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“Tucker,” I call him again.
After an interminable minute, he turns to me.
“I’m not in a good state right now,” he breathes with difficulty. “I’m on the verge of exploding. All this, it’s…”
He doesn’t have time to justify himself again before I approach him, moving towards him until my body presses against his. He says a curse as I furiously press my lips against his. A dull roar echoes through him, rekindling my desire. We both need it, to let ourselves go after this shitty evening, to obey our bodies, to give in to this tension that has been choking us for weeks.
He drops his T-shirt and grabs my ass with both hands, pressing me against him. I wrap my legs around his waist, my fingers grasp his hair, my tongue caresses his. His breath mixes with mine. I tighten my grip.
“Your room,” he whispers against my lips.
“At the end of the hallway, on the right,” I gasp.
He carries me across my small apartment, and the bedroom feels miles away. He pushes with his shoulder my bedroom door, and it bangs against the wall. I bite his lip and he bites me harder in return, fighting back.
He then drops me bluntly on my bed. I don’t wait for a second and hurry to undress myself. He stares at me for a moment, motionless, as if he thinks he’s in a dream. When I get to my shorts, he decides to take care of them himself, bends over me, and nearly tears the cotton fabric as he abruptly pulls it off.
I am not ashamed of my body, I’m proud of it. But under his burning gaze, which proves to me that he is going to devour me, I have to refrain from hiding.
When I try to straighten up to undress him in turn, he stops me by putting his hands on my naked thighs. He spreads them with a certain control, but I understand that he is on the verge of explosion. His gaze openly stares at my uncovered crotch, and he runs his tongue over his lower lip.
“Look at that,” he murmurs, stroking my hairless sex with his index finger, “how could I have stayed away from that little wonder for so long?”
I stop myself from laughing when I see that his question is really serious and let him analyze me while trying to relax. But when his glance becomes burning, my body burns, too, and the desire to touch him becomes more urgent. Not holding back any more, I reach again for his fly, but he blocks my fingers in his grip.
He climbs on the mattress and his breath comes to strike my crotch.
When his tongue starts to tease me slowly, I struggle to hold back a small cry which gets stuck in my throat. He discovers me, savors me with a slowness which surprises me. My clit pulses in his mouth, and I swear I’m going to faint. After all this waiting, I thought he would put his pleasure first, but he already seems delighted just by titillating me with his tongue.
“I like the way you taste,” he growls.
I run my fingers through his hair but can’t help saying, “Don’t get addicted to it. It’s a limited edition.”
He lets out a little laugh and bites the skin of my thigh.
He draws out my orgasm little by little but refuses me at the last moment.
“Don’t be a jerk,” I sigh as he steps back.
He smiles mischievously and puts his mouth against mine again. It is the first time I discover my taste. A first time that makes me a little more aroused. It’s different, and I think I like it.
“It’s all about frustration, babe,” he murmurs.
Then he hurriedly takes off his jeans, and I understand that despite what he shows, he is even more aroused than me.
“Top drawer,” I whisper.
He seems delighted that I have condoms but also a little perplexed. After a minute, he spreads my thighs hard, positioning himself between them. His torso is pressed against my chest and he crushes my breasts while lying on top of me. For a simple “fuck,” this is too much…too good, too intimate. But I can’t react otherwise, I can only join him in the pleasure that consumes us little by little. His gaze is plunged in mine, our breaths merge, set us on fire.
Do I have the same expression on my face as he does? That mixture of intensity and desire ready to be satisfied? I raise my hips, hitting his eagerly. His arms land on either side of my head, trapping me in a burning human cage.
Again, I can only realize that this is too…intense. I don’t know what’s going on. So, to reassure myself, I seek his gaze and state, “Just tonight.”
He frowns then kisses me again to shut me up. “Just one night,” he finally confirms.
My fingers plunge into his hair, and as the pleasure penetrates every pore of my skin, Tucker simultaneously penetrates my pussy. Slowly but powerfully.
“It feels so good,” he whispers in my ear.
