His mouth devoured mine, like he was trying to drink every second he’d missed, and I let him because I wanted it just as bad. My fingers clawed at his hair, my thighs gripped him like a vice, and I kissed him back like if I did it right, maybe the pain in my chest would stop.
He pulled back just enough to press his forehead to mine, both of us panting, both of us trembling from how f*****g close we were to losing control.
“I missed you, too,” he said low, barely audible. “I missed this f*****g body. I missed the way you moan when I f**k you deep.
I missed the way you cry when you come so hard you forget your own name. I missed the taste of your cunt. The sound of your voice. The way you look at me like I’m God and the devil and your daddy all at once.”
I moaned so loud it echoed.
And
