I whimpered when I felt his hands slide down my back until he cupped my ass and upper thighs in his large grip. Tucker bent his knees and effortlessly lifted me up. Instinctively, my legs wrapped around him as he carried me from the living room to the bedroom, still locked in the kiss that was only whetting my appetite for the man holding me in his arms.
“Damn, that sound was sexy as fuck,” he rasped, pulling his mouth away from mine briefly when I mewed with pleasure.
“This feels so good.” I gasped out when his lips trailed kisses down my neck as he lowered me to the mattress.
“Oh baby, this is just the beginning.” He gave me a smile and nipped at my neck with his teeth. I shuddered against him as if the small bite short circuited my body’s electrical system, causing a cascading surge of pleasure.
I was sitting on the edge of the bed, and he was kneeling on the floor in front of me. His hands slipped under the hem of my shirt, gathering the fabric as he pushed it up. I raised myhands above my head to help him get the fabric off, leaving me in nothing but my baby pink bra. It wasn’t lacy or cute, just plain and functional, but the way he stared at me made me feel like I was walking down the runway wearing Victoria Secret’s finest.
My breasts weren’t huge, but I had a handful, enough that it gave me a little bit of cleavage. I always wanted a bigger chest, but the desire and approval on Tucker’s face gave me an inner confidence to move forward, something I’d never felt with any other man.
Tucker placed a kiss on the curve of each of my breasts, gently sucking and nibbling on the skin. Deftly, his hand fiddled with the clasps on my back, and he unhooked the bra easily. It fell forward, exposing my hardened nipples and heaving chest as I tried to catch my breath.
“Damn, you are so fucking beautiful,” he murmured as he caught one of my nipples in his mouth, gently sucking it into the heated, wet warmth. Each pull of his mouth on my nipple had my body rocking against his to relieve the ache that raged between my legs.
I tunneled my fingers into his hair, holding onto him as he went from one nipple to the next. My head fell back as his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to the edge of the bed and the heat of his body. I wanted more, so much more.
“Tucker. Please.” I whimpered with need, knowing what was building inside me. I may be innocent, but I knew that the winding pressure I was feeling coiled tight inside me was my body working its way up to a release. God, I wanted that release. I wanted it bad. “Tucker,” I cried out his name again, half moan, half plea.
“Patience is a virtue, baby.”
“Not when I need you this much, it’s not,” I rasped out.
He chuckled, and the vibrations added to the tightening coil. I was a spring ready to be sprung. Tucker reached for my beltand slowly started removing the rest of my clothes. When I tried to speed up the process, he glared at me and slowed down even more.
“I thought you said you never left any of your women with a bummed beaver. Gotta say, my beaver is definitely bummed right now. So bummed it’s crying.”
Tucker grinned and nipped at my pebbled nipple with his teeth. “Your beaver isn’t crying, Baby. It’s salivating because it knows what’s coming and is eagerly awaiting the pleasure it’s going to get.”
“Promises. Promises,” I muttered, not wanting to wait to feel him inside me anymore. I was ready for him. It felt like I’d been waiting my whole life for Tucker Roth—for this moment with him. I was beyond ready for what was about to happen. It’s like my body knew he was what I needed all along.
When he finally had me naked, Tucker kissed his way up my leg, paying special attention to the spot just behind my knee. I had no clue that spot could be so sensitive, but he exploited the pleasure point and I used my other leg, wrapping it around his shoulder, to pull him even closer.
Tucker treated that movement as a sign, switching to my other knee, giving it the same treatment before continuing farther up my thighs with swipes of his tongue and nips of his teeth. He cupped my thighs and spread me wide open. I moved my hand to cover myself because nobody’s seen me down there except my doctor, and that in and of itself was embarrassing.
He didn’t let me hide from his gaze, though. Tucker simply took my hand and put it on the back of his head before pulling my hips toward his face. The first lap of his tongue against my heated, wet flesh was electrifying. I gasped his name and fell back onto the bed as he lashed at my slit with his tongue.
My legs tightened around his head, my hips rocking with their own volition. I didn’t know whether to pull him closeror push him away because the magnitude of the pleasure he’s causing was off the charts in its intensity.
“Ahhhh!” I screeched hoarsely when he sucked my clit into this mouth and teased it with his tongue. My hips writhed beneath his ministrations and he just rolled with each movement. “Oh God,” I cried, feeling that pleasure and pressure build farther.
I was so fucking close. I could feel that spring about to pop. That dam was about to burst, and I wasn’t sure I was ready for the magnitude of it—even if I craved it. But Tucker pulled away, and I wanted to hit him. I cried out with unfulfilled need. My eyes, that were closed, popped open in time to see him push up from his knees to tear his shirt over his head.
His body amazed me. It was sleek and hard, with smooth rolling muscles. You didn’t get much better than that. It was like something right out of a movie or magazine.
I watched as his hands reached for his belt, and he slid the jeans and underwear down over his hips as he toed off one shoe, then the other. His cock was hard and long, and the girth was almost the size of my wrist.Holy hell! He was going to split me open with that thing!
Tucker must have read the fear in my eyes, because he pulled me up and into his arms. I shuddered at the feeling of his naked, heated skin against mine. “It’s okay,” he comforted me, running his hands up and down the length of my back. The calluses on his hands scratched against my skin in a way that felt sinfully amazing.
“Your body is made to take mine, Patience. Do you trust me?” he asked after a few moments.
I didn’t hesitate to nod. I did trust him, and I did want him. Even with the fear I was feeling—I was still anxious to be with him. “I trust you,” I whispered and looked up at him.
Tucker kissed me softly, slowly building me back up into a frenzy before he laid me back on the bed. This time, he followed me down, covering me with his weight. His body pressing me into the mattress was a new sensation, and I loved it. My feet and legs ran up and down the length of his legs, the hair there felt strangely erotic against my skin.
When his hips started rubbing his length against the outside of my slit, a curling thread of desire quickly turned into a raging need. Tucker must have sensed my urgency because he reached down and lined his cock up with my slit, slowly pushing his length into my tight, virgin pussy.
“Oh.” I groaned as my body stretched around the head of his cock. The pinch and stretch of my channel being invaded for the first time was sweet, delicious agony.
