Curves for the Single Dad

“Chris.”

“Yeah Tara, that’s exactly what I want to hear, you all hot and breathless, panting my name.” Tara sucked in a breath, ready with a smart retort I was sure, and cut it off by slashing my mouth across hers. I gave her a moment to pull away or smack my face, or any of the other things I expected.

Only Tara did none of those things.

Instead, she froze for a quick moment and relaxed into the kiss, opening up for me so I could dive in and taste her fully. Tara tasted like beer and chocolate, a flavor combination I would have thought abhorrent to me until I tasted it, mixed with the unique flavor that was all Tara, it was irresistible. Our tongues touched and her low moan echoed in my mouth, amping up my desire for her.

We kissed for a long time, tongues and lips a tangle of flesh and flavors that I couldn’t get enough of, and when Tara flung her arms around me and slid her fingertips through my hair, I grasped her hips and pulled her onto my lap. It wasn’t the smartest move since I was hard as hell behind my zipper, but after a brief gasp of recognition, she relaxed, and then she began to grind against me.

Suddenly Tara was taking over the kiss, one hand speared through my hair and massaging my scalp, the other cupping one side of my jaw like she couldn’t get enough of me. Her tongue flicked in and out of my mouth, teasing my lips as her hips ground against mine and I held her close. So close I could feel her heart thudding against mine, I could feel the heat between her thighs through both layers of clothing.

I knew if we didn’t slow down we’d reach the point of no return. Soon. But Tara moaned and her hips rolled as my hands slid up her waist and under her shirt to cup the heavy handful of her breasts. The lace bra stood between us, but it didn’t matter, I found the hard tip of her nipples and pinched. Hard.

“Oh, god!” Tara threw her head back and arched into me, moaning from somewhere deep in her throat.

That sound was irresistible and I pushed her shirt up, kissing her neck and her collarbone, that warm spot right between her cleavage that smelled just like her.

“Tara,” I growled as I cupped her breasts again and she let out another strangled cry and my mouth was too hungry, too greedy to stop. I pulled down one cup of her bra and there was her nipple pink and hard and begging to be tasted.

By me.

“Yes,” she hissed out as I wrapped my lips around her nipple and sucked. I sucked and sucked as her hips are moving faster and faster, my cock straining to get closer without the restraint of fabric between us. “Yes!”

I smiled against her other breast and swirled my tongue around the nipple, enjoying the way she squirmed against me, her moans growing louder under the moonlight. Back and forth I went, torturing us both with my mouth as I wondered how Tara would react if I tugged on the zipper of her jeans.

In the distance a ringing sounded, but I was too wrapped up in Tara’s scent, in the sounds she made, to care about anything but way her hips bucked against me, moving faster and faster, like she was close. “Chris,” she moaned and let my teeth sink into the silky skin of her pink nipple, enjoying the sound of my name coming out of her mouth, breathless and aroused. “Chris,” she said again and arched into me. “Yes,” she moaned again.

I laughed and sucked even harder, ignoring the ache between my thighs with every ounce of willpower I possessed.

“Chris.” This time Tara’s voice was more forceful and adamant. “Chris. Your phone, it’s ringing.”

It took a moment for her words to register and when they did, I groaned. “I have to…get that.”

“Duh.” She moved in slow motion, swinging her leg off me until she stood at my side, breasts level with my eyes. “Go.”

I nodded and stood, ignoring her giggle at how awkwardly I walked into the house with a brain draining erection. “Yeah?” It wasn’t my normal phone etiquette, but I was still waiting for blood to return to my brain and the blood to stop pumping in my ears.

“Chris? It’s Sarah, Brittany’s mom.”

“Right.” Oh shit, right. “Sorry, what’s up Sarah? Is Lila all right?”

“Afraid not. She’s had a nightmare and she’s asking for you.”

“I’ll be right there, Sarah. Thanks for calling.”

“A dad’s job is never done.” Tara’s voice sounded behind me, and when I turned, her shirt was back in place but her lips were still pink and swollen, and her hair still mussed from my hands. “You should get going.”