Her breath catches. “Please.”
She begs sweetly. That kind of thing has never turned me on before. But now? My blood is firing. I’m itching to get my hands all over her. My mouth is watering for a taste.
Maybe as time goes on, I really am getting more caveman. Or maybe I’m finally realizing what I’ve wanted all along—someone soft and sweet who sees sex as a celebration of us. And maybe I’m finally admitting who I am now that I’ve found someone who appreciates that I’m all man.
“Open for me.” I swipe my thumb across her bottom lip.
Mandy complies as her lashes flutter shut. I dip my head, cover her mouth…and lose myself in her sweetness. She wraps her arms around my neck and presses her body against me, lighting me up even more. Thank god the bed is right behind her, and all I have to do is guide her down to it.
She tumbles back softly, never breaking our kiss. But I need to make sure she’s fully with me, so I lift my head and brush skeins of her pale hair from her face. “Baby?”
“I want you.”
I kiss her throat, her cheeks, her forehead, breathing her in all the while. Then her mouth lures me back, and I cover it with mine, addicted to her honeyed flavor. As I sink into our kiss, she clings tighter. Her breath picks up pace. She arches up, and her legs part beneath me.
Holy hell.
“I’m trying to take this slow.”
“I know and I appreciate it.” She nips at my bottom lip as she wraps one of her thighs around my leg. “But I want you now. I’ve been without you all my life, and I need to make up for lost time.”
She’s right. That fact hits me between the eyes. Every moment of every day we have is precious, and we’ve both wasted years on dead ends. Our future starts now.
“Mandy, baby, I’m going to love you…” I tear my shirt over my head and toss it across the room.
Pressing my bare chest to hers is so electric. The sizzle ripples through my whole body and burns me. Passion grips me by the throat. I seize her mouth, stroking her with my tongue as I let my hands wander her body, worshipping her small waist before gripping her hips and lifting her up against my aching cock.
She tears her lips free with a groan, tossing her head back with a whimper. “Tanner…”
As she exposes her throat to me, I claim every inch of her skin with my kiss, then work my way to her collarbones, drift down to the upper swells of her breasts…until I’m hovering over one of her peaked nipples. “I’m going to suck this into my mouth.”
“Yes.”
“Hard. I’m going to lick it and prod it and drag it deep.”
“Please,” she pants.
“Then I’ll start all over, until you feel the stroke of my mouth all the way through your body.”
“Hurry.”
Then her nails are in my shoulders, urging me on. My body keeps taking over, squeezing her hips and pressing my khaki-covered erection against her pussy. In response, she breathes harder—and parts her legs wider.
Fuck, this is getting hot fast. But she opened the door to our passion, and now I can’t close it. I can’t pretend that I don’t need to light her on fire. I can’t not wish like fuck that I was already inside her.
Then I do exactly what I spelled out. I dip my head and all but inhale her nipple. It’s taut and gets even harder the moment my lips surround it. My tongue follows, curling, swirling, prodding and licking until her cheeks pinken. Until her breathing sounds choppy. Until she’s undulating beneath me and silently begging for more.
When I pull back, she gasps in protest and tightens her leg around me. “No!”
“Shh. Yes,” I insist as I dip my head to her other nipple and draw it into my mouth.
As I pull deep, Mandy arches. A moan escapes her lips. Then she melts back into the bed. “Yes…”
I focus on the first nipple again, relishing every sigh, cry, and whimper until her fingertips wander my body, until her hips wriggle restlessly, until I feel her heart beating furiously against mine.
Then I start making my way down her body, dragging my lips over the plane of her stomach. Her workout efforts are obvious, but so is her softness. The signs pregnancy left on her body somehow arouse me more, maybe because it’s obvious she’s fertile. I can’t deny that the idea of her growing our children inside her does something to me. It’s not purely sexual, though that idea turns me on. But it’s about knowing we’d be tangling our blood, hearts, and lives to create the next generation we would raise on love.
Fuck, I’m getting awfully philosophical for a man about to get a first taste of his woman’s pussy, but when I lower my shoulders between her thighs and her nails find their way to my scalp, the desire to make that a reality overwhelms me. So I focus on the here and now, loving the way she doesn’t try to hide her need for me. She simply pulls me closer, opens for me more, and gives a long, high-pitched cry as my tongue swipes up her furrow before settling over her clit.
“Tanner!”
Everything about her response lights me on fire, especially the way she wants me. I part her with my thumbs and open her, tasting her again, drawing in her hidden sweetness. Then I try to press a pair of fingers inside her, finagling and working the digits into her tight, clenched cunt until she finally lets me in.
“How long has it been?”
She opens her eyes enough for me to see the uncertainty. “More than a year and a half.”
Since she discovered she was pregnant with Oliver.
I keep sliding my fingers through her tight flesh, stroking, working, softening. “It’s going to be good. I promise.”
“It already is,” she keens.
Smiling, I taste her again, lingering, savoring, loving her essence on my tongue and her cries in my ears. Minutes slide by as I lose myself in everything Mandy, bringing her up slowly until she’s tensing, her thighs trembling, her breathing heavy.
“Tanner…”
“Baby,” I murmur against her pussy. “You’re so sweet.”
“Please.”
The sight of her fist bunched around the blanket and the rosy hue of arousal spreading up her chest tells me she’s close. “What do you feel?”
“It’s… I can’t…” She gasps when I swirl my tongue around her again. “Oh, my god.”
I keep licking her, from her entrance to her clit, lingering over the sensitive button, then rub it mercilessly with my thumb. “This pussy is mine.”
“Yes.”
“You’re mine.”
“Yes.”
“You’ll give me more whenever I want it.”
“Yes.” She nods emphatically. “I will. I promise.”
No denying I’ve wanted sex—but I need Mandy. She’s strong enough to take care of herself and her son when she needs to…but soft enough to let me take care of her when I crave it.
How can I not reward that?
I drag her clit into my mouth and suck it before lashing it with my tongue again. I don’t relent until she stiffens, clutches me tight, and releases.
When the pleasure hits, her eyes clench shut. She wails out a strangled cry. Her entire body ripples and shudders with satisfaction. Then a fine sheen of perspiration covers her. A rosy flush consumes her skin. And she flops back to the mattress, boneless, panting…and smiling.