Four
The scarfaround my neck tightened a little as Bo grabbed my hip, pulling me back into him more. My knees trembled as I felt his tip glide over my wetness.
“You fucking tease,” I whispered, gripping the pillow a little tighter.
Bo’s lips made contact with my shoulder blade, followed by a few quick nips. “We were interrupted last time. I want to enjoy every minute of this, Peyton.”
The feeling of the scarf getting to the perfect tension and his fingers lacing in my hair brought back floods of memories of our intimate explorations in college. Chills ran down my spine as he did everything that made me go freaking wild. From shoving my head down onto the pillow to pulling my ass high in the air and slowly fingering my ass as his dick teased my opening, it was all perfection.
A climax was already building in the pit of my stomach and we had barely gotten to the good part. Finally his thickness filled me as Bo roughly started to push harder and deeper into my pussy.
“God, I missed you.” His hot breath hit my back as his moans rose quietly from the back of his throat.
I cried out from the pleasurable pain as he forced his thumb roughly into my back door. Electricity shot down my legs and arms as I started to tremble, gently thrusting my throbbing cunt onto him.
“Bo, I’m about to…” It was too late—my orgasm was crashing around me. My entire body was in a tingling state of euphoria as I felt Bo’s nails dig into the back of my neck.
“Fuck,” I heard him cry out as his cock started to pulse inside me.
Gently his head fell onto my back as he struggled to catch his breath. “You’re so damn sexy. I couldn’t hold it in either.”
Loosening the scarf, I rolled over, holding Bo’s head against my bare chest. “There’s always the morning,” I whispered.
We shifted and got under the covers, curling up in each other’s arms.
“Thank you for finding me again.”
Bo kissed my cheek, pulling me closer into him. “No, babe. Thank you for letting me.”
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While the baconwas sizzling in the pan and the eggs were turning the perfect golden brown at the edges, I heard Bo’s steps thudding across the hardwood flooring. Before I could even turn to greet him, his hands were running down my arms and his breath was hot on my neck as he kissed my shoulder. “Morning, beautiful.”
“Morning. Ready for some breakfast?” I flipped the eggs onto their plates and started to turn to head over to the table.
Bo grabbed me, pushing me against the counter. “I have a better idea of what to start with, love.”
It took everything in my power not to let the plates in my hands crash to the counter as Bo dropped to his knees, taking my pajama pants to the floor with him. Shoving my thong out of the way, his tongue started to glide over my slickening lips. I leaned forward onto the counter for more stability as my knees quaked.
His talented lips and tongue licked and sucked on my sensitive clit, making me moan with ecstasy. “Holy shit, Bo.”
Lightly his fingers started to press on my opening, gingerly starting to pulse in and out of me, going deeper and curling perfectly to hit my spot. It had been years since I had been touched like that and my body reacted quickly.
My climax consumed me as my hips bucked against Bo’s hungry lips. Slowly I dropped to my knees, straddling Bo’s waist as he leaned against the cabinet.
I could feel his want through his thin boxers as I crushed my lips to his. Sliding his boxers down, I slid him into me, pushing my hips down onto his.
“You know the breakfast is going to be cold,” I whispered in his ear.
Bo kissed my cheek before growling, “I know a good diner not too far from here.”
He pulled my shirt up over my head, biting my neck a little as he pulled my hips hard into him.
Bo’s moans cheered me on as I rode him on the floor like we had when he’d snuck out to meet me while my parents were visiting my aunt for the weekend right before high school graduation. It all felt rushed but at the same time, it was like coming home. This was my second chance to love Bo Briggs again and there was nothing I wanted more in the entire world.
Our bodies moved together in perfect rhythm as our climaxes built and erupted in sync. By the end I was panting, shaking, and starving.
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