kiss. Nothing could stop it now.
Rebel whisked me off my feet and swung me around. “Where's the bedroom?” His voice was low and guttural. He carried me down the hallway and to the last door on the right. Rebel gently laid me down on the king-sized bed with a white comforter.
Somewhere in the back of my head, my subconscious was screaming at me to run away. We were supposed to be broken up. But the love of my life was back...
Rebel lifted his tight white shirt over his head and exposed that ripped body. He was more chiseled since the last time I saw him, more definition in his chest and abs. More tattoos too. A lot more tattoos. His skin was completely covered in ink.
I couldn't help but attack his blue jeans. I fumbled around with his belt and snaked it out of the loops. Rebel unzipped and dropped his pants to the ground. His length was pinned beneath his gray boxer briefs, just waiting to be unleashed. The desire ran deep down in my core. Rebel pushed me back down on the bed before I could rip off those boxers.
“I've thought about this moment for four years,” Rebel said softly, running his finger down my neck. I suddenly felt self-conscious about my outfit. I was wearing a paint-stained apron that couldn't be any less attractive. But for some reason, to Rebel, it was.
“It's not a dream anymore. This is real.” I undid the tie around my back and threw my apron across the room.
Rebel wouldn't let me touch the rest of my clothes. His rough hands did the rest, tearing my little blue t-shirt over my head, pulling my jeans, both legs off at the same time. I lay on the bed wearing white panties and a nude-colored bra. Again, not the sexiest but you wouldn't be able to tell by the hunger in Rebel's eyes. My flesh was his to devour.
Rebel nibbled at the crook of my neck and worked his way down. It tickled at first, goosebumps forming on my arms. Rebel pulled at the front of the bra until it snapped and my breasts spilled out. I had forgotten how passionate he could be. Rebel kneaded my supple breasts, pinching my nipples until they hardened.
“Did you miss me?” Rebel asked, pressing my nipple into his mouth.
He chewed on me softly until I cried out, “Yes, I missed you.”
Rebel slipped both hands into the waistband of my white panties. His arms flexed, pulling the fabric until it tore apart. He swept the shreds of my underwear to the side.
Rebel pulled down his boxers until his hard cock bounced out. My breathing quickened and a spike of ecstasy flowed through me. I never wanted him more than I did in that moment. Our entire past between us floated away. All that mattered was this moment.
“Take me now, Rebel. I need you. ”
Rebel gave me a devious smile. “Patience, baby.”
Patience wasn't my best virtue but when Rebel grazed his finger against my slit, I instantly shut up. I closed my eyes and focused on the pleasure. Rebel rubbed my fleshy hood around, bringing me so close to the edge.
This was what I had been missing for four years. I'd barely gotten by from touching myself in the shower. But nothing could compare to Rebel's touch.
I opened my eyes to discover Rebel sucking on the fingers he used to touch me. “You always tasted like Heaven, Kayla.”
The pressure was building. If Rebel didn't release it, I'd have to do it myself. “Rebel, please...”
I didn't have to say another word. Rebel knew it was time. He spread my legs and plunged into me. My slick pussy stretched until his entire cock filled me up. I wrapped my ankles around his back and held onto his arms as I detonated around him. I quivered and shook, Rebel thrusting in and out of me.
The room spun around and eventually my vision came back to me. That orgasm was like a punch to the face. Was this what sex with Rebel was like? It had been so long ago that I almost forgot.
My first time was a very different experience. Rebel and I held off for a
Rebel whisked me off my feet and swung me around. “Where's the bedroom?” His voice was low and guttural. He carried me down the hallway and to the last door on the right. Rebel gently laid me down on the king-sized bed with a white comforter.
Somewhere in the back of my head, my subconscious was screaming at me to run away. We were supposed to be broken up. But the love of my life was back...
Rebel lifted his tight white shirt over his head and exposed that ripped body. He was more chiseled since the last time I saw him, more definition in his chest and abs. More tattoos too. A lot more tattoos. His skin was completely covered in ink.
I couldn't help but attack his blue jeans. I fumbled around with his belt and snaked it out of the loops. Rebel unzipped and dropped his pants to the ground. His length was pinned beneath his gray boxer briefs, just waiting to be unleashed. The desire ran deep down in my core. Rebel pushed me back down on the bed before I could rip off those boxers.
“I've thought about this moment for four years,” Rebel said softly, running his finger down my neck. I suddenly felt self-conscious about my outfit. I was wearing a paint-stained apron that couldn't be any less attractive. But for some reason, to Rebel, it was.
“It's not a dream anymore. This is real.” I undid the tie around my back and threw my apron across the room.
Rebel wouldn't let me touch the rest of my clothes. His rough hands did the rest, tearing my little blue t-shirt over my head, pulling my jeans, both legs off at the same time. I lay on the bed wearing white panties and a nude-colored bra. Again, not the sexiest but you wouldn't be able to tell by the hunger in Rebel's eyes. My flesh was his to devour.
Rebel nibbled at the crook of my neck and worked his way down. It tickled at first, goosebumps forming on my arms. Rebel pulled at the front of the bra until it snapped and my breasts spilled out. I had forgotten how passionate he could be. Rebel kneaded my supple breasts, pinching my nipples until they hardened.
“Did you miss me?” Rebel asked, pressing my nipple into his mouth.
He chewed on me softly until I cried out, “Yes, I missed you.”
Rebel slipped both hands into the waistband of my white panties. His arms flexed, pulling the fabric until it tore apart. He swept the shreds of my underwear to the side.
Rebel pulled down his boxers until his hard cock bounced out. My breathing quickened and a spike of ecstasy flowed through me. I never wanted him more than I did in that moment. Our entire past between us floated away. All that mattered was this moment.
“Take me now, Rebel. I need you. ”
Rebel gave me a devious smile. “Patience, baby.”
Patience wasn't my best virtue but when Rebel grazed his finger against my slit, I instantly shut up. I closed my eyes and focused on the pleasure. Rebel rubbed my fleshy hood around, bringing me so close to the edge.
This was what I had been missing for four years. I'd barely gotten by from touching myself in the shower. But nothing could compare to Rebel's touch.
I opened my eyes to discover Rebel sucking on the fingers he used to touch me. “You always tasted like Heaven, Kayla.”
The pressure was building. If Rebel didn't release it, I'd have to do it myself. “Rebel, please...”
I didn't have to say another word. Rebel knew it was time. He spread my legs and plunged into me. My slick pussy stretched until his entire cock filled me up. I wrapped my ankles around his back and held onto his arms as I detonated around him. I quivered and shook, Rebel thrusting in and out of me.
The room spun around and eventually my vision came back to me. That orgasm was like a punch to the face. Was this what sex with Rebel was like? It had been so long ago that I almost forgot.
My first time was a very different experience. Rebel and I held off for a
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