“You said you weren’t coming until next week.” My voice sounds hoarse as I open the door and see him standing there in the hallway light. His backpack is slung over one shoulder, his smile crooked and a little guilty. My heart hammers against my ribs. Three months. Three months since we’ve seen each other, only the flickering pixels on our screens, his voice in my ear when I lay in bed at night imagining he was beside me. And now he’s standing here, real, with those warm eyes that still look at me like it’s the first day.
“I couldn’t wait any longer,” he says. “The meetings finished early. I took the next flight.”
“Come in.” I step aside, and as he passes me, his arm brushes mine. A small shiver, not a cliché, but a real tingle that sets my skin ablaze. He smells like airplane and coffee, but underneath it, him—that scent I thought I’d forgotten, but which immediately awakens a thousand memories. Between my legs, it’s already starting to get wet, a hot, longing wave spreading through my cunt.
“I missed you so much,” he says softly. His hand finds mine, gently pulling me into the apartment hallway. The door clicks shut—a soft sound that shuts out the world. We stand facing each other, just a few centimeters apart. I see the fine lines around his eyes, the tiredness, but also the desire. His thumb strokes the back of my hand, circling slowly, while his gaze seeks mine. My nipples harden under the thin fabric of my T-shirt, and I feel my pussy getting even wetter, a warm, sticky sensation gathering in my panties.
“Me too,” I whisper. That’s all I can manage. The words are too small for what’s raging inside me.
He steps closer. His free hand settles on my hip, gently pulling me toward him. I feel the warmth of his body through the thin fabric of my T-shirt. I’d forgotten what this feels like—the sheer presence of another person, the weight of his hand on my skin. His mouth approaches mine, and for a heartbeat, he hesitates. Then he kisses me. Not stormy, not greedy, but searching, as if he wants to make sure I’m really here. His lips are soft, a little dry from the long journey, but they taste like gum and a sweetness I can’t name. I return the kiss, first hesitantly, then more demandingly. My hands slide into his neck, feeling the short hairs there.
The kiss deepens. His tongue meets mine, and it’s as if there was never a pause. We know each other, we remember each other’s rhythm. He moans softly as I kiss his jaw, and that sound—that deep, throaty noise—sends a hot current through my entire body. My hands wander over his shoulders, feeling the hard muscle under his shirt. I start unbuttoning them, one by one, while he kisses down my neck, to the spot where my pulse is wild. His tongue leaves a wet trail that makes me tremble.
“I want to feel you,” he murmurs against my skin. “Every inch.”
His hand wanders from my hip upward, under my T-shirt. His fingers are cool on my hot skin, but they leave a trail that burns. He strokes my stomach, my ribs, and stops just under my breast. His thumb traces circles on the sensitive spot, and I hold my breath. His fingers play with the edge of my bra, and I raise my arms so he can pull the T-shirt over my head. For a moment, I stand before him, only in my black lace bra, and enjoy his gaze. He drinks me in, his eyes lingering on my breasts, on the curve of my waist. My nipples are hard against the fabric, and I see his cock getting hard in his pants, a clear bulge that makes me even wetter.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says. His voice is rough, and I know he means it.
His hands find my bra clasp, and with a skill that surprises me, he opens it. The bra falls to the floor, and I stand naked before him, my breasts free, my nipples hard from the cool air and arousal. He groans, leans forward, and his mouth closes around one of my nipples.
A wave of lust floods through me. I grab his hair, hold him tight, while his tongue circles the sensitive tip, sometimes soft, sometimes demanding. He sucks, bites lightly, and I tremble under his lips. My knees go weak, and I lean against the wall to keep from falling. His hand wanders lower, over my belly button, until it reaches the waistband of my sweatpants. He slides his fingers under, first feeling the fabric of my panties, then the moisture gathering there. His fingers glide over the wet fabric, pressing against my damp slit, and I moan loudly.
“You’re wet,” he states. “Pretty needy, huh? I bet your cunt is already dripping with lust.”
I slap his shoulder playfully. “Stop talking. Just fuck me already.”
He obeys. Instead, he kneels in front of me, pulling down my pants and panties in one fluid motion. I step out of them, standing completely naked before him while he’s still fully dressed. The inequality excites me more than I want to admit. His hands wrap around my thighs, gently spreading them apart. His face is now level with my lap, his breath warm on my most sensitive spot. He looks up, meets my gaze, and then—then he lowers his head.
His tongue finds my clit with a precision that makes me scream. No foreplay, no hesitation. He licks me with long, slow strokes, and I claw at his hair. The world shrinks to the point where his tongue touches me, to the wet, hot feeling spreading through me. His tongue circles my clit, sometimes soft, sometimes demanding, while he moans softly, as if tasting my juice. He sucks on my clit, and I scream as the sensation shoots through me.
“Oh God, yes,” I pant. My pelvis moves involuntarily against his face, and he moans in approval. “Lick me, make me wet for your cock.”
His fingers find me, slide into me while he keeps licking. Two fingers, then three. I’m so wet there’s no resistance. He moves them inside me, finds the spot that drives me crazy, and I feel the tension building inside me, unstoppable. His fingers fuck me, while his tongue continues to dance on my clit, and I’m on the verge of coming, my whole body a taut wire, ready to snap. “I want to come on your tongue,” I gasp, and he doubles his efforts, sucking and licking faster, deeper, until the wave breaks over me, and I come with a scream that tears from my throat, my body shaking, my juices flooding his mouth.
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