He smiles and grabs my hips, tossing me on the bed. I bounce and laugh as he sets his good knee on the mattress first and then his other leg, so he can hover over me. My legs eagerly spread on each side of him like I’m a dessert and he’s the whipped cream on top. In my book, one can’t be without the other.
Falling forward, with his hands on each side of my head, his lips are on mine again before he peppers kisses across my jaw and down my neck and chest. He pauses when he gets to my nipple and looks up. “I’ve wanted to do this since I first met you.”
Without taking his eyes from mine, he sucks my nipple into his mouth, and I swear I almost come right then. “Oh, fu…, Tuck…” I seem to be incapable of being coherent.
But then he freezes, my nipple slipping out from between his lips. I lift my head and meet his wide eyes fixed on me. “What? What’s wrong?”
His throat bobs with a swallow. “No condom. I wasn’t expecting this. I have some in my room.”
Weighing my options, which are really only two, I say, “I have an implant, and I had myself checked the last time I caught…” Not wanting to finish the sentence, I let the rest of that thought float into the ether. “I haven’t been with anyone since.”
Lifting himself to hover over me again, I watch the muscles in his arms and shoulders move and roll. He’s so damn hot. “They checked us religiously when I was in the Air Force, got a clean bill at my last check-in. I haven’t been with anyone since before...” He leaves his own thought floating.
Placing my hand on his cheek, I nod my head. “Then don’t stop.”
Shifting his weight to one hand, his gaze drops as he slides his thumb across my kiss-swollen bottom lip. “You have the prettiest lips.”
Locking his eyes on mine, he drags his thumb down my throat to my chest. “And the most gorgeous breasts.” Brushing his fingers over my nipple, I arch my back into his hand, but he continues moving his thumb down my stomach, slowly circling my belly button. “Sexy soft stomach.”
All the times Matt would comment on the little pooch between my hips flood my thoughts, and I have to push them away. The complete sincerity in Tuck’s eyes make my eyes sting, and I blink away the emotion.
Tuck pauses and flattens his palm over my stomach before he leans down next to my ear, my hand moving from his cheek to his shoulder. His lips touch my earlobe, and his breath is hot. “I fucking love your curves, sugar.” He lifts his head until his nose is inches from mine. He raises a brow in question and nods his head.
My cheeks flush as I smile and nod back. He kisses me softly as his fingers dip into the waistband of my sleep shorts, when hisfinger slides into my folds and touches my clit, I gasp and moan into his mouth. It’s embarrassing how close I am to coming just from his touch.
He moans at the same time. “So fucking wet.”
My other hand grabs his bicep when he slips two fingers in me as his thumb circles my clit. “Oh, Tuck. Yes,” I whisper into his mouth.
Lifting his head again, his eyes lock on mine as he slowly pumps his fingers in me. “I want to watch you come, sugar. I want to memorize what you look like when I make you fall apart.”
My walls quiver around his fingers as I fall over the edge, my orgasm detonating in my center to pulse across my body. Reminding myself that there are other people in the house, I slap my hand over my mouth to cover the moan that escapes.
“That’s right, sugar, come for me.” His soft, deep voice adds another element to the pleasure still moving over my body.
Dropping my hands to the bed, I’m still arched toward him when he pulls his hand from my shorts and sits back on his heels. The smug look on his face pulls a smile onto mine, and my back collapses back onto the mattress.
Hooking his fingers into the waistband of my shorts, he pats my hip with his hand to tell me to lift my hips. “Do you know how gorgeous you are when you come?”
As a matter of fact, no one has ever said that to me before, and his saying it out loud sends a flush from my neck to my cheeks. I shake my head.
He pulls my shorts off my legs and drops them to the floor before he grabs my ankles and slides his hands up the insides of my legs, spreading my thighs with his palms. His eyes move to my center, and a low growl rumbles from his chest. “And the prettiest pink pussy I’ve ever seen.”
I push myself up onto my elbows when he hooks his thumbs into his waistband. The rumor about his ‘big wang’ is true. His erection bobs out, long and fat with a bead of pre-cum on the tip, just seconds away from dripping.
My eyes are riveted on the large bulbous head, and I reach out, curling my fingers around the shaft. He’s hard, silky and hot, and my fingers don’t quite close around him. I slide my thumb through the wet bead on the tip and slide it around the head. Another low growl rattles in his chest.
“Sugar, it’s been a minute, you keep doing that and I’m gonna be done before we start.”
Lifting my eyes to his with a slow blink, it’s my turn to smirk as I softly pull him toward me. He lowers himself onto his forearms, and his head bumps against my opening, spreading me wide as he slowly pushes in.
My fingers wrap around his biceps, my nails digging into his skin as he rocks into me inch by inch, letting me adjust to his size. His eyes never leave mine before he’s buried all the way inside, stretching me to fit him.
“You okay?”
I’m so deliciously full. “I’m more than okay.” I whisper and rock my hips into him.
One side of his mouth twitches as he pulls out and slams back into me, making me gasp and my hands go to his back as I arch off the bed. His lips are on my exposed neck as he pulls out and fills me again and again.
