Which I hoped would be forever.
Bee moaned again and fisted my hair, pulling on it as I lapped at her clit over and over again. Her thighs flailed on both sides of my face. The harder she pulled, the more turned on I got. I rubbed my cock against the mattress in an effort to find some sort of relief from the pain of my arousal. I pointed my tongue and drove it into her *. She arched her back and bit her lip, stifling a scream.
I decided right then and there that if I was ever put away on death row for any one of the many murders I'd carried out, the last meal I would request would be Bee's *.
I reached up and placed my hand over her lips to help quiet her, but instead of fighting me she sucked two of my fingers inside her mouth, rolling her tongue around them as I groaned onto her clit, the vibrations causing her to throw her head back and close her eyes. I pumped into her with two fingers from my other hand, groaning at the tightness of her * and was lost in the thought of her milking my cock the way she was milking my fingers right up until her tight little cunt clenched around them. Bee suddenly lifted her ass off the mattress and arched her back as she screamed through the greatest and most beautiful orgasm I'd ever witnessed, her * slowly pulsing its way back to earth.
"MY fucking *," I growled. "MINE."
Bee and I didn't do this the first time. I didn't have the chance to taste her back then, but I'd spent a great amount of time while we were apart thinking about it. Nothing in my imagination could even fathom what the taste of her orgasm on my tongue would like be in reality.
Bee's * tasted like sex wrapped in sunshine, rolled up in thousand dollar bills, and covered in powdered sugar.
Four years ago, when I took Bee's virginity, it was selfish of me. It was wrong. She was only seventeen and so vulnerable.
I would do it all over again every day for the rest of my fucking life.
Back then, I thought we would have all the time in the world. I thought we would have the chance to explore each other, experiment with what feels good, and generally fuck the shit out of each other until we were too tired to move, or until we fucking died.
Because frankly, I would gladly go to hell with my dick deep inside Bee.
Bee barely had a chance to find her way back into consciousness before I was between her legs, my hands on her knees, spreading her open in front of me, my cock ready to push into the most beautiful pink center I'd ever had the privilege of entering.
I grabbed my shaft to guide it home when Bee said something that made me pause. "Will it hurt this time?" she asked, panting. Her little nipples stood at attention with the quick rise and fall of her chest.
"What?" I asked. Too much blood was in my cock, and I was unable to focus on conversation.
"Last time, it didn't really hurt, but it pinched. I was just wondering if it would hurt again."
"Bee?" I asked, momentarily stunned, my hand still on my cock.
"Yeah?"
"When was the last time you did this?" The question made me want to vomit. I knew what Owen did to her, and he paid the ultimate fucking price. But I hadn't really thought about what she'd done while I was gone. Imagining anyone else touching her was enough to make my dick turn into an innie, but I couldn't blame her. It was my fault. I'd left her on her own. Of course she would've dated, leaned on someone else for comfort.
I was going to fucking puke.
"Four years ago, at the apartment at your shop."
I didn't know exactly what to say, but when I opened my mouth the only thing that came out was "Why, baby?"
"I'd already found you. I wasn't looking for anyone else. You touching me may not burn me anymore." She looked as if what she was saying pained her. "But just the thought of anyone else touching me is still enough to set my skin on fire." Bee's eyes started to water and my heart constricted in my chest.
This girl.
This girl was going to kill me with fucking emotions.
"Only me?" My male pride swelled right along with my cock.
"Only you. It's only ever been you," Bee said, cupping my face in her hands.
I lost it. Opening my mouth to hers, our tongues danced and mingled. Her lips were soft and perfect. I kept imagining how they would look while tonguing my cock, but there would be time for that. Right then, I needed to make her mine again. With little to no control left, I managed to reign it in to reassure Bee that it would be okay. Pulling back from our kiss, I whispered, "I'll go slow. I'll be gentle."
I assured her while completely unsure if I could actually follow through with that promise.
Gentle wasn't my thing.
My dick ached, and all I could think about was sinking into her tight heat.
"No," Bee said.
"No?" I asked.