His hands hook me under my arms and drag me farther back on the mattress as he settles his hard weight on top. My pussy lips open wide to hug his cock. He moans into my mouth and rocks back and forth, sliding his hard length through my wetness.
Together we twist and move against each other’s sweaty skin. I trail my hands down his back and grab his tight ass in both hands, pulling him closer to my body. I bring my arms up and wrap them tightly around his back and my legs around his waist.
“Please Axel, I need you inside of me,” I gasp against his lips.
“Soon, baby. So fucking soon.” He pulls back from my lips and looks in my eyes. His lips are swollen from our kisses, his face is flushed, and his eyes are dark with wanting. “It will be over before it begins, baby. Just have to cool off . . . Want you so fucking bad.”
He crushes his mouth back down to my own and tangles his hand in my thick hair before bringing his other hand slowly down my side. He caresses my heated skin before reaching between us. He pulls his hips back slightly, giving just enough room to take himself in his hand and align his broad head to my core. Rubbing my clit a few times, he dips into my pussy only to travel back out and coat my juices around my pussy lips. He repeats this a few times while I whimper into his mouth. He groans right with me and I know he is just as tortured with this slow process as I am.
“Feel so good . . . so wet, so hot. Can’t wait to be deep inside your tight cunt, baby,” he says into my neck, kissing and sucking the soft skin where my neck meets my shoulder.
And with that, he gives one swift thrust and he is instantly fully inside my waiting body.
I scream out. The shock of his swift entry and the tightness two years’ worth of abstinence has given me bring a biting pain I wasn’t prepared for.
“Fuck! Princess, you okay?” he bites out harshly as he stills inside me. “God damn, you’re so tight.”
I nod my head that I am okay, but words escape me.
“Baby, I need the words . . . I need to know you’re okay.”
“Fine . . .” I whisper, my words trailing off when I feel him twitch inside me, and I moan when the tingles of pleasure travel through my womb, causing me to clamp down on him.
“Shit, baby . . . this might be over before I move if your warm fucking walls hug my dick any tighter.” He groans, bringing his lips down to mine and giving me a tender kiss.
“I’m okay,” I gasp when he moves back slowly and inches back inside my waiting body. “Just been a long time. I’m good, so good . . . Please don’t stop!”
That is all the reassuring he needs, because he starts to pick up speed. He keeps his eyes level with mine, his gaze burning into my own. Our moans are tickling each other’s lips and our heated breaths mingle together.
I dig my nails into his back and move with his body, bringing my hips up when he drives his down. We move like we haven’t been apart a single day, like our bodies were made for each other. I can’t help the tears that slowly roll out of my eyes. This connection, this love that is between us never died. My heart suddenly feels like it might explode. The claws of another, more powerful orgasm start climbing up my spine and I can feel his rhythm falter when I clench around him.
“Come on, baby. I’m going to come and I want you with me.”
I moan when he slams into my body, rubbing against my clit with just enough pressure to send my body into an orgasm so powerful my toes curl, my breath stalls, my eyes roll back into my head, and my skin feels like tiny needles have been injected. The most delirious orgasm I ever experience.
“AXEL, oh . . . God . . . AX!” I scream.
I feel his grunt of completion against my neck. He thrusts a few times before bringing his hips hard against my own.
I can’t tell you how long we stay like that, his body molded tight against mine. His cock is still inside my body and I am still twitching in aftershocks. I can feel his lips against my neck as I rub small circles across the wet skin of his back.
With tears still falling from my eyes and the vulnerability that rushes into my system, I can’t help the sob that breaks past my lips. He is immediately up, bracing his weight on his arms. His still-hard cock pushes back into me and it causes us both to groan.
“Baby?” he questions.
I shake my head and another sob escapes.
“Izzy? Princess, did I hurt you?” He looks tortured.
I shake my head again, reach up, and bring my hand to the back of his neck. Tangling in the hair that curls at the end of his skull, I bring his lips down to my own, hoping to express all of the emotions flying around my body.
I still love him. This man who I have thought was forever lost to me. If I am completely honest with myself, I never stopped loving him. But all this knowledge shouldn’t scare me. The teenage love we shared over a decade ago has grown with such a power that it will kill me if I lose it again.