Going All the Way - Forbidden Hot Boss Romance

He pressed his lips against my forehead. “Stop overthinking. I can take you home if that’s what you want.”

I shook my head. “No. I don’t want that. I’m worried that this will be awful for you. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Your body will know exactly what to do. Trust yourself and trust me.”

He kissed me, and the soft feel of his mouth on mine helped settle some of my anxiety.

My swollen breasts brushed against the silky fabric of my camisole, and my panties were more than soaked. What had happened in the theater had nothing on what I was feeling right now. It was as if my skin were smoldering embers ready to ignite with one touch.

He shoved my jacket off and ran his hands down the front of my body, skimming his fingertips over my protruding nipples. A grumbling moan slipped from his mouth into mine. When he reached the waistband of my skirt, he made quick work of the button and zipper.

He shimmied the skirt over my hips, and when it fell to the floor, I kicked it away. Feeling brave, I stepped away from him, and with a shy smile playing on my lips, I yanked off my camisole until I stood in front of him, wearing only my panties.

“Wow,” he breathed. “Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined you’d look so fucking amazing.” He tore his clothes off, keeping his eyes locked on my body the entire time.

Last to come off was his boxers. Now it was time for my jaw to drop. His body was a work of muscular art, and I couldn’t wait to lick every inch. And as for his cock—it was thick and wide. My inner muscles clamped down, aching to feel him open me up, aching to feel him make me a woman.

“Come here.” He dragged me into his arms. There was nothing slow or gentle about our kiss this time. It was primal, desperate, and wanting, and left my senses spinning.

Tanner walked me backward, and when we reached the bed, he eased me down onto the mattress. “Before I fuck you, I’m going to taste every inch of you and drink every drop of you down when you come on my mouth. I can’t wait to tongue fuck your beautiful pussy.” He kissed his way up my thighs, and when he reached the apex, he pressed his nose against my panties and inhaled. “Damn, Brenda, you’re a fantasy come true.” Giving a low growl, he yanked the sopping underwear down and threw them to one side.

He took my legs and hung them over his shoulders. With a wicked grin, he buried his head between my thighs and sucked my throbbing clit between his lips. The world became unfocused and swam before my eyes.

My head flopped back, and noises that didn’t sound human spilled from me. Relentlessly, he sucked and licked, driving me to the edge before hauling me back. Moving lower, he stabbed the tip of his tongue inside my virgin hole.

I reared up and tunneled my fingers through his hair. My hips moved of their own accord, seeking my climax.

He moved his attention back to my clit and brought his fingers to my opening. Slowly, gently, he slid a finger inside of me.

I clung on to him as if my life depended on it. I rode his face. I rode his finger. Dazed, I peered down at him. His eyes caught mine, and the desire I saw there was all I needed to fall over.

My body spasmed; my inner muscles held his finger prisoner, not wanting to let go. Over and over, I convulsed, screaming out his name.

When the spasms waned, I sagged back on the bed, breathless and flushed.

Tanner crawled up my body, a smile curling his lips. He pressed his mouth to mine, and I tasted the tangy essence of my orgasm.

Desperate to feel him inside me, I wrapped my legs around his taut ass, trapping his cock between my thighs.

“Stay right there,” he murmured. “I’ll get a condom.”

“Don’t. I mean, I’m on the pill. I want to experience and feel every inch of you when you take me. I want nothing between us.”

He whistled out a breath. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

Reaching down, he grabbed the base of his cock and lined it up with my entrance. Concentration lined his face, and his body shook with the effort of holding back.

“I’ll do my best to make sure I don’t hurt you, baby. Keep your legs hooked around my waist.”

With more self-control than I thought anyone could possess, he eased the flared, purple tip inside, opening me up for the first time. A slight burn followed, and I froze for a few seconds, adjusting to the size and the feel of him.