Yet.
So he let his hands—and lips—do the talking for him.
As they kissed, they took turns undressing each other. He pulled her shirt off, then she tugged his over his head. Her bra was next, followed by his jeans, then hers plus her panties. The last article of clothing to hit the floor was his boxer briefs.
Tank pressed on McKenna’s shoulder encouraging her to sit on the side of the mattress. She lifted her arms, clearly expecting him to climb atop her the way he had in the living room.
He had something else in mind.
McKenna drew in a soft intake of breath when he knelt before her on the floor, parting her thighs with his hands on her knees.
“Tank,” she whispered, as he leaned closer, running his tongue along her slit. “Oh my God.”
Her hands flew to his hair, and for a moment, he wasn’t sure if she was going to pull him closer or push him away. He stroked her with his tongue again, then glanced up to see her flushed face and wide eyes.
“No one’s ever…” she started, before nipping on her lower lip.
He knew plenty of guys who claimed they never went down on women because they didn’t like it or it didn’t feed their own arousal.
Those guys were fucking idiots.
As far as Tank was concerned, there was nothing hotter than a woman out of her mind with need.
Unable to resist, he gave her a wink, which had the desired result. She laughed, then rolled her eyes.
After that, it was game on as far as Tank was concerned. He lowered his head, sucking her clit into his mouth as McKenna gasped, falling to her back as her hips sought more from him.
Lucky for her, he had plenty more to give. He continued to lick and suck her clit, as he pushed two fingers inside her now-soaking pussy.
With his free hand, he drew one of her legs up, placing her knee on his shoulder. McKenna followed suit with the other. The position lifted her ass off the mattress slightly, giving him more room to work.
Tank slowly started fucking her with the two fingers buried deep inside her, gradually building speed, teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue until she was writhing, gasping…begging.
“God, please, Tank!”
He wondered if she was asking him to make her come or to fuck her. It didn’t matter. He was going to do both…multiple times tonight.
Last week, she’d made a comment shortly after they’d taken their sexy shower together that she’d never had a lover who’d made her come more than once in an evening.
He’d vowed right then and there, he would never leave his girl hanging with just one. McKenna deserved all the orgasms, and he was committed to being the man who gave them to her.
Crooking his fingers inside her, Tank stroked the self-destruct button he’d located last week, and it had the desired effect.
McKenna’s back arched, her legs squeezing tightly around his head as she came loudly.
He loved how noisy he could make his quiet little mouse in bed.
“Jesus!” she cried, when he continued to tease her G-spot, dragging the orgasm out until she went limp, her legs falling heavily off his shoulders. She was short enough that—on his tall bed—her feet didn’t touch the ground.
Tank turned his head, placing a soft kiss on the inside of her thigh before pulling his fingers out and lifting his head.
McKenna’s eyes were closed, her face, neck, and chest all the same bright red, that color always such a strong contrast to her usual porcelain-white complexion.
Her eyelids fluttered open when he rose from the floor. She gave him a soft but oh-so-satisfied smile as she lifted her arms, inviting him to come to her.
Tank tipped his head back. “Climb in, Mouse,” he said, as he pulled the duvet down.
She shifted gracelessly, looking a bit drunk as she tried to move.
