“In the other room, the other bedroom.”
I lift her from where she’s still straddling me and stand up. I try and adjust my hard-on, but it’s too stiff to do anything with.
“Don’t move. I’ll be right back,” I tell her, before running down the hallway to the big bedroom at the front of the house.
I grab a box of condoms and run back to my room, which is not easy when you’re sporting a boner as hard as mine. Something I’d never before been aware of, running with a hard dick is, in fact, painful.
Meebs is sitting cross-legged on the bed when I walk back in the room and for a moment, I’m terrified that she’s changed her mind, now that she’s had a few seconds to think.
I grab her legs and pull them over the side of the bed. Pushing gently in the middle of her chest, I tell her to lay back. I reach for a pillow and before placing it underneath her hips, I pull down my boxers that she’s wearing. I position the pillow so her hips are tilting up, then lift up her left leg and kiss the arch of her foot.
She props herself up on her elbows and watches me kissing up the inside of her leg. I flick my tongue along the crease at the back of her knee and can’t help but smile when she lets out a whispered, “Fuck,” and arches her neck so she’s looking up at the ceiling. Her eyes come back to mine when I start gently biting up the inside of her thigh.
My plan, when I get to the top, was to start at the bottom of her right leg, but now I’m here I need to taste her.
She’s neat and trimmed and wet to the point that I can see her juices glisten on her skin. I let out a groan as I push her legs apart and spread her with my thumbs.
“Fuck baby, best view ever,” I tell her. Not waiting for a response before I push my tongue inside her. I twirl it clockwise, then anticlockwise a couple of times, before licking up to her clit and flicking my tongue over her. It’s been years since I tasted a woman and I honestly don’t remember the last occasion, but this… the sight, the sound, the taste and the smell of her… this I will never forget.
“Best taste ever,” I tell her.
“Ahhh,” she moans.
“Shit. Fuck. Oh fuck, God, Con.” I’d forgotten how vocal and responsive she was during sex. It took me a long time before she let me get in her knickers, but once I’d made her come with my fingers against a wall in a multistorey carpark one night, she couldn’t get enough.
“Best sound ever.”
I move my mouth away and pick up her right leg, licking at the inside of her foot.
“Awww man. Seriously? You gonna start all the way back there and make me wait?” she whines.
I kiss her ankle and give a little chuckle. “Tell me what you want baby, and I’ll give it to you, but you have to tell me.”
“Mouth,” she says. “Tongue, fingers. All of you. I want you inside me, Con. Fuck me like you used to. Fuck me and make me forget the past fifteen years.”
Everything I’d planned goes out of the window. The sweet slow torture I had in mind for her body will have to be saved for later. I need to slide inside and fuck her. Right now.
Standing up, I pull down and kick off my boxers. I slide on a condom and lift Meebs to the middle of the bed. I position myself between her legs and look down at her while holding my body weight off of her with my elbows.
“I love you, Nina Amoeba. I’ve loved you most of my life.”
She frowns and shakes her head. “Con?” she says my name questioningly on a sob.
“I don’t care that we’ve spent so long apart, I don’t care that we’ve only just met back up. I don’t care whether or not this makes sense, it is what it is. I love you, and you and everyone else will just have to get their fucking heads around it.”
She looks at me wide-eyed but doesn’t say a word.
“I’m gonna fuck you now. I’ll try and take it slow and gentle, but I want you. I want you so fucking much that I don’t know if I’m capable of slow and gentle. If I hurt you or if it’s just too much, I need you to tell me, okay?”
She licks her lips.
“Fuck Meebs, baby, please. At least give me a chance not to blow in the first five seconds.”
She smiles and says, “Fuck me, Con, right now.”
I slide inside her and she whimpers. I roll my hips and she lets out a moan. I rock my hips forward and she, “Oh God’s.” She’s as tight as I remember and I know that I’m not going to last long.
I press my forehead against hers. “Open your eyes and look at me, baby. I need to see you.”
She bites down on her bottom lip and shakes her head, no.
“I can’t,” she whispers.
A little wave of panic ripples through me. “Why not, babe? Tell me what’s wrong.”
“I’m scared, Con.”
“Of what, Meebs?”
“That none of this is real. That you’re not really here. That we’re not really doing this.”
My heart bangs so hard in my chest, I’m sure she must be able to feel it in hers.