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Brent laid her in the middle of the bed and followed her down, spreading her legs and settling between them. He cupped her face in his hands, making her look up into his beloved green eyes. He wiped away her tears and stared at her for the longest time. "Look at me and listen, honey. I love you. We'll handle whatever comes together, as a team. Okay?"
"Okay." His weight felt so good, so familiar on top of her. She had thought of this often, ached for him. She reached up, threading her hand through his thick black hair. So much hair and so soft. He hadn't changed much. His face was a bit slimmer, the angles slightly more pronounced, but he was still as handsome as he'd always been.
He moaned and leaned his head into her caress, making her smile. He'd always been extremely sensual, loved to be petted and caressed. She'd thought his preference more feline than canine. She was sure if he could purr, he would.
She ran her fingers down his jaw, across his chin to trace his lips, beautiful, full and sexy. He closed his eyes and nipped at her fingers, then sucked them into his mouth. Her body began to wake up and pay attention.
His hips pressed down, making his cock rub against her. She squirmed, arching into him. She'd dreamed of this so often, dreamed of him, had pleasured herself many times over the years thinking about him, and now it was once again him doing the touching. She could hardly believe this was real, that she was back in his arms after all this time. Brent, her lover, her mate.
Her pussy throbbed, begging for attention, letting her know that it was no illusion. Drawing her legs around him, she pulled him tight, thrusting slowly. Ooh, his dick wasin just the right spot and so hard. Even through their clothing--his jeans and her shorts--it felt so good. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing her breasts against him. He was warm, solid, and her nipples were so hard they ached for attention. Even the sensation of pressure against them was welcome.
Brent reached under her hip, pulling her snug and thrust back. "Oh, damn!" His head dropped forward to rest on hers and stayed that way a while. "Can't believe you're real. God, I've wanted you."
She nodded. "Me, too."
He pushed up her shirt with his free hand, pinching her nipple, twisting lightly, before he leaned down and took it in his mouth. It felt better than any imagining she'd had of him in the last sixteen years.
Rhett's whole body tingled. God, when was the last time she'd felt this good? This alive? She pushed her pussy against the thick rod nestled against it, moved faster. She desperately wanted him inside her, but this felt so good she didn't want to stop.
"Brent! Yes, harder." She was so wet the boxers were sticking to her. She knew he would be able to slide right in.
Brent pulled back, sat on his heels and flipped his shirt over his head, revealing a breathtaking view of muscled tan chest.
Rhett groaned. She wanted to sink her teeth into those chiseled pecs, run her tongue over those tight abs. Moistening her mouth, she stroked him from neck to navel, watching his muscles jump at her touch. When she got to the little trail of hair that went beneath his waistband, she started tugging at his pants.
"Get them off! Now!"
His green eyes sparkled with amusement, and a grin played at his lips. "Patience. I'm not going anywhere. We have lots of time." He lifted her into a sitting position and removed her t-shirt.
Rhett resisted the urge to grumble, but only because he quickly slid down her body and slipped her shorts off, tossing them onto the floor with their shirts. He was right, they did have all night.
He sat between her thighs, staring at her for a long moment before he ran a hand down her body. Watching him watching her aroused her even more. He ran his fingers across her tummy, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he studied her.
He glanced up, catching her gaze, and she noticed his eyes had changed. Without breaking eye contact, he scooted down until his nose was buried in the curls above her pussy. Her vagina clenched tight, tingling with anticipation. She loved his mouth on her. He'd always been so good at oral sex, had always enjoyed it almost as much as she did.
He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, then let it out with a sigh. "God, you're so beautiful, Hellion."
Oh, damn! She whimpered a needy little sound and spread her legs wider, drawing her knees up and pumping her hips just a little, begging for him.
He closed his eyes, rubbed his cheek against one thigh, then the other, and finally breathed softly across her clit. The man was a tease, and she was seriously contemplating strangling him if he didn't hurry. Rhett squeezed her eyes shut, praying for mercy. She'd always thought he got some perverse satisfaction from tormenting her. Now she was sure of it.
His tongue traced up one side of her slit, then down the other, leaving a trail of moisture that he blew on to torture her further.
She moaned. "Brent..."
"Fuck this! I can't ... I tried, but ... Not now." He covered her with his mouth, flicking his tongue into her opening, lapping and sucking deeply. A groan of pure unadulterated pleasure poured from him into her cunt.
Rhett's eyes snapped open to watch. His beautiful green orbs held her gaze as he fucked her with his tongue. Her inner muscles clenched, and she felt her orgasm building, tingling up her spine. Her toes curled into the sheet, her back arched. It felt so incredible, she couldn't decide whether to move into it or squirm away.