“It’s okay.” She shrugs. “You can’t help it if you’re not attracted to me anymore.”
She knows he’s attracted to her. She knows he wants her now as much as he did the day they met. She knows by the way his jeans strain under the pressure of his swelling cock. She knows by the way he narrows his gaze on her like a predator about to attack its prey.
“You have no idea,” he chuckles and adjusts his crotch to make room for his growing cock. “I want to slam you against the wall and rip your panties to the side. Standing here, in this moment, keeping my distance from you, is the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”
“So fuck me,” she grins. “What’s stopping you?”
“You’re high.”
“You used to love fucking me stoned. It was one of our favourite things.”
“We were married then. It’s different now. We had an understanding. The understanding ended with our marriage.”
“Fuck me.” She lifts her sundress and slides her hand inside her white, lace panties. “I miss you. Being this close to you makes my pussy throb. My panties are soaked from remembering how you felt inside me.” She moves her hand up and down inside her panties, and lets out a soft moan, biting her lower lip. “Your laugh, a whiff of your cologne, your smile, everything about you makes my pussy ache for your cum. Remember when you would cum inside me? I *need* you to cum inside me.”
“What else do you want?” He swallows hard and shifts his weight in an effort to ease the pressure of his rigid cock.
She senses the caution in his voice. He’s nervous. He wants her, but he’s hesitant. It’s been a long time since they were together. He needs convincing.
She slides her hand out of her panties, trailing her finger along her stomach to her cleavage where she lets it linger. She slips her finger into her mouth and with a loud sigh, sucks her juices from her fingertip without breaking eye contact with him.
“I want you to fuck me, Adam. I want every inch of you inside me.” She returns her hand to the outside of her panties, and rubs her slit through the thin, wet fabric. With her spare hand, she cups and squeezes her breast, causing the strap of her sundress to slip off her shoulder. “But first, I want to worship your cock with my mouth. I want to deepthroat it and lick it. Slow and sloppy, just the way you like. I want to suck your balls and swirl my tongue around the head of your cock until you almost cum. Then I want you to fuck my throat until you almost cum again. And when you can’t stand it anymore, and you’re begging me to let you cum, I want you to fuck me. I want you to slide your rock-hard cock slowly into my pussy. Inch by inch, so I can savour the satisfying ache when your hardness pierces my softness and my pussy stretches around your thick, wet cock. Then I want you to fuck me hard and fast. Any position you want. All the positions you want. The harder the better. I want you to come deep inside me. I want to feel the head of your cock swell up right before you explode. I want to feel your shaft throbbing against the walls of my pussy when you fill me up.” She removes her hand from her pussy and lets her dress fall, lifts her fallen spaghetti strap onto her shoulder, then backs up until she’s pressing against the wall with her palms pressing against the brick. “Well?”
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