Page 83 of The Replay

Her breath hitches. Her hands land on my head.

I lock eyes with her. "I want you to demand everything you want from my mouth."

She puts pressure on my nape, pushing me into her pussy. "What the fuck are you waiting for?"

I chuckle against her, and kiss her, entering her slit with my tongue. Playing with her clit.

"Holy shit," she says, and her thighs press against me.

I run fingertips on the back of her legs, knowing how sensitive that skin is. I suck on her. I let my hands go around and touch her belly, the hills of her body, up to her breasts. Teasing her nipples as I lick her over and over again.

I could live the rest of my days right here. Smelling her sex, and tasting her and getting her all over my face.

"Dom. God. Yes."

My head is trapped between her thighs. The noises she makes reach me with the echoes of underwater sounds. She undulates on the bed, chasing my tongue. I give her more. I redouble my efforts. The feeling of having to work to get my mouth properly on her drives me wild, when her legs want to keep me in place,and her rolling hips make me lose my spot. I need more. To drink from her, to feed my being off her.

It gets better— worse— when she comes.

She trembles around me, hard enough I can feel the contractions under my hands, against my face. I work her through it, trapped by the force of her thighs. Until she becomes completely loose and her legs open.

"Just like that," she whispers. "Just that."

I smirk and climb up the bed, finding my way on top of her. Arms straight, I hover above her and gaze at her sleepy eyes, and the hair fanning on her bed. Black against a duvet many, many tones lighter.

"Hey," I say.

Gorgeous. The view triggers a million memories of our time together, when I could admire her beauty openly, letting it blend with the emotions that painted everything in gold. The kind of love that made the world shine, because she existed in it, and she felt the same way for me too.

The sound goes off in my head. Click. I'm snapping a new memory because, despite not having permission to seek that kind of love with her again, I'll dare file this picture in the same corners of my mind.

She opens her eyes. "Hello."

I smile and rest my weight on my elbows. "Has anything changed for you? Are we still good with no condoms?"

"Nothing's changed."

"Will we be exclusive for however long this stint between us lasts this time?"

A small smile slants her lips. She uses her hands to pull down my underwear, and gets them off with the help of her legs and feet. I bite my lips and I help her, lifting one leg and then the other. This way, I don't have to get off and away from her again.

"It's necessary, if we want to feel free with each other," she says. "Do our favorite things again."

"Fuck." I touch the soft, plush skin of her side, raking my fingers up her indulgent body, until my hand grabs her full breast and squeezes. "Is that what we're doing?"

"As long as no one knows."

I shake my head and hinge my body in such a way, I can use my knees to make room for myself between her legs. Get in the right angle next to her.

"I guess I'll be your dirty little secret after all," I say.

It will help keep my head above water and in the right place.

And I thrust inside her with no warning. She whines. I hold, because she loves this part of it, and I want to feel every bit of me in her again.

"Sexy," she moans. "You're my sexy little secret."

"But you're keeping the little part?" I pull back slowly, and push in hard again. "Please."