pulling me into his practically naked body.
“Thank you for today,” he says, cupping my cheeks. “It was my favorite Thanksgiving I can think of in a long time.”
“All I did was eat and visit,” I tell him.
“You did more than that. But I’m not referring to those parts of the day. I’m talking about all the little moments. Sharing our lives together, how we easily slip into one another’s families. That isn’t always easy, but we’ve made it easy. Thank you for always looking out for Paisley. She really does look up to you, and that’s important to me as her father. I’ve never had a woman in my life—or hers—that didn’t realize the importance that she plays in my life and know that she’s my number one priority and be okay with that.”
“Tucker,” I sigh his name. “Of course, Paisley is your number one. I’d judge you if she wasn’t. You’ve done a great job being her dad, and don’t let that ever change. She’s lucky to have you and Lilly as her parents.”
He pulls me in tighter, until his lips cover mine. What starts out slow quickly builds into roaming hands, nips and sucking, dueling tongues, and clashing teeth.
“Let me get ready for bed,” I mumble against his lips. “Then we can continue this in bed.”
“Make it fast, woman,” he says, smacking my ass as I turn for the bathroom.
I appease him by rushing through my bedtime routine so I can meet him back in bed. He’s lying on top of the blankets when I emerge from the bathroom, naked and stroking his cock as he watches for me.
“Mhmm...” I hum my approval. I stand at the doorway for a few seconds, waiting to see what he does. I had the same thoughts and stripped while I was in the bathroom. His eyes roaming over my naked body is like a branding on my skin. He might as well be running his fingertips up and down my skin the way his eyes bore into me.
“Get your sexy ass over here,” he says, patting the bed next to him, all while still stroking his cock.
I saunter as sexily as I can over to the bed. When I reach the foot of it, I place a knee against the mattress and crawl up; as I pass over his groin, I drop my head, licking the length of his cock from root to tip before I circle his crown and sucking him deep into my mouth.
“Fuuuuck,” he groans, his head thunking against the headboard as I work his cock over. Tucker slips one hand into my hair, gathering it to keep it from falling into my way as I bob up and down, sucking him over and over as my fist and mouth move in tandem.
“Linds,” he warns, tapping my shoulder. “Stop, please,” he grits out between clenched teeth. I pop off his cock, but don’t stop stroking him with my fist.
“Something wrong?” I cheekily ask.
“I’m not coming in your mouth tonight,” he tells me, flipping me onto my back. His lips land between my breasts as he nips his way to my left nipple. He sucks it into his mouth, laving at it until it hardens into a tight bud. He moves to the right, doing the same thing to that one while one hand slides down my torso and through my folds.
“Yes!” I cry out, my back bowing slightly as his fingers graze over my clit. I’m so desperate for his touch and a release. He slides two fingers inside, twisting them until he finds that magic spot—my body trembles as he works me up, building that release that we both so desperately want.
Tucker pulls his fingers from my core, causing me to whimper at the loss. “Why did you stop?” I pout. I was not ready for him to stop.
“Because you’re not coming on my fingers tonight,” he tells me as he positions himself above me. I watch as he fists his cock, stroking it a few times before he lines himself up with my entrance. His lips land on mine as he thrusts inside, until he’s fully seated and balls deep.
My cry of complete pleasure is swallowed by his kiss.
Our kiss matches the intensity and rhythm he sets, pistoning his hips and building up the ultimate release. My body trembles as it falls over the edge, my orgasm taking hold of my entire body, from the curling of my toes to my fingertips that claw at Tucker's