Page 87 of False Evidence
He tasted of wine and peach cobbler and JT.
His hands slid beneath her shirt and cupped her breasts, and oh, how she’d missed that too. Her body had changed since the last time they did this, and Gemma had only been weaned for a few months. Her nipples were tougher than they’d been, and she wondered if his touch would trigger the sharp jolt of letdown.
She stiffened, and his hand stilled. “I’m sorry. I should have asked. Can I touch your breasts? Are you still nursing Gemma?”
She placed a hand over his on her breast and squeezed, letting him know what she liked. “You can touch. I’m not nursing anymore, but it’s only been a few months, and sometimes I still have milk secretion. Letdown can be painful, so let’s go with touching but no sucking.”
His lips found her neck, and he kissed her as his hands explored the changes in her breasts. Softer, fuller, tougher. Did he find her as sexy as he used to? “What about you? Anything off-limits?”
“I’d say breaking my heart, but honestly, I’ll take that too if it means I can be with you again.”
His words struck home.
“Same,” she whispered.
She was doing this. She was going to make love with the only man she’d ever loved, who was also the only man who’d ever broken her heart. Twice.
She went for his belt buckle. There was no point in taking it slow. Not when she had years’ worth of sexual frustration to make up for.
She opened his belt and then unbuttoned his fly. Her hand slid beneath the elastic band of his boxer briefs, and she had her very favorite cock in her hand once again. She stroked his hard length, and he groaned. She slowly scooted down his body until she was on the floor between his thighs as he sat on the couch. His beautiful penis was before her, and just as she’d done for the first time on Christmas Eve so many years ago, she swirled her tongue around the tip, tasting his precum as she teased him with light licks.
“Lex.”
She remembered how he hadn’t let her touch him the first night they were together. He’d given her his mouth and hands, but not the body part she wanted the most.
“I’ve missed you,” she said to his penis.
He laughed. “Was that for me or my dick?”
She looked up at him and smiled. “You’re a smart man. You know I’ve always only wanted you for one thing.” She wrapped her hand around him and stroked the shaft. “And it was never your money.”
He laughed again. And lord, she remembered how much fun they’d had. Sex with him had always been hot and passionate but also fun and even silly. They’d laughed so much in bed. Or on the table, counter, couch, in the shower, against a tree…
“Show me how much you missed me, and you’ll get a demonstration of exactly how much I missed you.”
“Challenge accepted.” She took him into her mouth, and, as promised, his cock thickened even more. He was hot and hard against the roof of her mouth, and she sucked, then shifted so she could take him deeper into her throat.
He grew impossibly hard in her hand and mouth. She sucked and stroked and slid her tongue down the shaft, then took him in her mouth again.
She loved this, being on her knees before him, his cock in her mouth, his hands in her hair. Giving him the same pleasure he’d given her more times than she could count.
They were both dressed. Only his cock was exposed.
She had him just how she wanted him.
Going down on him made her so hot. In more ways than one. She released him and pulled off the flannel shirt she’d borrowed from him. He found the front hook of her bra and freed her breasts.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
She gazed up at him. “So are you. Lose the shirt.”
He did as she instructed, and her gaze feasted on his muscular chest. Perhaps a little softer than he’d been years ago and lightly sprinkled with gray chest hair.
So beautiful.
She sucked on his cock and thoroughly enjoyed this unexpected reunion.
“Lex. I want inside you. Please.”