“Tucker.” I moan, my head falling back from my impending release, which I know will come sooner than expected.
My legs fall farther apart and when I situate myself for the ride of my lifetime, Tucker’s tongue ceases to move. What? Is he teasing again? Please, I can’t take any more of this.
When I look down at him, he smiles. “That’s it, baby. Keep those eyes on me.”
Crap.
Eyes.
Focus.
Bracing myself with my elbows, I lift up so I can completely focus on the way his tongue lusciously swipes along my slit. I’ve never felt anything like it. I’ve never SEEN anything like it. A man, so desperately happy to be resting between my thighs, eyes fixated on mine while his mouth works magic on me, kissing, nibbling . . . sucking. It’s too much.
My legs feel like they’re floating on clouds, my body lifeless, the only feeling coursing through my body is a light prickling sensation screaming through my veins, preparing me for my fall. The build is strong, heady, overwhelming. My breathing erratic with each swipe, with each pull on my clit, with every hum from his mouth.
I’m climbing, reaching, vibrating with release, on the edge.
“Yes,” I whisper. My stomach drops, my clit pounds against his tongue. “Yes.” I get louder. My body starts to shake. “Yes!” Tunnel vision collapses around me, the only thing in my sight is Tucker staring up at me. He winks and then rapidly flicks his tongue over my clit, pushing me off the edge into a downward spiral of unrelenting pleasure. Sparks fly in my head, my stomach bottoms out, and I scream, “YESSSS!”
I try to keep my eyes open. I try not to pass out from the onslaught of my orgasm, from the white-hot pleasure taking me under, blacking me out from the world around us. But I fail as I collapse onto the bed while Tucker casually continues to lick me, his strokes becoming slower and slower with each pass until he finally lifts off the mattress and stands on the side of the bed.
He keeps his eyes on me, his hair more of a mess than before . . . did I do that? I can’t even remember. His voice is husky when he speaks. “That was the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” His hands go to his jeans where there is an unmistakable bulge. “But I can’t give you much time to recover, baby. I need inside you. Now.” There is no question in his sentence, just a statement, as if there is no other option for him.
With the energy left inside me, I roll to my side, push my hair out of my face and say, “How do you want me?”
I’m not imagining it. I know I’m not, but his eyes get darker, more sexy, as if I just said the very thing he was hoping to hear. One hand on his jeans, he assesses me with a tilt of his head. He’s gorgeous, standing tall, his abs contracting, his strong forearm flexing as he rubs his jaw, his tanned and toned body silhouetted by the stairway light. He’s positively sinister.
“I would say on your stomach so I can dig my fingers into your ass while I’m buried inside of you but I need to see your face. I want to know the exact moment you feel me bottoming out inside of you.”
Oh God, can someone orgasm just from words? Because I’m pretty sure I just did.
“Stay where you are, I’ll move you how I want you.” He winks and then pulls his jeans off his body, leaving him with only a pair of black briefs and a straining erection. The sex-er-gized bunny inside me wants to hoot and holler at him to take it all off, but I bite my tongue and wait for him to give me a show. “You’re killing me with your looks, Emma.”
“What looks?”
“Like you want to wrap those luscious lips around my cock.” He sticks his hand in his briefs and cups himself.
Fuck. Me.
He nods at his nightstand and says, “Grab a condom for me, Emma, and open it.”
Oh God, this is really happening. I mean, I know this is happening. He’s already had his head buried between my thighs, we are by far past the line of friendship here, but this next step, this is a big one. This will really change everything and for the life of me, I can’t seem to stop myself from moving forward.
I reach over into his nightstand, find a condom, and when I look back up at him, his eyes are fixed on my body, his briefs are tossed to the side, and he’s casually stroking his massive erection.
Nine inches deep.
He was not exaggerating.
“Shit, babe, that innocent look on your face is splitting me in half. Put the condom on the mattress and lie back down.”
Not able to take my eyes off his cock, wondering how it’s going to feel inside me, I lie back down and wait. I watch impatiently as he breaks open the foil wrapper and sheathes himself. For a second, he stands next to me, giving my body a once-over as he cups his balls. His cock stands to attention, tempting me to stroke it, but before I can get the courage to do so, he’s kneeling on the bed and hovering over me.
“Spread your legs, Emma.” The tone of his voice is low, gravely, strained almost.
“Do I still have to hold my hands above my head?” I ask as I spread my legs, hoping he says no.
He shakes his head. “I want to feel your hands on my body when I come inside of you.”
Before I can answer, his mouth is on mine and his body is pressing against me, his erection rubbing along my leg starting up that burning need once again. Knowing I can have a little bit of control of my own, I cup his face and really revel in this moment, in the way Tucker kisses like he means it, leaving everything on the table, not shying away from making his intentions known. He wants me.
His lips move against mine seamlessly, his tongue pressing, tangling, smoothing along mine, his teeth occasionally pulling on my bottom lip until I gasp, only for him to soothe the area with his tongue. It’s so damn sensual that I feel dizzy; my mind turns to mud, shutting down all my other senses. My soul focus is on him and the way he makes me feel.
Which is absolutely incredible, like I’m the greatest gift he’s ever received.
“Need inside you,” he murmurs along my lips just before he pulls away and sits up. He grips his cock, looks down at my entrance and leans forward, planting one hand on the mattress as he slowly rubs the tip of his cock along my wet slit.
“Oh yes,” I moan, wiggling forward, encouraging him to keep moving, to finally make that connection I’ve been dying for.
His eyes fall to mine just as he starts to enter me. He’s thicker than any man I’ve ever been with so he feels like he’s stretching me to full capacity. My mouth falls open from his girth, from the slow pace he’s going at and when he asks if he’s hurting me, all I can do is shake my head and answer, “More.” He grunts and pushes deeper until he’s fully inside me.
I have to take deep breaths as I allow myself to adjust, to let his length settle in. I can’t help it, the words fall from my lips before I can stop them. “You’re so big, Tucker. I don’t know if I can take it.”
“Shhh,” he coos in my ear as he lowers himself. “Just relax, baby, take deep breaths.”