Zade
“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know, baby. I didn’t know,” I whispered as horror, shock, and pain wrenched at my chest. “I didn’t know. Please forgive me, please!”
I held the hands that were holding my face and stared into her tear-filled eyes. She used the pads of her thumbs to wipe my cheeks. I pressed my forehead to hers and closed my eyes.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so sorry,” I continued to mutter.
“So sorry,” I whispered against her lips.
The saltiness of our tears tasted so sweet to me as our lips met. At first the touch was tentative, hesitant, as though she was testing the waters. But when her lips parted slightly beneath mine and I felt her tongue slip out on that old journey to glide along my lips, I couldn’t have stopped myself even if I wanted to. I succumbed to the passion that had been bubbling beneath the surface from the second I saw her across the field at the fair.
“I hate you,” she whispered.
“That makes two of us,” I confessed, my voice harsh with a mixture of sadness and desire.
“No, I really, really hate you, Zade,” she whispered again, rubbing her cheek against mine like a cat.
“I know,” I said as I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her onto my lap. I only wanted to comfort her, but the sensation of her weight on my skin was so achingly familiar, my hands automatically snaked around her back, and pressed her soft curves close to me. I could smell her pussy.
God, how I wanted her.
Suddenly, all I wanted to do was forget. Just for a little while I wanted to forget what a cruel thing fate had done to us and how unfairly I had judged her. I felt her tremble as her arms came up around my neck. “I trusted you,” she muttered angrily as her lips found mine.
My cock was rock hard and throbbing as our tongues met and suckled hungrily. I swallowed her soft groan. Her legs were wide open on my lap. I slid my hand down the front of her shorts and under her panties. My finger slid past her engorged clitoris to her swollen and dripping wet pussy.
A soft growl came from deep within my throat.
“Fuck you,” she snarled back into my mouth.
There was no turning back now.
With one swift motion I gripped her beneath her thighs and stood. I sucked her tongue hard as I walked us to her bedroom. The rain beat against the window pane, matching the furious beating of our hearts. I laid her on the bed, pulled her shorts and tank top off before yanking my boxers off.
She spread her legs wide and her pussy opened like a pink flower. I bent down to taste it. It was deliciously soft and sweet. Her flavor washed over my tongue like nectar. I dreamed of this taste for four fucking years. I licked and sucked the wet folds. Her hands fisted in my hair, and her clit throbbed wildly with need as I took it between my lips. My tongue circled it while my fingers slid into her, gently twisting and turning to find that familiar ridge.
“Be rough,” she ordered, her fingers tightening painfully in my hair.
It was as if she flicked a switch in my head. That was exactly what I wanted too. Four years of need and frustration drummed in my blood as I held her down and jammed my fingers as far as they could go. Her body bowed off the bed in response. She writhed and struggled under the onslaught of my brutal finger-fucking, but I was fucking feral. Merciless. I could tell she was already close, very close to her cliZade.
Without warning, I sucked hard on her bud and immediately her legs slammed down on the mattress as she thrust up and desperately ground her throbbing pussy against my mouth. It would have been the beginning of an explosive orgasm for her, but I pulled back abruptly, both my mouth and fingers.
Triumphantly, I looked down at her. She was flushed and trembling uncontrollably. Juice was pouring from her pussy. I was almost drooling at the thought of fucking her again.
“Please,” she pleaded hoarsely.
Quickly I moved up her body, and positioned my shaft at the tip of her pussy. I felt her heat and wetness coat the head of my cock. I groaned at the exquisite silky feel. I reached down with both hands to cup her full breasts, pinching her nipples as I plunged forward, marveling and reveling in the sensation of her tight pussy sucking in my cock.
Her mouth opened in a gasp of surprise and her eyes widened at the sudden intrusion so deep into her body, but her pussy gripped onto me like a fist. Hell, it actually felt like I was fucking her virgin pussy all over again. Like that first night all those years ago when I had deflowered her.
Completely buried inside her, I paused to allow her body to get used to my size again.
“I need it hard and fast,” she said, her voice jerky.
I nodded, but first I bent forward and claimed her mouth in a deep kiss. Her fingers clawed into my skin and her tongue lashed against mine. Then I began to thrust into her. So hard and fast, she jerked like a doll. I felt her legs wrap around my waist as she tore her mouth from mine and her slippery sweat-slicked body moved to meet every thrust.
“Yes! Right there,” she cried out while her pussy fluttered wildly around me. The deep pulsing triggered me instantly. She was cliZadeing. I was barely holding on myself. It had been too long.
“Yes! Yes! Yeeeessss!!!”
I buried my face in her neck, my spine tingling, and my cock growing painfully hard within her as I continued to fuck her like a man possessed. The blood rushed through my veins and pounded in my head when her liquid heat spurted all around my shaft. Her nails bit into my flesh as she muttered the word “yes” mindlessly again and again.
I’d waited four years to hear her capitulation and I felt the rush of my seed like molten lava burst from my cock and fill her. I kept on thrusting into her, unwilling for it to be over. Still, now that the edge was taken off, it was time for me to really get down to business. All it would take were a few more thrusts to keep me rigid.
I pulled out, and in one swift movement flipped her over to her stomach. Then I stuffed three pillows under her belly so her legs were splayed open and her gorgeous ass and pussy were raised and totally accessible to me. I swooped down and stuck my tongue directly into her fragrant, pulsating pussy. Hungrily, I licked the juices running out of her. I could not get enough of this woman. To be honest, I never could.
She moaned and I gave one final lick before I gripped her hips and plunged back into her. I pulled her back to meet me, only to feel her push back on her own. I pushed her legs wider apart and arched my back, knowing that the new angle would drive her crazy.
I saw her head go down and I smiled. Yes, this wasmySapphire. Only mine.
I kept up the feral pounding until she screamed. Another cliZade had started. I knew exactly what to do. I slapped her ass hard and instantly, her pussy tightened around my shaft. I reveled on the fluttery sensations as she enjoyed her cliZade. When it was all gone I gripped her waist and leaned back, pulling her into a sitting position.
I did not have to say anything: she knew the old drill.
Straddling me she pushed herself down on my erect cock.
“All the way,” I instructed. “It’s all yours. Take it all inside you. Every last inch.”
She rotated her hips, taking my cock into a deep area yet untouched. At that moment I thought I heard her sigh. A sigh of pure contentment. It had been so long. Then, I watched my beauty riding me, her gorgeous body swallowing my glistening cock, her hands massaging her breasts.
“Play with my clit, Zade. Please. I want to come again!”
I reached around and stroked her clit, pinching it lightly. I was rewarded by a squeal of pure pleasure.
She moved faster and faster, slamming herself down on my cock, while I stroked her clit in the way I had done a million times in another lifetime.