She plays with the hem of her shirt and looks down at the floor. “Maybe I’m reading this all wrong.” When she finally looks at me, I see the worry on her face. “Tell me if I’m embarrassing myself.”
I shake my head. “First of all, you couldn’t embarrass yourself with me. There’s no way. I’m just trying to make sure we’re on the same page of what we want to happen here.”
She wraps her arms around her waist. “What do you want to happen here?”
I take the last remaining steps toward her and don’t stop until we’re close enough I can feel her breasts graze against me with each breath she takes. “Can I be honest with you?”
She rolls her eyes. “I hope so.”
“I’ll tell you exactly what I want. I’ve dreamt about it since the day I met you. I want to have you. I want to bury my dick so far inside you we don’t even know where you end and I begin. I want to taste, tickle, and tease every inch of you until you’re delirious and realize that no other man will ever please you like I do. And then, when you’ve had enough, I want to lie next to you and wake up the same way... just to do it all again.”
She’s staring at me, her mouth hanging wide open. She lets out a big whoosh of breath, and then she starts to move. First, she pulls her shirt off. Then she’s kicking off her shoes and pulling down her pants. When she’s in nothing but her bra and panties, she stands up but doesn’t look me in the eye.
My voice is hard. “Are you going to finish?”
Her eyes flick to mine. “Uh, yeah, I mean, I thought I’d see your reaction to this first. I’m not skinny...”
I reach for her, rubbing my hand along her soft belly. “No, you’re just right. You’re perfect, Mama. Perfect for me.”
I reach down to the juncture of her thighs and press my finger along the wet fabric. She moans, throwing her head back, and I can’t resist kissing her. Our lips move together in perfect harmony as I pump my finger along her slit.
I pull back. “Off. I need these off.”
She pulls her panties down and steps out of them. She barely gets her foot down and I have her picked up and laid backwards across the bed. Her legs fall open, and I shove my shoulders between her thighs.
I breathe in her scent, inhaling her before I lower my mouth to her swollen folds. At first touch, her hips buck, and I suckle her, swiping my tongue through her wet slit.
“Jason.” She moans as she threads her fingers through my hair and holds me tight.
My lips latch on to her swollen clit, and I pump my finger in and out of her. She moans, whimpering, but all that does is push me further, wanting more from her. I apply more pressure to her clit, circling it, stroking it back and forth.
Her hips raise off the bed, but I don’t stop. If anything, I give it to her harder and with more pressure.
She starts to come. I can feel her whole body go taut, but I still don’t stop. She bucks me, but I hold steady, wanting her pleasure more than my own. Her climax hits her and hits her hard. She bellows my name, and I climb up her body, pressing my lips to hers.
She whimpers, and I know exactly how she’s feeling. The taste of her arousal takes it all to another level.
I unfasten the front clasp of her bra and palm her breasts, kneading her, caressing her hard tips.
“Jason,” she moans.
“Yeah, honey?” I answer as I take a pink swollen bud into my mouth. I could feast on her all night, and that’s exactly what I plan to do. She’s so responsive. It has my dick incredibly hard, but I try to ignore it. I want this to be all about her.
Chapter 9
Tara
I say his name again. “Jason, stop.”
He stops instantly and pulls back to look at me. I know I probably look a mess. I’m looking at him with half-closed eyes. I can feel that my lips are swollen, and I’m sure my hair is going every which way. I probably already look like I’ve been thoroughly fucked.
He doesn’t seem to notice, though. “What’s wrong?”
“I need you... inside me.”
He leans up and looks at me. “There’s something I need to tell you.”
My eyes widen. “Shit. You’re married? Fuck! You have a disease!”
“What? No, fuck no. Nothing like that. I’m clean.”
I let out a breath and tug at his shirt, helping him pull it over his head. “Good. So am I.”
“I...” He starts to say something to me, but I shake my head.
“No, I don’t need to know. Whatever it is... it can wait until later. I need you now.”