onto his shoulder, and as he thrusts into me ever harder, ever faster, I’m blinded, in the clouds, in oblivion.
His cock is so hard inside me, so thick, he makes me feel so full, so good.
“Oh God,” I pant onto him, coiling my arms tighter around his neck. His frantic thrusting is slapping his pubic bone against my clit again and again and again, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
“Don’t stop,” I say, gripping onto his hair, pulling it. He presses his forehead against me, looks into my eyes.
“Don’t stop,” I hiss.
I feel my body tighten up, feel my world turn white-hot, and just at the edge of my climax he claims my lips, and I moan into his mouth, squeezing and spasming inside me as my orgasm rocks my body, sets me on fire.
I cum hard, fast, shiver and shudder, moan onto his shoulder. I’m in heaven, feeling so damn fucking good, and then I’m passed the peak, coming down.
“Slow down,” I say quickly, stopping him with hands on his chest.
He lifts me up higher on him, and I tremble as I feel him slide out of me a little. He takes me into the bed room, and then pulls himself all the way out of me, leaving me quivering and feeling empty.
“Lie down,” he says, his cock jutting out hard as an iron bar, my pleasure all over him. I climb onto the bed, lie down, but he tells me, “On your side.”
So I do, and I feel the weight of the bed shift as Duncan lies behind me, and then I feel his wide tip at my entrance.
“Hold on,” I say, then gasp as he thrusts into me. “Wait!” I breathe, but he starts to fuck me wildly, and he takes my hair into his hands and yanks it, pulling my head back toward him.
He brings his face close to me while he fucks me, whispers into my ear, “Cross your legs.”
So I do, put one foot behind the other, instantly making myself tighter, instantly feeling him so much more.
He fucks me ferociously, bottoms out inside me again and again, and I’m lost, can’t even make a sound, as he licks and bites my neck and shoulder, as he takes the side of my lips into his, kisses me.
I feel his hand over my hip, and he finds my swollen bud, and starts to rub me.
I’m just overwhelmed. It’s too soon! I’m not ready.
But he doesn’t stop, and I find myself back on the runway, knowing he’s going to make me take off again.
“Oh God,” I groan, my voice a slur, my eyes shut tight, my mind lost in the wind.
I feel his body heat, hear his sweat at each slap of his pubis against my ass, at each powerful thrust.
He’s making me feel so good again, so full, like he’s touching me everywhere, like every nerve ending in my body is firing off at once.
“Come for me,” he growls into my ear. “Squeeze your tight pussy around my cock, come all over me, Dee.”
“Keep going,” I hiss desperately, the agony of pleasure in my voice.
He pulls my hair tighter, and the stinging merges in with everything else I’m feeling. It’s a heady mix. “Harder,” I beg him, and he drills himself into me, tightens his grip on me, bends my head back farther.
“Come on,” I say through gritted teeth.
“Fuck, Dee,” I hear him groan.
“Don’t you dare come yet,” I order him.
“Your pussy is so fucking tight, Dee,” he says, voice husky. “God, you feel so good.”
He doesn’t stop, goes harder and faster, and I’m nearly there, climbing, so, so close…
“Ooohhh,” I cry as climax crashes over me, wracks my body. I’m frozen, a tense snapshot of pleasure, and my senses sear, and I’m electric with bliss.
He drives me through it, and then I hear him groan, and I feel him tense up, and then his cock expands inside me impossibly more.
“Jesus,” he grunts, emptying himself inside me, shooting his seed again and again into me.
We stay locked, stuck, spasming in pleasure. He’s breathing hard, his chest slick on my back, and he wraps an arm under my neck, and holds me against him, kisses the side of my face.
“God damn I’ve fucking missed you,” he says. “Every day has been like torture for me.”
I’m still coming down, am acutely aware of how hard he still is inside me. I buck my hips back, push him a little deeper, shut my eyes, savor him.
He stays inside me, and he forms his body perfectly to the shape of mine, holds me tight against him, smells my hair, behind my ear, kisses me, touches me.
His hands run up and down my body, grope every inch of flesh I have, run down to my sex and when he touches my clit I jolt, grin and hum, move his hand away.
He holds my thighs, traces the shape of my hip, pinches my nipples, kneads my breasts.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he says, taking my earlobe into his mouth, biting it.
I turn in his arms then, shudder as he slips out of me, and I climb on top of him, my hair falling down the sides of both our faces.
He kisses me, this time softly, lovingly, and we stay lip locked, and I realize just how much I’ve missed the feel of his lips, the taste of his tongue, everything about him.
“Duncan,” I say. “We really can’t just not talk about this.”
“Okay,” he says. “Let’s talk.”
“I know you’ve got questions.”
“I do,” he says. “Is it a boy or a girl?”