"One night,” she cut in. "So we might as well do it right. Take me to your place?"
Without bothering to think, I picked her up and hurled her over my shoulder, ignoring the ache of my ribs as I sprints across the sand to my place. I couldn't say how long it took me to get there--maybe a few minutes, maybe twenty. All I knew was that my heart was pounding in my chest, blood pumping in my ears, and I couldn't wait to set her on her feet and bury my hands in her hair. To pull her face toward mine and kiss her like I'd never kissed her before.
To be with her again, fuck the consequences.
When we finally got to my place, I set her down on the porch just outside the front door and pushed her back against the wall. Pressing the full weight of my body against her, I groaned as I took her bottom lip between mine and nibbled it gently, teasing her until she nipped back.
"Robbie," she whispered my name and pulled my face closer to her as she arched her body into mine, rubbing herself against my already throbbing cock.
"Fuck," I ground out. It was too much, wanting her this way, and at the same time, I didn’t know how I had lived without it all this time. “I’ve missed this.”
With one hand, I scrambled for the doorknob and led her back inside the house before I lost my mind and took her right then and there.
I guided her back, past the entryway table, but when I caught sight of the sofa I knew there was no chance of my making it to the bed.
I kicked the front door closed behind us and dragged her along with me until she brushed against the edge of the sofa and she collapsed on top of it.
She unhooked her bra before I had the chance to make a move, and as she slid the straps of her dress of her shoulders, I couldn't help myself but to bury my head between her breasts. I kissed one as I cupped the other and flicked my thumb and forefinger over her tight nipple. Then, I took it in my mouth and sucked hard and deep until she let out a little gasp and I released it with a "pop." Then, with a groan, I made my way to the other and rolled my tongue over the sensitive flesh.
"Don't tease me,” she whispered.
"But it's so much fun,” I said. But there was no question, her words spurred me on. She was as desperate as I was. I lowered my head, licking my way down the plane of her stomach until I reached the hem of her dress. I slowly slid it up, soaking in every inch of her until I had to close my eyes when I caught sight of her see-through white lace panties. A bolt of lust shot through me, so strong it made my hands shake.
"Fuck me," I ground out, pushing the fabric aside to see her pretty, pink sex, all wet and warm and waiting for me.
"I want you," she murmured, but I could barely hear her. “I want you so much, Robbie.”
I leaned in like a man possessed as I kissed the juncture of her thighs, lapping her slick seam up and down until finally I came to her clit.
"I--" she started, but then a shuddering breath cut off her final words as I swirled my tongue around the tight bundle of nerves. We’d been together like this more times than I could count, and I knew just how she liked it. Light and quick, and then harder. Faster.
It wasn’t long before she reached for me like I knew she would, her fingers grappling for some purchase on my shoulders, my neck. I ignored the pain, so high on the pleasure that the fight didn’t matter, tomorrow didn’t matter, nothing but Melissa mattered.
Her scent washed over me, light and sexy as I work her harder and faster until she was panting with need.
"Robbie," she breathed my name in a way I knew only too well. The way I still relayed in my mind nearly every day. She was close. "Robbie, please."
I gazed up at her, taking in the rosy flush of her cheeks, the glassy need in her eyes. I didn’t want this to end. I wanted to love her for as long as I possibly could, but I couldn’t help but answer….
"Anything for you."
Melissa
When he pulled away from me and peeled my panties down around my ankles, I had to fight the urge to climb on top of him and ride him until we’d both gotten our fill. Every part of my body was racing toward the finish line--my heart was beating out of my chest, my blood was thrumming in my ears, and my body was practically writhing with need, but even in all my desperation, I couldn't bring myself to act yet.
I needed his commanding touch. Needed to know, after all this time, that it was really him. It was really us again, after all this time. That he saw me.
Felt me.
Knew me.
"Robbie," I said again and when his hungry gaze met mine a fresh wave of heat rolled over my body.
"What?"
"Say my name."
I probably sounded crazy, but his stare was so intense and full of the same possessive need that coursed through me that I knew he understood.