burns me. Passion grips me by the throat. I seize her mouth, stroking her with my tongue as I let my hands wander her body, worshipping her small waist before gripping her hips and lifting her up against my aching cock.
She tears her lips free with a groan, tossing her head back with a whimper. “Tanner…”
As she exposes her throat to me, I claim every inch of her skin with my kiss, then work my way to her collarbones, drift down to the upper swells of her breasts…until I’m hovering over one of her peaked nipples. “I’m going to suck this into my mouth.”
“Yes.”
“Hard. I’m going to lick it and prod it and drag it deep.”
“Please,” she pants.
“Then I’ll start all over, until you feel the stroke of my mouth all the way through your body.”
“Hurry.”
Then her nails are in my shoulders, urging me on. My body keeps taking over, squeezing her hips and pressing my khaki-covered erection against her pussy. In response, she breathes harder—and parts her legs wider.
Fuck, this is getting hot fast. But she opened the door to our passion, and now I can’t close it. I can’t pretend that I don’t need to light her on fire. I can’t not wish like fuck that I was already inside her.
Then I do exactly what I spelled out. I dip my head and all but inhale her nipple. It’s taut and gets even harder the moment my lips surround it. My tongue follows, curling, swirling, prodding and licking until her cheeks pinken. Until her breathing sounds choppy. Until she’s undulating beneath me and silently begging for more.
When I pull back, she gasps in protest and tightens her leg around me. “No!”
“Shh. Yes,” I insist as I dip my head to her other nipple and draw it into my mouth.
As I pull deep, Mandy arches. A moan escapes her lips. Then she melts back into the bed. “Yes…”
I focus on the first nipple again, relishing every sigh, cry, and whimper until her fingertips wander my body, until her hips wriggle restlessly, until I feel her heart beating furiously against mine.
Then I start making my way down her body, dragging my lips over the plane of her stomach. Her workout efforts are obvious, but so is her softness. The signs pregnancy left on her body somehow arouse me more, maybe because it’s obvious she’s fertile. I can’t deny that the idea of her growing our children inside her does something to me. It’s not purely sexual, though that idea turns me on. But it’s about knowing we’d be tangling our blood, hearts, and lives to create the next generation we would raise on love.
Fuck, I’m getting awfully philosophical for a man about to get a first taste of his woman’s pussy, but when I lower my shoulders between her thighs and her nails find their way to my scalp, the desire to make that a reality overwhelms me. So I focus on the here and now, loving the way she doesn’t try to hide her need for me. She simply pulls me closer, opens for me more, and gives a long, high-pitched cry as my tongue swipes up her furrow before settling over her clit.
“Tanner!”
Everything about her response lights me on fire, especially the way she wants me. I part her with my thumbs and open her, tasting her again, drawing in her hidden sweetness. Then I try to press a pair of fingers inside her, finagling and working the digits into her tight, clenched cunt until she finally lets me in.
“How long has it been?”
She opens her eyes enough for me to see the uncertainty. “More than a year and a half.”
Since she discovered she was pregnant with Oliver.
I keep sliding my fingers through her tight flesh, stroking, working, softening. “It’s going to be good. I promise.”
“It already is,” she keens.
Smiling, I taste her again, lingering, savoring, loving her essence on my tongue and her cries in my ears. Minutes slide by as I lose myself in everything Mandy, bringing her up slowly until she’s tensing, her thighs trembling, her breathing heavy.
“Tanner…”
“Baby,” I murmur against her pussy. “You’re so sweet.”
“Please.”
The sight of her fist bunched around the blanket and the rosy hue of arousal spreading up her chest tells me she’s close. “What do you feel?”
“It’s… I can’t…” She gasps when I swirl my tongue around her again. “Oh, my god.”
I keep licking her, from her entrance to her clit, lingering over the sensitive button, then rub it mercilessly