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Axel
The second Tara’stongue slips into my mouth, I have her okay and flip her onto her back so I can devour her more thoroughly. My damned jeans are rubbing against my aching cock, but I can’t bring myself to break our kiss long enough to undress myself yet.
I waited too many years to taste her again, and I want to savor the moment. Her fingers tangle in my hair, and she keeps my head in place, our tongues tangling, teeth clashing, as a tentative, sweet moment turns into a needy frenzy.
She releases my hair and slides her hands between us. I raise my upper body so her fingers can glide over my chest and work their way to my nipples, her thumbs pressing into the peaks.
I groan and arch my hips, wanting to feel her heat against my dick and not the barrier of clothing. She must read my mind because her hands slip lower, and she struggles with getting the zipper over my rigid erection.
I maneuver myself off her, slide to the edge of the bed, and rise to my feet. I’m commando and yank my jeans down my legs and kick them off. Condoms are in the nightstand, and I open the top drawer, take one out, and toss it beside her on the bed.
I glance over to find Tara waiting, propped against the pillows. She’s removed the shirt she borrowed along with her panties, giving me a clear view of her glistening pussy.
I thought I was already as hard as I could get. I was wrong. Letting out a groan, I wrap my fingers around myself, doing my best to hold back.
Her gaze drops to watch, and I pump twice. Pre-cum leaks on the head of my erection, and she sighs.
“How much longer are you going to torture me?” she asks.
Her pleading tone gets to me, but I want to take in the view before I lose myself inside her. Her hair falls over her shoulders in tangled waves, her skin is creamy, and her body has more curves than I remember.
She’s filled out and is every inch a woman now.Mywoman, no matter what she thinks.
“You’re fucking beautiful.”
Her gaze rakes over me, studying the tattoos on my arms and chest before meeting my eyes. “So are you. Now get over here and fuck me before I lose my mind.”
I register her choice of words and decide not to let it go. I fucked groupies. Not once in my past have I fucked Tara, and I won’t start tonight.
I place a knee on the bed and climb over her, leaning down and bracing my hands on either side of her head. “We need to get something straight.” I pause for effect. “I’ll never fuck you.”
Those pretty eyes open wide.
“Will I make love to you? Yes. Fuck you? Not without a good combination of feeling involved.”
Knowing she’ll argue or give me shit, I slide down her body, part her thighs, and bury my mouth in her sex. The only sound after that is a long, low moan.
As I lick and nip my way around her pussy, she writhes on the bed. Her hips arch, pressing herself against my mouth, and I fucking love it, flicking my tongue and sucking her juices. I never gave oral with a one-night stand. Had it done to me? Yeah, but not in reverse. Am I a dick? Probably, but I don’t care. It’s reserved for more intimate relationships. I had one or two, but none lived up to Tara.
I push thoughts of prior experience, mine and hers, out of my mind. All that matters from today forward is us.
As I devour her, her taste brings back the best memories of the past. But the woman with her hands in my hair and her pussy grinding against my face isn’t the same shy girl I knew.
Thank fuck for that, I think, and concentrate on making her come. Once I begin nipping at her clit, it doesn’t take long for her legs to shake and the noises coming from her to deepen.
I slide one finger inside her and pump in and out, my mouth teasing her, bringing her to a frenzy, and slowing down all over again.
“Don’t stop.Please, don’t stop.”
My dick throbs against the bedding as I add a second finger and suck hard on her clit, flicking my tongue back and forth before pressing down with my tongue and curving my fingers inside her.
“Oh, my God. I’m almost, almost… there!” she cries out, her inner walls rippling around me, clasping my fingers in her wet heat.
I don’t let up until her orgasm subsides and she collapses against the bed, her muscles finally lax. Satisfied I took care of her, I rub my face against her thigh and sit up on the bed.
Her eyes remain closed as she catches her breath, and I take the time to grab the condom wrapper, rip it open, and roll it on. At the sound, she opens her eyes and watches, which only makes what I am doing feel hotter, and my cock pulses in my grip.
