“Go ahead,” I whisper against her ear before biting down on the lobe. Her hands grip the sink ever harder as she tries to swallow her gasp.
I expected her to be more resistant to me, but her body has craved mine for years, just like mine has needed hers.
I don’t waste time. My c**k is hard and throbbing. I slide my hand under her shirt, cupping her generous flesh, molding it in my hand. Her breasts are fuller, softer than they used to be. I want her sprawled under me as I taste them, as I mark the pale flesh and suck the pink nub. I still remember how sensitive her breasts are. The right amount of handling and she can come from them alone.
Her body is still, but she’s not telling me to stop. Finally, she says, “God, you’re a f*****g jerk!”
Hearing her curse has me growing even harder.
