My hand pushed through his hair, giving it a tug back so I could answer him.
“Mine. It’s closer.”
Fifteen minutes later, we were at my penthouse. The door shut and my hands were all over Tucker, desperately trying to get him out of his clothes.
“Shit! Why did I have you wear this suit? Too many layers.”
Tucker’s hands were on my back, unzipping my dress. When it fell off my shoulders, his mouth was on my neck, then down my neck to my breasts. My heart raced like never before as he cupped one and then kissed along the cleavage of the other. His finger glided over my sensitive nipple. Even through the thin lace of my bra, I felt the heat from his hands and fingers.
“Tucker!” I gasped, while fumbling with this stupid zipper on his pants. “I need you inside of me. Now.”
“I want to kiss your body, baby. Every inch of it.”
The dress fell to the floor, leaving me in only my white lace bra, matching panties and white heels.
Tucker’s lust-filled eyes moved over my body as though he was seeing it for the first time. “Jesus, you take my breath away every damn time I see you. Sit on the sofa.”
I inhaled a sharp breath at his command and quickly followed it. By the time Tucker was next to me, he had stripped out of his clothes and stood before me naked. My insides shook with the anticipation. Him touching me, kissing my body like he promised. Giving me the attention I had missed so desperately this past month.
My body jumped when his fingers ran lightly over the edge of my bra. “You’re so beautiful, Charlie.”
Opening my mouth, I tried to speak but nothing came out. The only thing I could focus on was Tucker’s large hand wrapped around his impressive shaft. My eyes slowly watched him move over it, the small bead of pre-cum beginning to make its way out.
I dropped to my knees from the edge of the sofa, taking him in my mouth. The hissing sound that escaped from his lips made me smile and propelled me to work faster. I took him deeper while he laced his fingers in my hair, guiding me to the perfect rhythm.
“God, Charlie. I need … need you … to stop.”
With one last suck, I let his cock fall out of my mouth and peered up at him. Reaching down, Tucker lifted me and covered my mouth with his. My bra was quickly discarded, and when I felt his hands touch my hips and slowly move to my panties, I broke the kiss and stripped them off.
“Sit.”
Tucker’s voice was full of desire.
I dropped back onto the sofa and waited for him to bring me to a place only he could.
His hands gently pushed my legs apart, and it didn’t take long before I was squirming and pushing my hips into his face.
“Yes. Yes. Tucker, yes!”
Stars exploded behind my eyes as I gripped his hair within my hands. I wasn’t even sure what all I said; all I knew was that I had never had such an intense orgasm. When I thought it was over, his mouth was on me again. His fingers worked inside me in the most delicious way.
“I can’t. No more, Tucker!”
The pleas coming from my mouth fell on deaf ears because I was soon falling again. This time my body shook, and I nearly screamed for Tucker to stop. My mind and body were all over the place because at the same time, I never wanted it to end.
I was in a state of euphoria. Nothing in the world mattered except for this man and this moment.
“I’m not making love to you on the sofa with that damn cat staring at me again, woman.”
Tucker’s words brought me back to Earth. I glanced over to see Mr. Pootie sitting on the arm of the sofa. I couldn’t help but laugh.
Scooping me up, Tucker nearly ran to the bedroom.
We had so much to talk about still. I needed him to know what my plans were for the future. I needed to know his plans. How soon would he want to get married? When did he want kids? Where were we going to live?
Gently, he laid me on the bed and crawled over me. His mouth kissed me on the lips. “You’re thinking too hard, Charlie.”
“We have so much to talk about.”