He pursed his lips, kissing her fingertips, staring at her when she said, “Let me love you, Reuben. Then we can talk. Something we should have done as soon as you got home, but I want this first. Give me this. Let me love you.” He didn’t understand her words, but the tone was clear; she wanted him. After all this time, she still wanted him. Strength and beauty standing before him.
Reaching up, he clasped her fingers in his, bringing the back of her hand to his lips, caressing it softly. “I want this too, Bee.” He kissed her knuckles, bringing them to his mouth and biting lightly, keeping his fingers wrapped around her hand. When she gasped, he said, “I want you.” Using his grip to pull her close, he slipped his arm around her waist, bending her backwards as he kissed down the column of her throat.
With every touch of her skin against his, the darkness threatening to swallow him edged back a bit. All the fears and pain caused by his brother’s long-reaching actions, receding just a little more. Just by breathing, by existing, she helped him. So strong. Helped him beat back the demons that had pursued him for years. He knew, had known forever that he could never be worthy of her, of her love. But, today he would take what she offered, accepting the gift as it was meant, an statement of affection and fondness, and yes, love.
Reverently, he undressed her, skimming along her bare skin with the backs of his fingers just to see her shiver in response. He stroked across the curves to which her bra clung, watching goosebumps chase his touch until she gasped, letting her head fall back in reaction.
Unveiling her bit by bit, he took his time with each article of clothing until she stood before him nearly bare. He leaned in to kiss her, hands working at his own belt and jeans, mouth sliding and catching at hers as he discarded his clothes and knelt before her naked. Cock rigid with need, it curved upward from his groin as he ran gentle hands over her thighs. He stilled, feeling her legs tremble under his touch and he gazed up.
Cheeks flushed, tendrils of her gleaming blonde hair hung loose around her face. Her deep blue eyes were luminous and heavy-lidded with passionate anticipation. Lips parting slightly on an indrawn breath, he watched as she caught the lower one in her teeth, worrying at it for a moment. Beautiful. Honest and candid, her expression gave away everything, telling him what this meant to her.
Giving, she was still giving to him, even now, with him on his knees before her. God, he would worship her every day if she allowed it, giving back to her in all the ways he knew. My Bee.
She reached down, threading her fingers through his hair, grasping and tugging upwards gently. The touch pulled him out of his thoughts, and he smiled and shook his head, leaning forwards. Nipping gently at the tender flesh of her inner thigh, he drew another hushed gasp from her. Memories of the nights spent reliving their single encounter ripped through his mind, and in an instant he had moved from quiet need to a raging desire, desperate to pleasure her.
“Gotta taste you, baby,” he said in a voice gone rough, hooking a finger underneath her panties on each side of her hips. He slid the fabric down her legs with shaking hands, letting them fall in a tumble to the floor while he nuzzled into her, drawing in a breath rich with her scent, feeling the blood pounding through his cock in response. This, he thought, this is what I need.
Licking and lapping at her, he glided his hands up between her legs, using the pads of his thumbs to hold her open for his advance. She quivered and trembled, anticipation seeming to make her knees weak. Draw it out, make it last, he thought. Slow and easy, he took his time, patiently waiting for her response to each touch, each stroke of his tongue, listening as her breathing quickened, the muscles in her legs straining and tightening. Sucking her clit between his lips, he teased and tugged at the bundle of nerves. Then added his tongue down between her lips, delicately stroking and tracing around her entrance before again focusing on her clit. He hummed deep in his throat, and felt her squirm against his face. Giving this to her, she’s giving herself to me.
His Little Bee was like honey and expensive wine on his tongue. Dark and rich. Uniquely delicious. I could have this in my bed every night, and with that thought…in that single moment, his life’s path altered.
The shift was nearly physical as things changed, twisting in space…his mind transforming dreams into possibilities.
Everything changed because he knew he wanted this—her—in a way he had never wanted anything before. Craved her, wanted this…wanted there to be a them he could hold onto. Something that mattered, something real. An us we can build from where we are today into something bigger and better than we can ever be on our own. Together. His Brenda, his life. Consequences be damned, he wouldn’t back down from this. She was his, now and forever. I’m not going anywhere, he thought, no matter what, this is where I’m meant to be.
Her legs trembled and he knew she was close. Frantic hands stroking his cheeks, she called his name on a sobbing breath. Gonna take her there, give her this. Pressing outward on her thighs, he spread her legs wider. Give her me if she’ll have me. Spearing into her with his tongue again and again, he thrummed across her stiffened clit with his thumb until she spasmed, falling apart, and he watched her as the climax hit her hard. All of it. Everything. He cupped the cheeks of her ass in his palms, lending her his strength, holding her tightly, making love to her with his mouth as she came. Slowing his caresses, he stared up, waiting as her breathing slowed and evened out, those sexy-as-fuck little hitches coming less frequently.
Rising to his feet, he lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Draped across him, she leaned heavily against his chest, arms loosely clasped around his shoulders. He carried her to the bed and carefully settled over the top of her. The condom in his wallet was too far away, and he couldn’t wait. Wouldn’t. I’ll take anything I can get with her, he thought. A vision of her nursing an infant flitted across his thoughts and he groaned.
Knees and forearms pressed deep into the mattress, he moved until her legs cradled his hips, the tip of his engorged cock poised at her entrance. Shifting slightly, he thrust the first few inches inside, mouth falling open on a groan, then pulled back to still again. “Bee.” God, I’ve waited so long.
He paused, arms trembling as he held tight to his control, waiting as her eyes fluttered and opened. Waited until her breath came deep and unshuddering. Waited, and when, eyes hooded, mouth soft, she looked at him with an expression he would give his life to see every day, he rocked into her, the slickness of her inner walls welcomed him. Home.
He pushed to the root, seating himself completely, holding there while his cock throbbed and twitched, stomach muscles jerking. He nearly lost control when a relentless round of waves and shudders from her climax fluttered around and underneath him, and her body twisted on the bed as she called his name on a whisper.
“Bee,” he said, voice sounding foreign even to himself, low and gravel-filled. Forcing himself again to hold still, he waited. Gonna take her where I need her to go. “Are you with me, honey?”
She nodded, her neck arching back, pressing into the pillow and he licked his lips, again tasting the richness she offered. Fuck, she tastes so good… feels so good. Mine. He dipped his mouth to her neck, teasing her skin with soft touches, feathering kisses up and along her throat until she made an impatient noise. He repeated his question, teeth gritted with the effort of holding back, waiting. “Are you with me?”
“Reuben,” she said softly, “I’m here, baby. Right here with you.”
When he lifted his head, she took him by surprise, stretching up and pressing her mouth to his, the tip of her tongue stroking slowly along the seam of his lips. With a groan, he fell into the kiss, their mouths working against each other as he moved inside her, thrusting slowly, angling and rocking his hips, grinding himself as far as he could get into her pussy. Make it last; make it good.
Her heat surrounded his shaft, inner walls clenching tightly and filled completely by his cock. He was hard, engorged, and so sensitive her heartbeat thudded through him
, through that connection. That beat pounding hard, leading him forward. Movements broken down into moments; drowning in sensation, all thoughts fleeing as he made love to her. Waited on this half my life.
Urgency built in him, low over his spine, the need driving him to stroke harder, deeper. All my life. Heavy with want, his sac swinging and slapping against her ass with every rough thrust, he felt the slipperiness of their sweat as his belly slid across hers. Teeth gritted, he fought to regain control. Give her what she needs; I’ll get mine. Fucking perfect.
Push inside, fast and hard.
Pull back, an unhurried, slow withdrawal.
Thrust forwards recklessly fast, rocking deep.
Sounds of their breathing filled the room, with rasping indrawn gulps and heated air blown out hard on a groan.
Dipping his head, Reuben captured her breast in his mouth, sucking deep, thrilled when she moaned, her voice low, body arching up into his. Her nipple hardened against his tongue and he sucked harder, dragging fast reactions from her. “Fuck, Bee, you’re so perfect. Suck these titties all day. Follow you around my mouth on you, head under your shirt, titty on my tongue,” he murmured, moving to her other breast, wrapping his lips around the pebbled peak, drawing it into his mouth.
At his words, she tightened around him and he paused mid-stroke, awed at the reaction. “Fuck me, darlin’. Come on, fuck me back, let me ride you, baby.” She gasped and clenched around him again, and he nipped at the side of her breast, lips curving up into a wicked smile as he recognized what was going on. “You feel so fucking good, wrapped around me. Your pretty cunt taking all of me. Loved eating you, darlin’. Feasting on your pretty pussy. Never had better pussy than yours.” With every dirty word, she jolted and jerked, and he lifted his head to look into her face.
“Bee, baby, you fuck so good. Feel so right under me, where you belong. This is my home, between your legs, buried inside you. My cock rooted deep inside your pussy.” He watched as her lips parted on a moan. Then her teeth clamped down on her bottom lip. Sucking it into his mouth, he rescued it from her control, nibbling on it and groaning when her tongue dipped out to slide across his lips again.
He fucked her hard, hips twisting and pushing, and mouth next to her ear, whispered, “You like that, baby? Like me talking to you? Like me telling you how much I like your pretty pussy? Your hot, tight, 'so fucking good I can’t believe it' pussy? My pussy.” Her head nodded and when she drew in a stunned gasp of air, he grinned. “Yeah? You like that? Little bit of dirty talk in bed revs your engine?” She nodded again and then clenched tight around him, holding him inside, muscles all over her body tense with desire.
He thrust deep and held, grinding into her. “You like me deep, like taking all of me? Every fucking inch I have for you? I want you to like it, want you to need me in your bed every night, Bee. I want to be able to roll over and fuck you in the morning, want your sleepy eyes on me. Want my face to be the first thing you see every morning, see me loving you right before you come. The last thing you see at night, before you go to sleep at my side.” She was twisting and moving beneath him as he slowed and eased back, pulling out almost entirely. Hips moving, she chased the sensation, and her lusty movements nearly undid him.
“Want you to want me, want for me to keep you. Want this, baby. Want you.” Hips still, he lifted up on his elbows, cupping a hand to either side of her head, threading his fingers through her hair and tilting her mouth to meet his as he crashed down. Tasting her, tangling their tongues together, slanting his mouth across hers again and again, he was desperate for every reaction he could wring out of her.
Breathing hard, sucking air in audible pants, she grew more frantic underneath him, her voice murmuring his name, hips lifting and pumping, trying to draw his rigid length deeper inside her pussy. “Need you in my life, Bee. Open your eyes, darlin’. Look at me.” When she did, locking on him with half-hooded eyes filled with arousal, he began a slow glide in, taking his time until he was buried, then withdrawing to the tip and pushing back forward, working hard to maintain a sensuous rhythm with his thrusts. Her eyes fluttered and began to close, and he reminded her, “Look at me.”
God, she feels so good, right…all mine. The way her pussy tightened and fluttered around him, he knew she was on the brink, waiting on something to push her over. Rearing up on his arms, he locked his elbows and lifted his torso off hers. Looking down to where they were joined, he watched his glistening cock slide in and out of her pussy, the blood-engorged shaft and darker veins a sharp contrast to the dusky rose of her much paler skin.
“So wet for me. Fucking ready to take me, ready for my cock.” Her hands clenched in the sheets, knuckles white with the strain of holding on, and he realized he hadn’t felt her touch since he laid her on the bed. Once he sensed their absence, he was desperate to feel her hands on him. Wanted the silk of that skin-on-skin from her. “Bee, baby, touch me. Put your hand on my hip, feel me move into you.”
One arm rose at his command; when she rested her hand on the curve of his ass, he drove into her harder, loving the helpless little noise she made at the back of her throat. “Touch me, baby.” Her other hand rose, curving around his bicep, sliding up and over his shoulder. “My baby, God, yes. Touch me. So fucking beautiful, so ready for me. Mine. Taking every inch. Look at how greedy your pussy is for my cock.” He was able to see her jolt at his words this time, the reaction causing her head to go back and nearly closing her eyes. “Look at me,” he gritted out, because he was beginning to close in on his own orgasm, having to savagely push it back in order to wait for her.
“Bee, baby, what do you need to get there with me? I’m close, darlin’. So fucking close, I want to take you with me.” His arms shook with the strain of holding himself off her, but he wanted to watch her come. Need to see her, take time to appreciate what she gives me. Wordlessly, she shook her head back and forth, and he knew she was trying to wave him off. “Ain’t happenin’, baby. Want to bring you with me. What do you need?”
She shook her head again in short, sharp movements and he groaned. “It ain’t selfless, Bee. I want to feel your pussy clamp down on me hard, trying to hold my cock inside you while you come. I want to feel the heat inside you draw me in, pull me deep.”
He sped up, the sound of their bellies slapping together coming faster. “Love fucking you, goddamn perfect pussy all around me.” Tilting his hips, he ground against her clit, watching the expression on her face change even as he felt the reaction deep inside her to that pressure. “Perfect woman under me.” No way would she touch herself, not if she could hardly bring herself to touch him as he worked over the top of her. I’ll have to be inventive, he thought.
“Put your hand on my cock, baby. Wanna feel you.” He watched as her eyes widened, but damned if she didn’t obediently move her hand off his hip and put it between them. “Yeah, reach down, stroke me. Touch me, feel me sliding in and out of your pussy. Me inside you, fuck, finally in there. You under me. My Bee.”
The first tentative touch of her fingertips on his cock nearly undid his control, but he worked hard to maintain the steady pace, rocking into her hard and deep with each plunge. “Feel how wet my cock is, Bee? How slick? That’s how much you want this, baby. Want me. Love that you want me, baby.”
Her mouth opened, the pink tip of her tongue sliding along her top lip. “Touch your clit for me, honey, slide a finger across it. Feel how bad you need to come? Let me watch you play with yourself while I fuck you. Nothing hotter than you in this bed under me, your hand on your pussy while we fuck.”
He knew the moment she found that nub of nerves, because the walls of her pussy clamped hard around him. “Aww, yeah, baby. God.” Words were nearly beyond him now, and for a moment, he was afraid if she didn’t come soon, he wouldn’t be able to wait for her, but gritting his teeth, he pushed past it, and decided that leaving her behind wasn’t going to happen. “Jesus. Bee.”
He moved faster, harder, watching her tits shake and bounce w
ith every thrust. The curve of her arm forced one breast high and proud, so he tipped his head down and kissed the erect nipple. Plucking with his lips, he pulled it into his mouth and rolled his teeth across, biting down gently but firmly. He knew the exact moment when the sharp edge of pleasure-driven pain finally pushed her over the brink and into a hard climax. He sank his teeth into her again, still gently but a little harder. He was rewarded when she groaned out his name, the end raising on a cut-off wail as the feeling swelled in her again.
Raising back up on his arms, he watched as she moved through the orgasm, watched the waves of emotion and pleasure wash across her features, her mouth opening and closing soundlessly, the one utterance of his name the only sound she made.
Elbows to the bed, he covered her, picking up the pace again as he moved. Fucking her hard and fast, hips pistoning, Reuben had to chase her only a moment before he was there. Balls drawing up to his body, the tingle in his spine expanding out hotly, tightening his ass and driving him in deep where he held, his cock jerking inside her as he came hard. “Brenda, baby,” he groaned, mouth to her ear. “Jesus. Fuck, darlin’, so fucking good."
Her hand was on his side, fingers holding tightly, nails dragging, teasing along his skin, causing him to buck his hips forward, finding another half-inch inside her when he thought he was already as deep as he could go. “Fuck, baby. Goddamn. So hot and good, Brenda. Loved this, love being home, inside you."
Head shoved into the pillow beside hers, he wasn’t in control. At all. Not of his reactions, and certainly not of his mouth. It was running away with him, whispers writing promises, stringing together sounds and words drawn from his soul. She took an audible breath, gasping when he said, “Love you, baby. Loved you all my life. Took you with me everywhere, but nowhere in my mind was it this good. As much as I dreamed about you, thought about you, never imagined you’d want me back here. Love you, Brenda.”
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