Starting now.
Turning off the light, I opened the door and headed back to the bed. Whitney hadn’t moved, and her breath was still deep and even. Sliding under the covers beside her, I stroked her hair, my fingers lingering in the smoothness of her locks as she gently tossed in her sleep. Her leg kicked out from under the sheet. It was so smooth, her skin so silky, and as I reached down to stroke her, she squirmed beneath the sheet and more of her delicious body was exposed.
I traced a finger over the outline of her pink panties, taking my time to run the line where her ass cheek met her thigh. She was wearing my t-shirt; it was loose and allowed me to slide it up her back without waking her. The deep curve of her back exposed, my finger slid to tickle her skin until reaching her neck. I leaned in, kissed her softly on the back of the head, my erection beginning to take control, causing me to forget that she may hate me right now. She was beautiful, the most beautiful girl I had ever known. I couldn’t lose her, not over one drunken night at the club.
“Good morning,” I whispered into her ear.
She stirred, turned towards me, and opened those beautiful green eyes. To my surprise, a smile appeared on her lips. My cock took notice of the green light and twitched in my boxers.
“Good morning,” she murmured as she reached her arms over her head and stretched.
I wanted to tell her how sorry I was, to beg for her forgiveness, but the fear of losing this moment kept any mention of the previous night out of the room. I pushed her hair from her face, and my lips quickly found their way to hers, so pink and full. Her body responded, her tongue gliding into my mouth, her back arching, and her leg wrapping around me to pull me closer.
“You brushed your teeth,” she murmured and reached up to run her fingers through my still damp hair.
“Yeah, my mouth felt like a sewer. I’ll probably have to burn that toothbrush.”
I shook my head, and droplets of water rained down on her. She laughed and took my face in her hands.
“Tell me that last night will never happen again.”
I met her eyes and raised her hand until it covered my heart. “Last night shouldn’t have happened, and it will never happen again.”
She licked her lips, and her eyes grew wet with tears. “Did you…?”
“No, I swear it. I was just sitting there when that girl jumped on my lap. I hadn’t even had time to react or push her off when you arrived.”
She blinked up at me. “And you were going to push her off?”
“Yes. It was just a messed up situation, Whit, and I’m sorry. It shouldn’t have happened.”
She pushed my hair back from my forehead. “No, it shouldn’t have. And if you do it again, I’ll cut your balls off.”
I laughed and felt myself going into full grovel mode when she ground her body into mine.
“Don’t apologize again,” she said sternly, “show me how sorry you are.”
I grinned down at her. “My pleasure.”
Sliding my hands down her warm, soft skin, I couldn’t wait to sink into her, but refused to rush the moment. I took her lips again, kissing her until we were both breathless, our tongues sliding together in a rhythm that was both familiar yet exciting.
She arched hard, pulling our lips apart and I quickly took advantage of the space between us, lifting the t-shirt up and over her head. My mouth engulfed her breast, sucked hard on her erect nipple, and teased it with soft flicks of my tongue.
Her hand slid between us, gripping my erection. Her thumb circled the head of my cock and she gently squeezed as she stroked my shaft. I reached for my boxers, pushing them from my body so I could feel flesh on flesh. I was slippery, pre-cum giving her a playfield around the tip as she continued to tease me. I reached between her legs, felt the satin of her panties until I found her clit beneath the material. She moaned as I worked my thumb over her until she began to push against me in a sweet motion.
“So beautiful,” I murmured.
I pulled away slowly, leaving my cock just out of her reach and knelt over her lush body. Her breasts gently lifted and dropped from her chest as her breathing became more rapid. Her ass lifted from the mattress, begging for me to continue my teasing. I’d missed her so much, thought about her body each night as I fell asleep and even jerked off to the dirty pictures she had sent me. I’d promised her I would delete them, but I couldn’t, not without her here.
Hooking my thumbs under the material of her panties, she bit her bottom lip, her green eyes smiling as I slid them down her legs and then to the floor. Her legs fell open, her plump lips swollen with excitement, her sex spread like a butterfly in flight. My finger traced her inner thigh. She squirmed and moaned. Damn, I missed this!
“What do you want?” I whispered as my finger slid between her pussy lips. She was wet and slippery inside, and my finger dipped in just to feel that tight grip and the warmth that radiated from between her legs.
“I want you,” she moaned, her body squirming harder and lifting towards my hand.
Those eyes were killers, filled with love and desire and an innocence that turned me on. She always blushed when I tried to get her to talk dirty to me. Damn, I loved that!
“What do you want me to do?” I asked softly.
She groaned and pushed her pussy harder onto my fingers, impaling herself on my hand. She was warm, tight, and so very wet. “I want you to fuck me,” she whispered. My cock twitched hard at her words, and I withdrew my fingers from inside of her, leaving her open and ready. Pushing her thighs wide, I settled between them, gripping my cock until I was nudging her entrance.
Home.
This was home, I realized. She was my home.
She cried out as I plunged deep inside of her.
The warmth of her body consumed me, the contractions of her pussy walls teased me and the sweet sounds of her moans made me want to come right then.
No, think of anything else, Calvin. Baseball, Aunt Edna, dill pickles. Ugh, I hate those!
Her hips rocked against me, her back arching and her breasts pushing upwards as I thrust deep into her, over and over. Lifting myself up, I sat back on my heels, watching our bodies connect. Lifting her feet to my shoulders, I changed the angle until she cried out, her body quivering, her pussy walls contracting and relaxing through an orgasm.
I gripped her breast, squeezed gently and then focused on the erect nipple that when touched ever so softly made her squirm before taking the pink tip into my mouth.
“I’ve missed you, baby,” I gasped against her flesh, kissing up her neck until our mouths met again. My balls tightened, and the blood rushed from my head. Her pussy contracted against me in an opposing rhythm that drove me over the edge. I moved faster, harder, pushing us both toward pleasure’s cliff.