The Perfect Gift

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I lay underneath the warmth that was Roseanne. I should have been sated, but I wanted more. So much more. After so long apart, I suppose it stood to reason that we wouldn't be satisfied by just one serving. Or two. Or three ...

I lifted my head from the cushion and was treated to a smoking hot view of her splayed open pussy. It had been years since I'd felt like that, tireless and full of lust, like I could fuck her all night and never stop.

My hands spread her cheeks apart, and I felt her tense up on top of me. I gently stroked her quivering lips before firmly slapping her on the ass, making it dance. "Get up."

She giggled and lifted her naked body off mine. I sat up and grabbed her wrist, tugging her back to the sofa. "Where do you think you're going? I didn't tell you to leave."

Laughing, she landed playfully in my lap, still facing away from me. Her playful writhing soon took on a new, primal urgency. She stopped trying to break my grip and concentrated on swiveling her hips. She dragged that incredible ass all over my cock, getting it semi-rigid within a minute.

I snaked my hand up her back and slipped my fingers through her lustrous locks. I kissed her neck. She let out cute, sexy little pants and mewls, loving every moment of it.

"Oh, God, yes," she groaned as I pressed my hard cock against her folds.

I wondered how long it had been for her.

Has anyone else in the past few years seen her like this, made her feel like this?

I wanted the answer to be no.

I tried to remember the last time I'd made love, and I couldn't bring it to mind. All the women's faces, women who'd I'd taken to bed since Rosie, blurred together. None of them really mattered, and I knew I didn't matter to them. Even those I'd seriously dated.

Nothing meant as much as that one-night stand in Cabo. And now, I was reliving the highlights. Only this time was even better.

I sat back and coaxed her into swiveling around to face me. I wanted to see her face. As soon as I stared into her gorgeous bright brown eyes, I knew I was sunk.

This was a mistake, wasn't it?

The worry reared up inside of my chest and washed away the crush I'd been nursing for so long. I'd only met her once. Afterward, Rosie had become my fantasy and nothing more.

But now, I was catching the feels. Hard. She was so fucking gorgeous, so fucking perfect. So ... mine, at least in that fiery instant.

She put her hands on my shoulders, bracing herself for a movement that would have made a Samba dancer jealous.

It felt so good to have her riding my dick. I thought I was going to pass out from sheer ecstasy. No other woman had been as exciting or impactful.

It seemed as if Rosie were a drug I'd been addicted to for so long that I'd forgotten what it felt like before.

I'm not going to be able to brush her off so easily now. Not now that she's back in my life.

I put my hands on her sweat-slickened hips and ran them upward until I cupped her breasts. She leaned forward, sensing my urge, and allowed me to take her nipple into my mouth. I suckled hard, enjoying the pliant, supple buoyancy of her breast against my face.

My hand knotted in her hair and pulled her head back. Her nipple remained trapped in my mouth even as she leaned away from me. Her breast lifted up and away from her rib cage, creating the perfect tension.