His big, strong hands sneak under my dress, lifting and dragging the fabric over my hips until my stomach is exposed.
Tucker’s mouth descends on me in a slow, torturous trajectory toward the point that’s pulsing with need between my thighs.
He traces the edge of my panties on my lower stomach, his breath warm and his tongue teasing.
Then he goes down each side, kissing my skin without moving my underwear.
By the time he reaches the apex of my thighs, I’m on fire.
I’m biting my bottom lip so hard that I’m surprised I haven’t drawn blood. My body is tense, it's at breaking point.
Tucker’s mouth is hovering over the spot where I need him most, but this is all wrong. There’s still a barrier between his mouth and my pulsing clit.
“Fuck, even your panties are pretty.” He murmurs, his warm breath causing a wave of hopeless desire to wash over me.
Then he presses his mouth over my most sensitive spot. My panties are still covering my skin, but the feeling the contact causes is so exquisite that I realize I’m close to the edge.
I cover my face with both my hands, embarrassed by how worked up I am.
Tucker knows what he’s doing to me, though, because he closes his fingers around my wrists, encouraging me to look at him.
“Are you ok, baby?” He smiles.
I shake my head, worked up and frustrated to the point that I want to scream.
“Am I doing something you don’t like?” His voice is low and smooth, and I shake my head again.
“I think you know exactly what you’re doing to me.” I say breathily and his smile widens, confirming my hunch.
His blue eyes are burning with the same need that’s coursing through me. “I haven’t even started with you, baby.”
Tucker’s mouth closes over my pulsing center. He gives me a hard kiss, full of lips, tongue, and teeth, without removing my panties.
The friction between his mouth, the fabric, and my skin is too much, and it pushes me over the edge.
I come with a strangled gasp.
He doesn’t stop kissing me; he keeps me in place with his huge hands on my hips as he massages my clit through my underwear.
“You look even hotter when you come, baby.” Tucker says when I stop writhing under his mouth.
“That was…” I have no words to describe it. I’ve never come so fast in my life.
“That,” he smiles. “Was just the beginning. Is it ok if we take these panties off?”
Tucker’s blue eyes are ablaze with desire, and I nod.
He slides my panties down my hips, throwing the garment behind him. I gasp, surprised, when he shifts, climbing off the couch and spinning me until I’m sitting on the edge of the cushion.
I was expecting to see him grab a condom; instead, Tucker kneels on the floor in front of me and lowers my thighs over his broad shoulders.
“What are you doing?” My voice is unsteady, but I’m beyond caring right now.
“What does it look like I’m doing? I haven’t tasted you yet. And the only way I’m not going to eat that sweet, perfect pussy of yours until you come on my tongue a couple more times is if you say you don’t want me to.
Maybe I should be embarrassed by how fast I nod. I’ve just come harder than ever without him even having to take my panties off. And now, just the idea of his mouth right on my skin makes me pulse with a need I didn’t think was possible.
“Holy shit,” Tucker murmurs after a long, lingering lick all the way up my slit. “You taste so fucking good, Taryn.”
