“Fuck it,” he said, threading his other hand through the back of my hair, his lips on mine.
With one sweep of his tongue across mine, the rest of the world instantly faded away and what was left was just us. All the pain, fear, and worry drowned into nothingness as the waves of pleasure overtook my body.
The kiss was deep, hungry, insistent, and almost feral. I couldn’t stop myself even if I wanted to. I pressed my body closer to him, my hands snaking up his naked torso, nails digging into the hard muscle of his back. With nothing but the towel covering him, I quickly felt his desire as his cock hardened against me.
Breaking the kiss to come up for air, I grabbed the hem of my sweatshirt, pulling it over my head, discarding it to the floor. His emerald eyes raked up and down my body, his Adam’s apple dipping as he swallowed hard. Planting my hands on my tits, I gave them a little squeeze, then made my best attempt at signing, “You like boobs?” I hope I got the signs right, remembering them from the previous night.
A sexy, flirtatious grin overtook his features and he nodded. “Love boobs,” he replied.
I made a come-hither motion. I guess it worked, because before I knew it he gently pushed me down on the sofa, burying his face in my cleavage. His large, callused hand cupped my breast as his tongue rolled around my nipple, giving it a little flick. Every nerve ending was firing in my body. He smelled so damn good, like fresh, crisp, pine and cedar, with that wonderful just-out-of-the-shower soapy scent still clinging to his slightly damp skin.
His lips trailed kisses down my torso, stopping at my belly. And then he froze, every muscle tensing under my grasp. His eyes flicked up and met mine. “You won’t hurt me, Tanner. It’s okay.” I nodded in case he couldn’t see my lips.
And then he did the sweetest thing ever. He placed a gentle, timid hand on my stomach, then kissed my belly. His fingers gripped the sides of my sleep shorts and panties and gently tugged them off of me. Seconds later, his mouth went to work. He started soft and slow, drawing it out, teasing me, before he went to town, doing what he did best. The man’s tongue was fucking magical. Two fingers dipped inside me as he looked up at me, sweating, panting. Before long, my legs were trembling so badly I could barely stand it. Grabbing a pillow, I muffled my cries as I fell over the edge.
I tugged on his shoulders, pulling him to my mouth. I could taste the tang of myself on his lips as his tongue lapped over mine. I needed more of him. Fumbling between us, I yanked off the towel around his waist. Finally, it was just he and I, skin to skin, heartbeat to heartbeat. My nails dug into the tight flesh of his toned ass and I could feel his dick straining against me.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted him inside me. Reaching between us, I wrapped my hand around his cock, giving it a tug, then snaked my legs around him, urging him toward my opening.
Finally, with one gentle thrust, he was in me. One arm bracing himself on the back of the sofa, the other clutching my jaw, his green eyes locked with mine. His hips rolled slowly at first, easing me along the journey. His hair was still damp from the shower and with each thrust, tiny droplets of water would drip down onto my naked skin. He was so beautiful I wanted to cry.
His thrusts grew harder, more intense, but his eyes never left mine. His thumb grazed my lips and each time I’d moan in pleasure, his jaw would tense and he’d groan, swallowing hard. After this happened a few times, I realized what he was doing. He was feeling my moans as the breath would leave my mouth.
Holy fucking shit that was sexy.
Finally, he removed his left hand from my jaw and licked his thumb. Pressing between our bodies, he rubbed it gently over my clit as he continued to thrust. My eyes rolled back in my head as my legs began to quiver. I’d never had an orgasm with a man inside of me, because penetration alone could never get me there. But Tanner was an insightful, generous lover that knew exactly what to do to make me come.
He kept his thrusts deep and hard, but in a perfect rhythm, going nice and slow, focusing solely on my clit. He removed his thumb for just a moment to lick it again, then dug back in, increasing the pressure gradually. He wasn’t shoving me over the edge in order to get his, he was tugging me there, ever so slowly, letting it build and build. My legs shimmied and shook like a fault line, and I knew the earth was about to split open for me because I was about to fucking explode.
“Please,” I begged for him to release me.
He jutted his chin toward me, asking me to say it again.
“Please, Tanner. Make me come.”
A wink, a nod, and one heavy thrust, his cock went deep in me as his thumb did the rest. Finally, I burst. Every muscle in my body tensed as the waves crashed over me. I threw my head back screaming, squirming, digging my fingers into the cushion to try to have something to grip onto.
Once my racing heart steadied and I found air again, I looked up at him. “Fucking hell, Tanner.” I grabbed his face and pulled him into me, kissing him like a wild animal. Deep. Feral.
My breasts pressed against his chest, sweaty, sticky, as he continued to thrust harder. I trailed kisses over his cheek, neck, shoulders, tasting every inch of his salty skin. I couldn’t get enough of him. My hands were everywhere, on his back, groping his ass, touching every inch of his body that I could reach.
His pace began to slow, then with two deep, final thrusts his jaw clenched, head turned, eyes closed, and he came. His shoulders tensed, shook, and then at long last, relaxed.
He breathed out heavily. Finally opening his eyes, he stared right at me, grinning. Pressing his lips to my forehead, still inside me, his body shook one final time before he pulled out.
Standing to his full height, he reached to the floor, grabbed the towel, and wiped first himself then me. Once I was cleaned up, he picked up my clothes, grabbed me by the hand, and pulled me down the hall to his bedroom.
He sat down on his bed, still in the nude.
“Again?” I asked, not that I was protesting.
He smirked at me and shook his head. His expression basically said um, no, I need a little bit of recovery time. Wrapping his strong arms around me, he gently pulled me to the unmade bed. Settling himself in, he snuggled me up to his body. Big spoon, little spoon. Tanner’s lips touched my bare shoulder as he peppered me with soft kisses, his hand gently trailing up and down my arm.
“I just want to hold you,” he finally said to me.
Nodding, I pulled his arm tighter around me and we just lay there in the afterglow. With the afternoon light trickling in through the large windows, I stared out at the landscape of the trees and snow on the ground.
It was absolutely perfect. “I think I’m falling for you, Tanner,” I whispered, knowing he couldn’t hear me or see my face, but I just needed to say it out loud. It was too soon to really tell if this was love, but I’d never felt like this in my life.
And I knew right then, I would stay there forever if he’d have me.
I lay there for a good hour, holding her in my arms, never wanting to let go.
Her skin was so soft, so silky. Her hair smelled like a citrus grove in the winter, which I knew was a contradiction, but it made sense for the paradox that was Gia. The woman was not all that she seemed. Her tiny body fit next to me like a piece of a missing puzzle. She was everything that was good in the world.
The more I thought about her, the more my cock came back to life and rallied, so we went for another round.