The material slid to the floor, leaving him in boxer briefs that showed the outline of a very impressive package.
“You realize I’m letting you lead because I’m your present,” he said through gritted teeth. “But if you go much slower, I’m going to explode before we get to the good stuff.”
She laughed but she understood he was serious. “I’m almost there,” she promised, hooking her fingers into the sides of his briefs, pulling them down, and exposing his huge, thick cock to her waiting gaze. “Best birthday present ever,” she said as she eased the boxer briefs down his legs.
They dropped to the floor and he kicked them off, then bent and swept her into his arms. “My turn. Except I’m not only going to undress you, I’m going to taste every delectable inch of your skin.”
Holy hell, she’d underestimated this man, she thought as she wrapped her arms around him for the quick walk to the bedroom. Unable to stop herself, she put her face in the crook of his neck and drew in a deep breath, inhaling his scent and memorizing it for the future. When she was alone and had this night to remember.
He deposited her on the bed, her shoes falling before she even landed, and he immediately began to undress her. No slow unwrapping for her. He pulled her skirt off, the elastic waist making it easy for him to ease it over her legs and onto the floor. Shocking her, he’d hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and now she was bared to him, only her camisole covering her.
He stood at the edge of the bed, situated between her legs, and picked up one foot and kissed her ankle. She blinked. And he licked and kissed his way up the rest of her leg and calf, making good on his promise of tasting every inch of her. Whether she was delectable or not, she didn’t know, but his eyes blazed with hunger as he worked his way to his ultimate destination.
Grasping her thighs in each hand, he ran his tongue along the seam of her thigh and her sex, causing her to tremble with yearning, a pulsing desire sweeping through her. That tongue continued its leisurely path traveling up and over her belly, then working its way to the other side and repeating his teasing ministrations.
Dying. She was dying for him to lick her sex. Her clit. To tongue her and make her come. This wasn’t the kind of sex she was used to. Quick, dark room, we’re in a relationship and overdue, that was her past. She could quickly get used to this kind of thorough man. One who made her burn.
She arched her hips and silently urged him to move where she wanted him to go.
“Looking for relief?” he asked, his voice a husky chuckle.
“You could say that.”
“You didn’t think I’d make you pay for the way you slowly stripped off my clothes?” He raised an eyebrow, letting her know he was in control of this scenario.
Again, despite the throbbing in her core, she liked knowing he’d give her what he wanted when he was good and ready. She had a hunch it would only make the end that much sweeter.
“You said you were in charge.” Her voice shook as she spoke.
“I am. And I just realized I haven’t kissed you yet.”
She slid her tongue over her lips, wishing it was his tongue, his mouth. “Nope. Going to kiss you here first.” He dipped his head and swiped his tongue over her clit.
She threw her head back against the mattress and moaned. After that, she lost track of everything but his talented mouth as he did so much more than kiss her. He devoured her, licking her up one side of her sex and down the other, teasing with his teeth, soothing with his tongue, teasing her clit, and bringing her to the brink before easing off and going back to tormenting her in other ways with his lips and tongue.
Soon she was writhing beneath him, grinding herself against his mouth, begging for relief that was just out of reach. His beard scratched her thighs, her sex, her clit, and she was so close to climax she could taste it.
Without warning, he slid a finger inside her and she jolted beneath him. She hadn’t known how much she needed to be filled until she felt him stretch inside her. She whimpered and he pulled out, thrusting back in with what felt like two fingers, curling them against her inner walls.
“Tanner!” she screamed as she came, the sound of his name on her lips feeling so natural and right. Ripples and waves of delicious sensation washed over her, and as he pumped his fingers in and out, her climax continued until she collapsed against the mattress in a sated heap.