pressed so tightly together that there was no air. I was so angry with him but hungry for him at the same time.
Words would have stopped this from happening, so we pulled apart in silence, and he led me upstairs to my bedroom where we had made love so many times before. We started kissing again and he reached for the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head. He reached behind me and undid my bra with one hand, letting my full breasts fall free. His hands were immediately on them, cupping them and pulling my nipples between his fingers. Then his mouth was on them, and I could feel the burning low in my belly from the movements of his tongue. My body responded to him immediately as if I had never felt the pain of his absence.
He kissed his way down to my belly button and was on his knees in front of me. He pulled down my pants and panties in one motion, and I was completely bare before him. I didn’t try to cover up because Mason already knew every curve of my body. He had touched and licked every single inch of me at some point in our relationship, and he had told me that he loved me exactly the way I was.
He continued to kiss his way down until he reached the spot just above where I needed him the most. Then he moved me backward so I was against the wall and put one of my legs on his shoulder. He didn’t keep me waiting after that. His tongue came out and licked a slow, soft circle around my clit. I cried out from the contact and rested my hands on his head to keep myself steady. One of his hands reached around behind me and kneaded my ass. Then he took one of the fingers from the other hand and pushed it up inside of me. I was already soaking wet from kissing him. It didn’t take much to get me ready for Mason.
He sucked my clit gently into his mouth and I thrust my hips forward in response. He hadn’t forgotten what I liked, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I found my release. He slid a second finger inside me and started to fuck me hard with it. I was no longer able to be quiet, so I just let myself moan and cry out his name. I had missed this. I had missed everything about him, and I didn’t want anything to break the spell that had taken hold of us in the moment. After a few more minutes of his tongue and fingers working their magic, I couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Oh god, yes, Mason! I’m coming! Fuck it’s been so long! Baby, don’t stop!”
I gripped his hair and held him in place as my juice flowed into his mouth and down his chin. He didn’t move away until my body stopped shaking. Then he gently removed my leg from his shoulder and stood up, never losing some sort of contact. Then he took my by the hand led me to my bed.
I lay down toward the head of the bed on my pillows and just watched him. His eyes burned with hunger for me, and his chin was still wet with my juices. I held my breath as I watched him remove his shirt. He was on the thin side, but that’s the way I liked it. It kind of balanced us out since I had extra curves. Then he undid his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, revealing just the top of his plaid boxers. He pushed his jeans to the floor and stepped out of them, and that’s when I could see that he was fully aroused.
I had loved Mason for many reasons, but I was extra lucky when it came to him in one department. His tool was 9 inches long and plenty thick, and he knew exactly what to do with it. I tried to push aside the fact that he had been with a lot of women before me that most likely taught him what they knew. It all ended up being to my benefit.
He stood there in just his boxers for a few seconds and he looked like he was just admiring me lying on the bed with my legs spread. When he slipped them off and stood there completely naked, I immediately wanted him inside of me. He didn’t waste another minute of our time. He crawled up the bed until he was positioned between my legs. Leaning forward, he began to kiss me again, slow and sweet. I was coming out of my skin
Missy Tippens, Jean C. Gordon, Patricia Johns