I nod my head, and bite my lip. “Please, kiss me there.”
He slowly removes my thong and presses kisses up my leg starting at my ankle. Each kiss is purposeful, and tender, and nothing like what I thought sleeping with him would be. When he makes it to my upper thigh, his rough beard creates a sweet friction that causes liquid to pool between my legs. His mouth finds my clit, and he spreads my thighs wide apart, exposing all of me to him. I let out a long moan.
I watch him work between my thighs, and I don’t know if I ever witnessed anything hotter. My whole body heats as he strokes my pussy with his tongue, and my hands grip the soft sheets, trying to hang on as long as I can.
“You taste so fucking sweet,” he says against me, his eyes finding mine. “You like watching me devour you?”
I nod.
“Good, keep watching, and when you’re ready, don’t hold back. I want you to soak my face. You think you can do that?”
“Yes,” I breathe out, rocking my hips forward. He continues to work me with his mouth, and the pressure in my core winds tighter with every lick and flick of his tongue. He moves his head and presses a finger inside of me.
“Tanner…fuck…yes…more…” I call out.
He adds a second finger, and his eyes find mine. “You still watching, pretty girl?”
“Yes…but…fuck…I…” My head lolls back. The feeling is overwhelming, and I’m on the edge of my release.
“That’s it, Wren. Let go for me.” His tongue finds my clit, and he spends extra time sucking and playing with the bundle of nerves, his fingers working in the perfect tandem with his tongue. He curls his fingers in me, and that’s all it takes. I completely uncoil. Liquid floods between my legs, and I watch as he continues to work me through the waves of my orgasm, drinking me in like he’s stranded on a desert island, and I’m the first drops of water he’s seen in days.
CHAPTER 32: JUST MAKING SURE THIS ISN’T A DREAM
TANNER
Isit up on my knees and take her in. Her chest rises and falls with heavy breaths as she pushes up on her elbows. A sexy smile spreads across her face. Her hair falls around her shoulders, and she moves a piece of it behind her ear. Wren is always beautiful, but Wren, laying here after I’ve made her squirt, is a goddamn goddess.
“Did I just?—”
“Squirt?” I ask.
“I’ve never…fuck…” she breathes out, and my dick throbs below my pants. I slap at my face with both hands, and she giggles.
“What are you doing?”
“Just making sure this isn’t a dream.”
I move next to her, and she rolls to meet me, placing her leg over mine. She runs a hand through my hair and then leans in to kiss me. Our tongues swirl around each other, and she lets out a little moan, making my cock harder. “Well, if it is a dream. I really hope it’s not over yet,” she teases, snaking her hand down my chest and abs. Everywhere she touches erupts with heat.
“Can I touch you?” she asks, her hand finding the waistband of my sweatpants.
“I thought you’d never ask,” I say, swallowing hard.
Her hand wraps around my shaft and begins to move up and down. Her touch threatens to take me over the edge, and a sound escapes me that’s borderline primal.
“Fuck, you’re huge,” she says, rolling her palm down my length and then pausing to play with the tip.
My whole body shudders under her touch, and I try to come up with a hot comeback, but I’m too distracted by her hand on my dick.
“If you keep touching me like that, you’re going to make me come fully clothed,” I breathe out.
She giggles against me, and then her lips crash into mine. She works my cock in her hand and begins to rock against my leg. Our mouths stay locked on each other, and my hands find her back and pull her in closer.
“Wren,” I breathe out. “I really want to fuck you, and I haven’t been with anyone since April, so if you keep it up, this is gonna be over too soon.”
She rolls back and stares at me. “You haven’t been with anyone since April?”
“No.”
