I’m sitting at a red light when my cell rings. I figure it’s my mom, calling to remind me of the things she asked me to pick up at the store, but I don’t recognize the number.
“Hello?” I glance up at the light, ensuring it hasn’t turned green.
“Do you remember what I told you Megan?” I know who it is right away, and I also know what he’s asking about, but I don’t answer his question right away.
“Justin?” My heart is pounding…I haven’t heard from him since my family’s vacation to the Bahamas 6 months ago…but I hadn’t expected to either. I had known that it would be a one time thing from the start...but maybe I had been wrong.
“Do you remember what I told you? That you would never let anyone else fuck you like I did that night?” His voice is quiet and the memory flashes in my mind, causing me to blush.
“Yes, I remember.” My voice shakes with desire.
“And have you behaved yourself Megan?”
“Of course I have Justin.” It’s the truth, I wouldn’t think of going against something he told me.
“My Megan is such a good girl.” The way he stakes his claim over me is an incredible turn on, though I’m not sure why.
“I’m coming to see you…its been too long, and I’ve been thinking about you. I don’t think one night was enough time for me to enjoy you properly.” I can’t believe this is happening, I had expected to never hear from him again.
“When?” The light changes and I press the gas, cradling the phone against my shoulder.
“How does tonight sound?” Is he serious?
“Tonight sound perfect.” I tell him, a ridiculously excited smile spreads across my face.
“I thought it might…” He sounds delighted. He goes through the details quickly of when and where I should meet him.
It turns out he has a room at a hotel near my house and wants me there around ten. The clock tells me its only 5:30, the hours will drag by, I know.
I stop at the store for my mom as planned, grinning like an idiot the entire time I grab eggs and milk and bread and whatever else off the shelves. Then I head home, carry the groceries into the house for her and dart off to my room to prepare.
After a long bath, and several frustrating decisions on what to wear I’m ready. I want to look casual, so I’m wearing my favorite jeans, a white fitted t and a pair of red heels. Faux ruby chandelier earrings dangle from my ear beautifully, so I pull my hair into a messy bun to show them off.
When at last, my makeup is done…looking minimal but just right, I grab my phone to check the time. 9:30.
I yell to my mom that I’m heading out to meet a friend and jump in my car. My stomach flutters and knots with nervous anticipation. I can almost smell him and feel him already.
I pull into the hotel’s parking lot and find a space. I lock up and head in, going over what he told me to tell the desk so they will let me up. I wanted a little more time to calm my nerves, but sooner than I would have thought, I’m standing in front of his suite, knocking on the door.
It swings open right away…he was waiting for me. This brings another smile to my face.
“My Megan…let me look at you.” He holds me at arm’s length. And he has called me his again, which I love more than you could ever know.
He looks me over and then pulls me close, kissing me gently on the lips. “I missed you.” This surprises me for some reason.
“I missed you too Justin.” God, how I missed him, but I hadn’t known until this very moment how much.
“Say you’re my girl Megan.” His words fall warmly against my neck.
“I’m your girl Justin…you know that.”
“Always?” He nuzzles against me.
“Always.”
He sighs happily and leads me farther into his beautiful suite. “Would you like something to eat? We could order room service.”
I’m not hungry in the least…all I can think about is the things he did to me before, and how badly I want him to do them again.
“No, I’m fine. Unless you’re hungry…go ahead and eat.” I perch on the edge of the bed, suddenly completely at ease with him, my anxiety has vanished.
“I’m not hungry either.” He moves to stand before me, smiling down at me for what seems like a long time. But still, I’m strangely comfortable with this.
I look him over as well. He looks even more breathtaking than I remember him. He wears nothing but a pair of jeans and a black pair of high tops that look fresh out of the box. A black baseball cap turned backwards pulled down low on his head. He surprises me by reaching out to run the back of his hand down my cheek softly. As if he can’t believe I’m actually here. But he has to know that I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
His hand falls to my neck and grazes the delicate silver chain that rests around it. He tugs it free from underneath my shirt and smiles wistfully when he sees the pink crystal shining. A gift from him.
“You still have it.” Again, he sounds surprised.
“I never take it off.” And I haven’t…not once.
He takes my hands and raises my arms, dragging his hands back down them before lifting my shirt over my head.
He strokes my nipples through the simple white lace bra they rest in.
“I like this…” he whispers. “Makes you look innocent. But we know better don’t we Megan?”
I bite down on my bottom lip and nod. My entire body is flushed and tingling, as though it remembers his touch and is welcoming its return.
He yanks gently at the waist of my jeans, just below my belly button and my own hands move to unbutton them. I slip my heels off and allow him to slip them off.
He cups his hand against me, smiling when he realizes my panties are soaked and clinging to me, “Somebody missed me.” He teases.
Once more, I can only nod…he has somehow rendered me unable to form words.
He smiles again, with a little sigh of a laugh and then kneels in front of me. He pulls his hat off to reveal his golden hair… my hand moves to touch it on its own accord. I rake my hands through it slowly, savoring it’s impossible softness. He rests his head on my knee and looks up at me as do.
“After you left that night I realized something…I went to find you the next morning, but you had already checked out.”
“What did you realize?” I ask, my fingers still wandering through his silky strands.
“I realized how badly I wanted to taste you…but I never got the chance.”
My heart pounds with desire at his confession…and I am astounded that he had even thought of me after I left. But in a way, I’m glad I hadn’t known then, it would have made it impossible for me to leave him.
He pulls the lace down my thighs, tosses them aside and then cradles my right foot in his hand to replace my heel. He does the same with my left.
Again, he looks me over…and again I feel at ease completely even though I sit before him in nothing but my red stilettos.
He begins to trail soft, slow kisses along my inner thigh…I moan gently as his mouth sweeps against me. He makes his way to my clit and places a single airy kiss upon it as well, this brings forth a louder moan of pleasure from me.
The tip of his tongue appears and moves against me. Parting my lips so that it can slide inside of me. He removes it and then curls it back into his mouth…his eyes drifting closed as he indulges in the taste of me.
His eyes open slowly and he looks up at me, “Just as sweet as I imagined…I want some more.”
I pull him to me in response and he circles his tongue around my clit lightly, taking his time. I lie back and my hands seek out his hair once again, as his tongue gradually moves on to quick flicks.
“Oh my god Justin…” I purr ask he sucks my swollen clit past his lips holding it in place. His warm tongue laps against it inside his mouth.
I lift my head to find his eyes raised, watching me as I writhe with pleasure. I rise up on my hands, holding myself higher, lifting myself into his mouth as he sucks and licks me into a lust filled haze. I rock against him, fucking his mouth frantically as I draw closer to cumming. He slips his hands under me, each cupped around my ass, lifting me closer to him.
He bites down ever so softly and darts his tongue back and forth even faster as I scream with bliss and fist my hands tighter around ribbons of his golden hair. I gush cum into his mouth and down his chin, and he eagerly devours it all, quiet moans emit from him as he drinks me in.
I can’t wait any longer…I want so badly to be filled with him. It has been so long. I move my hand around and lift him up by his chin. He goes to his feet and his jeans and shoes are gone in seconds.
I admire the sight of his cock which stands erect against his stomach…strong and hard, and I remember every inch of it…the memory of it seems to have been seared into my mind.
I scurry up the bed and spread my legs for him again, ready for him to take me.
A small sexy smile plays on his lips at my blatant display of need, and then he repeats the words I remember so well from that night… “I want to know how bad you want it Megan. Tell me how much you want me to give it to you.”
And I, for my part, give him the same answer as I did before, “I want it Justin…Fuck me like no one has ever fucked me before. I know you can.”
His tongue sweeps across his lips as he looks at me with great approval. He is happy that I remembered…but how could I forget?
He makes his way slowly up my body. Stopping ever few inches to place a kiss against my skin along the way. When he reaches my mouth, he dips his head and presses his lips to mine, and then bites down delicately on my bottom lip, tugging on it just a bit.
I sigh with content and wrap my legs around him tightly, pulling him as he sinks into me at last. I am still dripping wet and he enters smoothly. He slides in, pushing until there is no more and I am filled completely with him.
My breath is already heavy, each rush of air rides in and out on a moan, but when he begins to drive into me, slowly at first and then gaining in strength, I immediately cry out and dig my nails into the warm skin of his back.
“Harder!” I beg, desperate for him to fuck me like I never knew I wanted to be fucked before I met him.
“There’s the girl I remember…” I hear it in his voice, see it in his eyes…he loves this.
He doesn’t hesitate to give me exactly what I’ve asked for. He pounds into me feverishly with divinely powerful force until, once again, I am wildly thrashing and screaming beneath him, totally lost in the second heavenly orgasm he has bestowed upon my tonight.
The moment I relax with my fading climax he pulls his cock from me swiftly and brings it to my mouth. Without a thought, I open my mouth ready to happily accept whatever he is about to give me.
“That’s my girl…take it all Megan.” He groans as he jerks his fist up and down the length of him, bringing forth his deliciously warm and creamy cum. The first drops land heavily on my outstretched tongue, and then I draw the head of his dick into my mouth to suck, milking every drop. And as I watch him, I realize that he has never looked more perfect than he does in this moment.
When I am satisfied I have gotten every bit of it I let him slip from my mouth. He rolls over next to me and whispers into my ear once more, “Say you’re my girl Megan.”
“I’m your girl Justin.” I lean in to kiss his chest as I say the words.
“Always?” He twirls a strand of my hair around his finger gently as my lips play across his skin.
“Always.” And nothing has ever been more true.