She was so wound up by now I actually felt her shiver.
"I wasn't, I didn't… Urgh. Jackass," she complained, squirming beneath me, just as my fingers landed on her panties and I started rubbing her folds in gentle circles.
"Freak," I said, looking up at her as my lips landed between her breasts, my fingers still working between us.
I snuck a look up at her and the faces of perfect pleasure she was making, pleasure I was giving her.
"Scott, for fuck's sake," she said, looking down at me, gaping with pleading eyes.
Her hand reached out for me and I kissed her palm. She cupped my cheek with one hand, the other grabbing onto the sheets and I slipped my hand into her panties, stopping to stroke her folds and touch her wet core, before I returned to her clit, increasing the tempo.
"Scottie, please," she begged.
"Yes, Stace?" I asked tauntingly, encircling one of her nipples with the tip of my tongue, before sucking it into my mouth. "What do you need, baby?"
I was hovering over her now, my dick inches away from her pussy. Every impulse I had was to plunge deep into her drenched folds. Instead of shoving my dick into her pussy, I slipped two fingers inside her.
She bolted upright until her face was before mine. Suddenly one of her hands was forming a fist in my hair. The other had snuck past the defence that was my boxers and her fingers were wrapped around my dick.
"Just a little payback," she whispered into my ear, licking it.
"Holy shit." I hissed, caught off guard as her tongue forced its way past my lips and her mouth came crashing down hard on mine.
Her hand moved back and forth on my dick so slowly it was agonising, and yet I knew I couldn't handle much more. It took everything in me not to explode then and there. Her mouth, her hands, every bit of her pressing up against me as she rode my fingers felt so damn good.
"I'm going to, I'm—" she struggled to speak, her mind as much a lust induced haze as mine.
"Nope, none of that," I said, yanking my fingers out of her and her hand out of my boxers.
I pinned her hands above her head and looked her in the eye, both of us breathless. All at once, it hit me once again that it was me and her and no one else in the whole world. My chest exploded with warmth and I laid my lips on hers in a soft kiss.
"You've got balls, Brady, denying a woman like that," she said, withdrawing her lips to press her head up against mine.
"Have to keep my promise first," I said, the tension between us so intense that I had a lump in my throat.
I didn't know how I was forming words, so I quit while I was ahead, lowering my lips to her shoulder, kissing all the way up her neck.
"You're horrible," she said with a sigh, turning her head away to give me better access.
I got off of her and flipped her onto her stomach.
"I know baby, I know," I said, the room filling with endless little moans as I kissed my way down her neck and back, my dick resting between her ass cheeks.
When I got to her ass, I pulled her panties down to her thighs and made her get on all fours. Then I crawled back in between her thighs, and finally allowed myself to taste her.
"Dammit Scott, fuck me already," she screamed, forcing herself down on my mouth as my tongue entered her pussy.
My restraint broke with those words. I withdrew from her one final time. She didn't move as I took my boxers off. She looked incredible. If it was anyone else, I would have plunged straight into her pussy from behind and fucked her like a whore just like in my dream. But tonight I wasn't going to be that guy. She needed to know that this wouldn't be happening if it didn't mean something.
"On your back, Stace," I said, suddenly almost afraid to touch her. I was so sensitive to just the idea of being near her.
"You're driving me crazy here, man," she said, turning around.
Our eyes met. Seven years of being next to each other, laughing and sharing our lives passed between us in a matter of seconds.
"I'm so fucked," I said, going back to her, pulling her panties all the way down and tossing them onto the floor.
"Not yet, you're not," she said, grabbing onto my throbbing dick and positioning it at her entrance.
I gently lowered her onto her back and kissed her lips lightly, then looked up at her. For seven years, I had been convinced that I didn't feel anything beyond friendship for her. This overwhelming need to please her, be inside her, just exist with her. How could I have been so wrong all this time?
"Are you sure?" I asked, knowing there was no taking this back.
"I'm sure," she said, our lips meeting in a hauntingly delicate kiss as I slid the first inch into her.
My eyes were on her face the whole time as I eased the rest of my dick into her until I was fully sheathed in her pussy. She looked me in the eye, biting her lip, like she didn't want to ruin the moment by letting anything out. I smiled at her reassuringly, knowing her composure wouldn't hold for much longer.
"It's just you and me. Let go. Let me hear how good it feels," I said, pulling back to begin thrusting.
It didn't happen all at once. She held out for some time, trying to control what was happening between us. I did no such thing. I knew the moment I brought her into my bedroom that I would lose my shit if I had her pussy wrapped around my dick and I did. My lips were all over her neck and breasts as I plunged into her, eventually making their way back up to her mouth.
That was when I felt her give into the intimacy of the moment. She moaned into my mouth, her hands seeking to touch everything and anything she could. She was all over me, her hands travelling all over my face, in my hair, on my arms and finally up my back as she wrapped herself around me.
Pleased to see she had let down her walls, I increased the pace, our lips just barely touching as our eyes met.
"Stacy Kendrick, you're once in a lifetime," I told her through heavy breaths and I meant it.
Obviously I'd had sex before, but I'd never been intimate with another woman like I was being with her. Every kiss, every touch, every thrust was filled with love the likes of which I didn't know I was capable of. In many ways, she was my first and I couldn't get enough.
"Scott," she moaned, sweaty, vulnerable and dizzy with pleasure beneath me.
"I'm here, Stace. Anything you want," I said,
still burying myself deep inside her as she raised her hips to meet every thrust.