Missed You

The way he licked his lips… she felt wetness drip immediately.

My oh my

 

He wanted to make sure she felt how much he was missing her. He moved deliberately but powerfully towards her. Her throat tightened a bit. She was in the presence of a masculine power she was not very familiar with. Her defense mechanism was starting to wake.

He knew her well enough to know that her take-charge side was awakened. She was not used to seeing him approach so powerfully. Before she could mount any resistance, he planted a kiss and took from her what he had been waiting for.

As he sensed her knees give, his hand found the small of her back as he dipped her backwards. Her fist mounted a feeble protest against his chest as she struggled to hold control of the moment. With his other free hand, he grabbed her rear and lifted her off the ground and twirled her one revolution as he drank in her savoriness.

He was embracing her and taking her in. He had missed her long enough. There was no more waiting. There was no more being nice. This was all about getting her to understand how much he craved her.

As she curled one arm around his neck and kissed back furiously, her other hand clawed at the wall. He was taking her to the bed and she was not ready. She was not prepared to give him pleasure. She knew his style. He’d awaken her lust and then wold just lay back and demand she please him first. If he didn’t roll over and sleep, he might mount her and relieve himself. She was not hearing any of this right now, but that kiss though. It was clouding up her ability to fight back.

As cute as he found her efforts to resist, he knew that it was all futile. What he had in mind for her, she would never forget. He had changed the terms of engagement between them. When he was done, she’d be asking for more from very hoarse vocal chords.

She protested more forcefully as his hands managed to strip her of her pants with little effort. Pants she had worked hard to wiggle into. He managed this without placing her down. She needed to stop him before she was disappointed.

Pulling hard on his hair to stop the madness, her eyes found his and was totally disarmed by the intensity and darkness that stared back at her. There was no typical dumb male defiance there. This was pure power and authority. She felt powerless to protest as fire tore through her being igniting all manners of desires.

Without blinking, he lifted her up high above his head. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his shoulders as she yelped gleefully. His eyes stayed hyper vigilantly focused. The man was like a machine ready to blast of the starting line.

She braced herself to be plopped on the bed only to have her eyes roll deep into the back of her head as his tongue found her softness and curled itself around her clit and swirled messages that detonated waves of passion rippling through her. She released his hair and bit her tongue. This was new. Too new. Different. Awesome. Incredible.

He held her up as his tongue took copious drinks of her softness. She didn’t know what to do other than clutch her arms around her torso praying that he would not stop any time soon.

Her mind never registered when and how he had managed to lower her to the bed. What she knew was that she was on her back and his head was between her legs and her body was moving and gyrating happily to a new dancing rhythm. He had her securely pinned down with his strong hands as he dinned and feasted without restraint on her.

Oh the sensitivity. She was fully exposed emotionally and was loving the caress and firm grip. She didn’t want this moment to ever end as she leaned her head back to scream out his name in gratitude.

They both knew in that moment that they had missed each other badly. There would be no going out that afternoon. Whatever he had started, she knew he was bent on finishing and she would do everything in her power to encourage him to do his worse. Whatever he wanted she desperately wanted to give.

As he raised his head to take a breath, he growled “missed you” as her body exploded over the edge and shook violently from the orgasm she had been holding on to. He dove right back in and resumed his feeding as she moved ever closer to another.

She so missed him too, but her voice was failing her from saying so, she hoped that he could sense this as she gave everything she had for him to consume.

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