Page 59 of Rich and Rotten

Flicking my tongue, I got a reaction out of her. The soft moan let me know she heard me, that she was listening because I meant every single word. My mouth slowly sucked and pulled at her lips as her body squirmed around on the high thread count sheets provided by The Valora.

When her legs started to shake, I sealed it with a kiss and slid myself up until our bodies connected, becoming one. As I slowly entered her, she held my shoulders and eye contact. I kneeled down to kiss her lips. She buried her face in my neck, whispering my name and begging for what was to come next. It wasn’t about sex tonight; it was about marking my territory. Reclaiming what had always been mine.

I wasn’t that boy from our past. I was a man, and I wasn’t running.

The second I felt her on my dick, I lost the small amount of self-control I had been preserving. She was lying underneath me––her hair wild, lips swollen from kissing, and skin flushed. Her eyes followed mine, telling me that she had only ever needed me.

Wanted me.

My forearms found comfort on either side of her head, trying to breathe through what I was feeling. My body wanted to jerk and send her to the moon, but I needed to savor this moment.

Her soft hands slid up my arms as she kissed my shoulder. I pulled back to stare down into her eyes. Her perfectly manicured hand traced an old tattoo she used to tease me about back when shit was simple for us. I watched as her finger lingered over one of the new ones she hadn’t noticed––the one inked after I thought I had lost for her. She stared at the tattoo, like she could feel all the hurt I carried when I got it.

“Tata...” I whispered, my voice filled with emotion.

She blinked back tears, some clinging to her lashes but not falling yet.

“Nazir…I don’t want to think about any of that. Make me forget tonight.”

“I want this more than I wanna fucking breathe, but I need to know…are you sure?”

Even with me already inside her, even though every part of me wanted to put her through this mattress, if she told me she didn’t want this, I would’ve pulled out of her, and the feelings would have remained.

She nodded, her hands messing in my beard. That was all the confirmation I needed. I kissed her like I wanted to pull her lips from her face––slow, deep, and with the right amount of roughness. Each peck of the lips was me pouring into her––telling her how much I had missed her, how sorry I was, and how I loved and never stopped loving her. With her legs wrapped around me and her hips arched up, she invited me further inside of her. I couldn’t rush this and nut. I needed to feel her, make this moment last longer.

Preferably forever.

I pulled out of her and replaced my dick with my hand, palming her pussy and feeling Niagara Falls. She was so fucking wet that I needed a caution sign.

“Baby, you so fucking wet. I missed how wet you get for me. Fuck, baby,” I growled and shoved all of me back inside of her.

Her body jerked, she gasped, and I watched as her mouth fell opened while I pulled out and thrust back in. I felt her nails dig into me, her soft whimpers turning into loud moans. Her hair stuck to her forehead as I held onto the headboard with one hand and her hip with the other, delivering thrusts that made the expensive bed slam against the expensive wallpaper.

“You trying to kill me, baby.”

She let out a soft moan, adding a chuckle. “Then die slow.”

Fuck.

Her wit and comebacks had always been my favorite thing about her. A prissy private school girl from Greenwich, who had a mouth like a sailor and could suck dick like a porn star. I was willing to die slow if that meant I could hold onto this nut that I knew both of us were snowballing. It was moving slowly, accumulating more power from both of us, and the urge was becoming stronger. Sliding the head of my dick through her pussy slowly, I teased us both until her hips lifted, wanting even more of me.

“Harder, Naz,” she panted, scratching my back harder.

I pushed in harder, letting her feel every inch of me stretching her, filling her, and connecting us back together. My dick continued to swell at the pain of her nails in my skin. I softly kissed her lips as she adjusted her body, making our bodies mold together. Because being fucking real, they had always belonged together.

“Shit, baby. You still feel like mine,” I gritted, pushing deeper into her, sending her legs up.

Her hands framed my face, pulling me down for a kiss that almost fucking broke me. I moved inside of her slower, dragging out every stroke because I didn’t want it to end. Trying to carve every memory I had of her into her vaginal walls. She met every thrust with soft moans, gasping, and whispering my name that made me lose my shit each time she said it.

There was no rushing. We didn’t need to because we had waited and prayed for this. Envisioned this moment when it didn’t seem possible. This wasn’t about me busting a nut; it wasn’t about fucking. This was about earning her trust, showing her how much I desired her, and coming together as one again.

This wasn’t perfect; it was messy. Our mouths had missed each other’s mouths a few times, and her pussy juice was on my knees. Both of us trembled because this didn’t feel real. Pulling out of her, I stared down at her juices on me, reminding me that I was inside of her. This shit wasn’t another wet dream.

I kissed Tatiana from her forehead to her neck. Any place I felt deserved a kiss, I kissed her there. Sucking on her neck, I continued to deliver slow strokes that had her tossing it back at me, letting me know it felt just how she wanted it to feel.

“You feel so fuckin’ good, baby,” I spoke into her shoulder, as her arms held me around the neck tighter. “Missed this…missed us, Tata,” I admitted to her.

She clung to me tighter, her tears falling freely. “Me, too.”