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“Pretty lace is my kryptonite,” I tell her in between our kissing, her hands cupping behind my head andpulling my mouth to hers. Women in lace is a favorite of mine. The hints of skin that show through the lace, the soft feel of it. Damn, just feeling it on my fingers, knowing it is the only thing covering her pussy is a turn-on.
“I’m starting to think that maybe you are mine,” she admits, then seals it with another searing kiss, and my breath lodges in my chest. She wants me. I want her. It’s game on.
I lean into the sofa as she sits back slightly and whips her t-shirt over her head, throwing it to the floor. Her hair falls around her bare shoulders, showcasing her see-through matching lace bra, her pink nipples peeking through. My eyes canvass over her beauty and the fact that she is opening up just for me.
“Jesus,” I moan, not hesitating as I run one hand up her naked torso to cup her breast, molding it in my hand, squeezing it and rolling her nipple. I hear her breathing quicken, and I grab her at the nape of the neck and pull her back to me, slamming my lips to her. In the same moment, I slide my hand under the lace underwear and feel her wet pussy.
“Oh God… yes….” she moans, our kiss becoming more frantic as I glide my finger around her wetness and over and over her clit repeatedly. Her body shakes with each touch and her hips move faster against my hand.
“You are so wet, baby girl. Is this all for me?” Slipping a finger inside her, my palm presses against her clit. Fuck, she is gorgeous.
“Yessss. Oh… my… God… yes… That feels so good,” she whimpers, holding on to my shoulders, leaning back from me a little as she grinds down harder. In this position, I get to watch her, eyes closed, head back, face toward the ceiling. Her long hair cascades down her back and sways back and forth with the movement. I have one hand cupping her ass, still pushing and pulling her hips in motion, my other hand finger-fucking her, and I feel like I am the luckiest fucking asshole on the planet.
“That’s it… Have you been thinking about yesterday? About how much you were grinding on me, how hard you made me? You haven’t left my mind,” I say, slipping in a second finger. Mewling, she nods and bites her bottom lip. “Good girl… Fuck my fingers… that’s it…” My praise for her has the desired effect as her movements become hastier. As I rub my thumb over her clit with tighter circles, her body quivers.
“I’m going to come… Oh God, Tanner, I am going to come!” Her voice rises an octave before her mouth opens in a silent scream, curves shaking through her release as she grinds down on my hand. She looks fucking magnificent. Panting, she slows her movements, and I do the same, relishing the arousal now coating my fingers. When she looks back at me, cheeks flushed, her blue eyes glisten, and then she fucking smiles. It lights me up inside.
I’m not sure how it can get better than this.
22
VICTORIA
Oh. My. God.
I can’t remember the last time I orgasmed like that. I don’t remember ever having an orgasm in this position, grinding on a man's hand, having him call me hisgood girl.Those words alone make me almost combust again. My body is quivering as I watch him. I can barely get my thoughts together as Tanner moves his hand from my underwear, brings his fingers to his lips, and sucks.
“Shit,” I whisper, wide-eyed, still panting on his lap, my body on fire. I have never had a man do that before. Lick me from his hand, and wow, it is hot. Leaning in quickly, I put my lips to his, kissing him feverishly and tasting myself. He is right. Yesterday at the springs is all I have been thinking about. It is almost like my body yearns for him. It is a feeling I haven’t had for a long time. Even with Josh, I never felt like I needed him. But with Tanner, I ache for his touch.
He growls in my mouth as his tongue fights withmine. Cupping my face, he pulls me closer, like he can’t get enough. I grip on to his shirt against his strong chest, ensuring he is real and that this is really happening. As his hips jut up a little, I feel him underneath me.All of him. I let my hands fall from his chest down his torso, taking my time, feeling his hard body underneath until my palms hit his belt. With my heart thumping, I sit back slowly, my lips throbbing from our kiss as I catch my breath and grab the leather at his waist.
“What are you doing?” His voice is gravel, his eyes on me so intense I feel it to my core as I undo his belt. The leather is firm yet soft, not unlike the man himself.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” I tease, licking my lips. I pop open the button on his jeans and lower his zipper, all the while he watches me closely.
“It looks like you are a woman who knows exactly what she wants,” he says, and I smile. Because for the first time in my life, I resonate with what he is saying. Not just here and now with him. But this house, this town. This life.
“I am. And I plan on taking it.” With his pants now open, I slide down from his lap and gently kneel on the floor at his feet. My breathing quickens in anticipation.
“Shit,” he murmurs as he shifts a little, helping me push his jeans lower. Gliding my hands up his legs, I pull down his underwear, noticing a trail of salt-and-pepper hair leading beneath his boxer shorts, the tight ones. Full designer brand. As his length pops out, I almost cough in surprise. My eyes are glued to him. His cock is as big as every other part of him and has me swallowing roughly.You’re not in Kansas anymore, Victoria. My eyes flick to his and see him watching me.
“Wrap those lips around me, baby girl, and let me feel that throat of yours.” He nostrils flare and my pussy clenches. No one has ever talked to me the way Tanner has and it turns me on.A lot.In front of others, he is such a good neighbor, the man about town, friendly to everyone. But here, right now, his dirty talk is my undoing, and I feel my feminism wane because all I want to do is please him just so he can call me his good girl.
“Since you asked so nicely,” I say sweetly, and his eyes alight with mine locked on his. Lowering, I take the tip of him in my mouth and moan. He hisses a little at the initial contact, which only makes me want to hear more of the sound. Wrapping my hand around the base of his cock, I taste, lick, and tease him.
“Mmmmmm, that’s it…” I hear his chest rumble, so I suck on him fully, hollowing my cheeks as I start bobbing up and down. His cock strengthens even more, feeling thicker and longer, and he fists his hand into my hair.
“God, I knew that mouth was going to be good. It's fucking perfect, like every other inch of you…” He groans as I take him deeper. Pulling my hair up high, he holds it tight on my head, the sting in my scalp welcome as he watches me take him deeper.
I bob quicker, as his other hand grips the back of my head. My mouth is wide, and as I feel him hit the back of my throat, I moan.
“Fuck, you are so good, baby girl, so fucking good.”
My pussy throbs at his words. I think I could comefrom his voice alone. Squirming, I try to get some friction, my lace underwear doing little to help the situation.
“Jesus, like that. You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” he grits out, and I watch his torso muscles flex and tighten. “I’m close, baby, and I don’t want the first time I come to be in your mouth. Get up here. I want you to ride my cock.”Yes, please.
I pop off him and stand up, removing my sweats and underwear.
