with my thumb. “This pussy is mine.”
“Yes.”
“You’re mine.”
“Yes.”
“You’ll give me more whenever I want it.”
“Yes.” She nods emphatically. “I will. I promise.”
No denying I’ve wanted sex—but I need Mandy. She’s strong enough to take care of herself and her son when she needs to…but soft enough to let me take care of her when I crave it.
How can I not reward that?
I drag her clit into my mouth and suck it before lashing it with my tongue again. I don’t relent until she stiffens, clutches me tight, and releases.
When the pleasure hits, her eyes clench shut. She wails out a strangled cry. Her entire body ripples and shudders with satisfaction. Then a fine sheen of perspiration covers her. A rosy flush consumes her skin. And she flops back to the mattress, boneless, panting…and smiling.
“Wow.”
“I need you, Mandy.” She’s the only cure for my fever, and if I don’t get inside her soon, I’ll burn alive.
As she licks her lips, she nods earnestly—then spreads her legs wider. “I don’t want to wait anymore. I’m here.”
“You on the pill?” I attack the zipper of my shorts.
“No.”
I’m not surprised, just momentarily frustrated that I can’t simply work my way inside her and stroke us both to mutual screaming orgasm. But her not being on the pill now means she’ll get pregnant more quickly once we’ve committed to each other and found an even financial footing.
With a nod, I withdraw the box of condoms I slipped into the nightstand drawer earlier and tear into it. I stand just long enough to kick my shorts and boxers aside, then roll on the latex. Then I’m back on the bed, scooping her thighs up in my arms and covering her body with my own as I probe her slick, swollen opening.
She’s tight, but the rest of her is relaxed and open to me as I hold her legs apart. So slowly my teeth grit, she gives way to me an excruciating inch at a time. When she tenses and her breath hitches, I stop, ease back, then slowly inch forward again. Over and over. It seems to take forever to submerge my length inside her, but finally I push my cock deep, all the way to the base.
It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt, and a long, low groan slips from my throat.
Mandy lets out a breathy sigh and stares up at me with eyes so blue they seem to glow. “Oh, my god.”
“You feel so good.” I inch out and glide back in, smooth and easy. “Any pain?”
“It stings—in a good way. Like you’re stretching me.”
I press my hips forward, penetrating her even deeper. “Now?”
She gasps, then wriggles on me with a shake of her head. “No. It’s so good. Do that again. You’re hitting some spot inside me…”
Yeah, I am. I feel her enveloping me, closing and squeezing me tight. My sensitive head bumps and brushes against something that adds another tingle down my spine.
It’s great, but I want more.
Grabbing one of the bed pillows, I settle it under her backside, lifting her hips.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
I don’t explain. I just let our bodies do the talking, tipping her hips up even more—then I drive straight down.
“Oh!” She blinks at me, gaping. When I do it again, she lets out another breathy moan. “Yes. More…”
“Wrap your legs around me, Mandy.”
She complies, and with my hands free I slide my palms up her arms until I’m tangling her fingers with my own. I press our foreheads together and close my eyes, stroking her deep and slow.
Everything about our joining is so intimate. I feel her everywhere—under me, clenching me, hugging me, gripping for dear life. I smell her scent, that hint of flowers that always seems to waft around her. I feel her harsh, steady breaths on my lips. More important, I feel her wonder and her pleasure so deeply I swear I can feel her soul, too.
“Tanner…”
“What do you need?”
Under me, she writhes. “Faster.”
“Not yet.”
“But I need… It burns.”
She’s right; I feel it, too. Just like I feel her tightening around me. “Let it build.”
“But—”
I cut off her protest with a kiss, diving every bit as deep into her mouth as I do into her pussy. Then I settle into a slow, driving rhythm, relishing the feel of her clinging all around me and the sounds of her passion rising.
Soon, her tongue seeks mine as her hips lift to me. Under me, she’s hot, like she’s burning with fever. Her fingers grip my