Page 105 of The Very First Night

His eyes widen and he lets out a sharp breath, his body tense with anticipation.

“If that’s okay, I mean.” My cheeks burn as he erupts into laughter, his face turning slightly red as he struggles to control himself.

“I mean, of course I’d love that! If I ever say otherwise, just assume I’ve been bitten by a zombie or something because…yes. Definitely yes,” he says, still chuckling.

Relief washes over me and I sigh, a bit embarrassed by my assumptions. “I don’t know, you’ve never seemed to want me to—it’s always been about me and, I don’t know, I started to think you might just not want me to do that.”

Tanner lifts his hands to cup my cheeks. He says, “I love you, Kat,” then presses his lips to my forehead. “First of all, I love making you feel good, so jot that down.” A smile spreads across his lips as he continues, “I’ve never pushed that topic because I’m honestly fine if you don’t want to, but more than anything my goal has been to make you feel valued.”

“I do feel valued.”

“I know, because I am an absolute catch. But Kat?”

“Yeah?”

Tanner’s warm breath tickles my ear. “I’ve fantasized about your lips wrapped around my cock countless times,” he whispers.

I can sense the pulsing wetness between my thighs. The anticipation builds, my spine turning to silk as every inch of my body yearns to make his fantasy a reality.

Without a second thought, I boldly reach down and gently cup him through his now-snug jeans. His breath catches, his every muscle tensing, his arousal evident. The fabric strains against the growing bulge as I trace my fingers over it, eliciting a low groan from him.

My hands tremble with excitement as I grab onto his muscular waist, my fingers digging into the rough denim waistband of his jeans. The metal button gives way easily under my touch, and I eagerly unzip his fly before dropping to my knees on the chilly kitchen floor. I pull down his jeans to reveal his bare legs, then look up at him. He towers above me, his eyes filled with desire.

As I slowly peel off his snug-fitting boxer briefs, my body tangles with a mix of arousal and fear. The memory of the initial sting of his impressive size returns, and the thought of him sliding effortlessly down the back of my throat has me swaying on my knees. Every inch of his exposed skin radiates heat, drawing me closer to taste and explore. The anticipation builds as I gaze up at him, eager to take all of him in and please him in every way possible.

The expression on his face mirrors my intense excitement. With determined resolve, I gather every shred of courage within me and envelop the head of his cock with my lips. The taste of salt lingers on my tongue as I lap at the bead of pre-cum before welcoming him deeper into my mouth. Each movement is met with a gasp or a moan from him, encouraging me to continue. I am overcome with desire and pleasure, completely lost in the sensations coursing through my body.

I’ve given head before, but never has it felt so intimate. The taste of his skin, the rhythm of his body, and the way he moans drive me to give him nothing but pure ecstasy. With each touch and kiss, I am consumed by an intense craving to please him in any way possible. This moment is more than just physical pleasure, and if this is any indication of what he meant before by being content with my pleasure alone, I get it now.

With a determined grip, I take him deep into my mouth, pressing my lips tightly around him. His moans start deep in his chest and escape through clenched teeth, a sound I’ve never heard before. It sends a jolt of pleasure through me, and I continue to take him in even further, desperate to hear that sound again.

“Fuck, Kat. If you keep doing that I’m going to?—”

Despite his warning, I see it as a challenge and push myself, taking him deep into the back of my throat. The taste of him fills my senses and I involuntarily swallow, causing him to let out a deep, guttural moan. This time, I know it’s a sign that he’s close to climaxing, and with that knowledge, I become even more determined to make him unravel in my hands. With an intense focus, I continue to push my limits, determined to bring him to the brink and watch as he gives himself over to pure ecstasy.

“Kat, I’m gonna—” He releases with a guttural moan and his pleasure spills into my eager mouth.

The taste ignites a primal desire inside of me. I have never swallowed before, but with Tanner it feels like the most natural thing in the world. As he pulls out, I meet his gaze and swallow every last drop of his release, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over me at having pleased him completely.

With a gentle touch, he wipes away a drop of his cum from my bottom lip.

I can’t help but beam up at him, completely captivated by the look of pure adoration that fills his face. “Was it everything you dreamed of?”

A chuckle falls past his lips before he says, “You have no fucking idea.”

FIFTY-ONE

KAT

Elijah

Can we talk?

Kat

About?

What happened on your birthday. I’m really sorry.

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