He shakes his head. “Turn around.”
I do, showing him my bare back and the hidden zipper the seamstress worked so tirelessly on. It’s a work of art, and it honors my parents’ marriage in the best possible way. I was grateful to be able to have this from my mama on our wedding day.
Tahoe kisses the middle of my back and then pauses to blow a cool breath on my spine. My skin prickles, and I close my eyes to the sensation sliding over my whole body. He blows again on the back of my neck, and while I’m distracted by the brush of his exhale, he slides the zipper down over my backside until the dress is released. It falls off my shoulders and turns into a billowy puddle around my feet. I inhale sharply as his fingers slice down the sides of my body, brushing the sides of my exposed breasts and against the nip of my waist.
“I like the dress on the floor even more thanon your body,” he says, mouthing the words on my arm as he drags his lips from one shoulder blade to the other. “Any last words?” His voice is strained, and the sound travels down as he kneels behind me to drag my white panties down my legs.
I sigh and look up to the ceiling to catch my breath.
He kisses and then licks the back of my thigh right where my ass meets my leg. “I might not live through your seduction,” I say, breathing out violently. My hands are in tight fists by my sides, unable to touch him.
“You’ll live,” he whispers. He brushes the insides of my thighs with one hand until he finally gives a gentle caress at my core—wet and waiting. At the first touch, my knees buckle and I lean forward, palms on the edge of the bed. “And you’ll be better for it. Stay still, Caroline,” Tahoe urges.
We’ve never played games like this, he’s never been this person when we mess around. “You’ve been holding out on me,” I say.
He doesn’t respond. All I hear are his sharp intakes and exhales as he rubs between my legs. When I’m about to come, because he’s a master at playing me, I feel both hands on my ass cheeks. He spreads them wide.
I gasp, but he quiets me with a hum of a noise. Intuitively, I know what’s coming next. His tongue is lapping at me, and while the rest of my body is as cool as the night air, everything below my waist is fire, lighting up with each stroke of his tongue or suck of his lips.
I call out in a muffled scream and can’t stay upright another second, my stomach collapsing on the bed.
Tahoe wipes his mouth on my right ass cheek andthen growls, “Not yet. I’ve waited too long for this.”
“Why don’t you just stick it in, and then we can reset?” I say, flipping on the bed keeping my knees open to give him a view of which I speak. “Let me come at least a few times first. You’re so good at it,” I plead. “Husband,” I add. “I won’t suck your cock or anything. Only sex for Monty tonight. Okay?”
His gaze turns feral as it alternates between my face and in between my legs. “Saysuck your cockone more time, and I’ll fill your mouth quicker than you can sayplease.”
Smirking, I scoot back until my head hits the pillow. “Suck my pussy until I come,” I say instead.
Tahoe puts his hands together like he’s praying and looks up. He doesn’t say another word and he eats me out so furiously, I come back-to-back with barely a pause between. This is the part of the night where we normally retreat to our respective sides of the bed and pray our subconscious personalities don’t come out while we’re sleeping and fuck each other rotten.
I’m fingering my hair, coming down from the orgasms, and he’s panting with pleased exertion, chin resting on my pubic bone. “Twice?” he asks, impressed.
I nod. “That felt amazing. It wouldn’t stop. Only one thing would have made it better.”
He quirks one brow, wary of any criticism in the bedroom, so I decide to put him out of his misery quickly.
“If your dick was inside me while I was coming.”
“Oh,” he says, taking a page out of my shocked playbook. He’s still wearing his boxer briefs, our MO is still in play due to brutal habit.
“What next then?” My heart rattles against my rib cage. I’m already turned on and ready. I can tell just by looking at his face, he wants to come. This is the game changer. The moment we’ve been saving all of our self-control points for. Why we fought with our friends and broke up in a panicked haste.
I lean over and slide the stretchy fabric down his thick thighs. He bends over and takes them the rest of the way off. When he stands up, his tattoos shaded in the candlelight glowing from the nightstand, I can see his hesitation. In the twine of his muscles and the set of his jaw. “They are all the way off,” he says. His chest heaves as he looks at me. “Caroline, I love you so much.” Tahoe’s voice shakes at his admission.
“Like I love you,” I reply, making a reach for his steely hard cock. He shakes his head softly, but the smile on his face tells me he’s not telling me not to touch, he’s telling me he doesn’t believe we love each other equally. “It’s going to fit,” I remark when I wrap my hand around it and my fingers don’t meet. “We’ve had this conversation before, but I want to ask now that it’s going in there. Preliminary reassurance,” I say. “Don’t get me wrong, I want it inside me more than anything else, I’m just talking logistics right now.”
He joins me on the bed, on his knees in front of me. I rise up to meet him. One naked body pressed against the other. Heart-to-heart.
I slide my hand up and down the large shaft, and he reaches between my legs once more. This time, he doesn’t rub my clit, he spreads the entrance open with his pointer and ring finger and slides his middle fingerinside me.
His eyes flare open. I see the surprise. “It’s going to be a tight fit,” he admits, clearing his throat. He moves his finger inside of me, and my eyes actually roll back in my head.
“Oh my god,” I moan. “What is that?” I lean my head against his chest.
“Eyes up, Sunny,” he orders. “I want to try something.” As he speaks, he keeps moving his finger in thatcome hithertempo that is seriously boggling my mind and turning my legs to jelly.
I open my eyes. “Try it. Try anything,” I breathe. “Please. It feels so good.”
