Page 34 of Whiskey Tango Foxtrot

His clothes joined mine on the floor of the bedroom before he crawled right up my body settling himself in the cradle formed by my spread legs. I loved the feel of his weight draped across me as the warmth from his body seeped into mine, almost its own kind of embrace. Tango leaned in and took my lips with his once more, before blowing me away with his admission.

“I haven’t kissed a woman in almost three years, and I have to say it was worth the wait.”

“What?” My single word questioning response was one of shock and disbelief.

“I’ve never kissed a woman since…”

“I thought you were just exaggerating when you told Amy that you had never kissed her.” I shook the thought of Amy out of my head. That woman had caused enough problems for Tango and myself. At least, she had attempted to cause problems, but the last place I wanted to invite her memory was while we were in bed together. “Never mind all that, come here,” I all but growled before I pulled Tango closer and took another kiss from his pliant lips. His erection rested against my pubic bone, enticing me, and so I lifted my hips and rubbed myself against him like the wanton little slut I suddenly felt like. Pure heated desire pumped through my veins as I did so. I was cleanly shaven down there, and wet enough that when I rubbed against him he slid easily between my lips and causing a another groan to fall from his lips just before he dipped his head and started nipping at my neck.

“Jesus, just this feels so damn good, babe. Dry humping like a couple kids shouldn’t feel this fuckin’ good.”

“I wouldn’t exactly call it dry,” I teased causing him to laugh and wrap his arms around me to pull me over on top of him, where he immediately smacked my ass.

“Smart ass, now you get to do the work.” The smirk on his face told me he didn’t plan on letting me have control long, and I wasn’t stupid. By putting me in this position he was still calling the shots. It was good to see I hadn’t been wrong about what I thought he’d be like in bed. And yes, I’d thought it about too often. The real thing was a far better option, and one I planned to explore until I was too tired to move. I slipped down over his hard cock and threw my head back at the fullness I felt with him stretching me as I slid down him with a swivel of my hips. “Fuck,” he hissed out between clenched teeth while holding onto my hips in a grip that made me feel like he was afraid I would run. There was no way I was running from this or from him. No way in hell. With a little encouragement from Tango, I started moving on him, lifting and plunging with little flourishes of movement thrown in the mix to make sure he was hitting the right spots inside me, and because when I tilted my hips a certain Tango’s grip tightened and his panting breaths came faster and heavier than before.

I rolled my hips and dipped back down taking his full length inside me when Tango had enough. He flipped us, putting me on my hands and knees as he entered me from behind with zero hesitation. The man went to work running one arm up under me to play with my stiff nipples and the other down around my waste to curl his fingers toward my clit and rub there. “Fuck, Liza, I don’t think I can hold out much longer. It’s been so long, and you feel like heaven.” A hissed breath followed that statement, as I slammed harder back into him.

“Almost,” I started to say when Tango’s fingers got busy on my clit; rubbing me to the same rhythm he was pumping me with. I had just been teetering on the edge when he leaned in, bit my shoulder, pressed harder on my clit, and slammed into me all at once bringing a rushing torrent of pleasure streaming through my body. Everything between my legs was a slick mess of clenching sex. Tango pulled out at the last minute and shot his load all over my backside, taking the time to rub it in to my ass cheeks as he did so.

“I’m claiming you, babe. I need you to know that. Need you to understand. You’re mine. Even if we kill them all tomorrow and leave nothing behind that could ever harm you again, I want you to stay. I want you to be here with me.”

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” I told him before I collapsed fully on top of the bed with a good portion of Tango’s weight riding down with me. My body had become a tingly mass of goo. In that moment I could have sworn I had gone completely boneless. Aside from the physical, my world had also boiled down to a peaceful, fulfilled place where Tango made me exceedingly happy, safe, and even though we hadn’t said anything about it yet I also felt loved.

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