Page 45 of The First Best Man

Only then do I push him deeper, learning every ridge and valley as my tongue laps at his skin. My jawtenses, and I pull away, tightening my hand around the base of his cock as I work my jaw back and forth. Before Tucker can attempt to give me another chance to stop, I push his cock deep into my mouth, sucking lightly this time.

“Oh, Jesus. Fuck. Oh, God. Kate. Yes.”

The words spilling from Tucker’s lips and the reverence in which they’re spoken drives me on, and I bob my head, driving him deeper into the cavern of my mouth with each pass. My free hand is braced against his thigh for balance, and I feel his quad tense and tighten as the seconds tick by.

“I’m going to come,” he warns me, the words husky and broken as his fingers tangle in my hair.

He tugs lightly, not enough to stop my movements, but more a light suggestion that I pull back if I don’t want a mouthful of his release. But there’s no freaking way I’m stopping now.

I move faster, using my hand to pump the base of his cock while my lips and tongue work him over. His hand slips from my hair, glides down my back, and grips my ass, squeezing my flesh while his hips rock upward in time with my movements.

His cock swells as a long grunt slips from his lips, and I freeze as something hot and creamy hits the back of my throat. I swallow it down, and another moan echoes around me.

Oh, he likes that.

His erection starts to soften, and I gently lick my way back up to the tip before releasing it. Sitting back on my heels, I look down at Tucker, who’s watching me with a deep, satisfied smile.

“That was amazing, Kate.You’reamazing,” he whispers before pulling me back down and cradling me against him.

I can’t fully relax for a while, the electricity of accomplishment still buzzing beneath my skin. Add to that the fact that pleasuring Tucker made me horny all over again, and I can’t stop my body from twitching and stretching against him, eager for more of his touches.

As if he senses it, Tucker presses a kiss to the top of my head as the hand not already wrapped around me gently cups my breast. His fingers tease the already-stiff nipple, and a husky chuckle slips out of him.

“Ready for more, I see,” he whispers, rolling me onto my back before hovering over me. “Did sucking me make you wet, Kate?”

I nod slowly. “You’re the first best man I’ve touched like that.”

“The firstbestman?” he asks as his fingers move down my body.

“Theonlybest man,” I say, though it’s difficult to keep teasing Tucker while his fingertips slide through my slick, needy flesh, and a deep groan vibrates from his chest.

“Fuck, you’re drenched,” he whispers, and my body tenses without my permission as a single fingertip dips inside me.

Tucker pulls back instantly, and my hand shoots down to grip his wrist as I breathe, “Please. Don’t stop.”

“We can go as slow as you need to, Kate. We don’t have to rush anything.”

“Please, Tucker,” I beg, all teasing words forgotten. “I want this. I need it.”

He nods slowly, and I somehow manage to hold eye contact with him as he pushes the fingertip in again. His face hovers over mine, and I reach up to cup his cheeks, pulling him down for a long, deep kiss as his finger burrows the tiniest bit deeper.

The intrusion is slightly uncomfortable, at first, but my body begs for more, as if it knows it’ll get better once it grows accustomed to it. Tucker seems to know it, too, gently working his finger inside my tight channel as his tongue mimics the motion inside my mouth.

“God, you’re so tight,” he whispers between kisses.

The reverence in his voice relaxes me a bit, and he groans into my mouth as his finger slips even deeper inside me. Heat builds in my core as he pumps it slightly, then grinds the heel of his palm against my clit.

“Oh, God,” I groan after breaking off our kiss, breathing hard as my lungs fight for oxygen.

It’s too much and not enough all at once. I want more, but there’s a spark of fear inside me that I might not actually survive this.

Tucker’s hand stills, and he captures my mouth in another tender kiss until my body once again relaxes. Then his fingertip curls upward, and he hits a spot inside me I didn’t know existed before this very moment.

I shout, and he barely moves out of the way as I lever upright. An orgasm rockets through me, and a wave of moisture floods my channel before spilling out past his finger to soak the mattress beneath me.

I fall backward and my hips buck upward as theaftershocks roll through me one right after another. All the while, Tucker pumps the digit inside me, drawing out the pleasure until I finally collapse in a pool of exhaustion and embarrassment.

Of course, I’ve read about women gushing in romance novels, but I never thought I’d experience it, myself.Oh, God. How can I ever look Tucker in the eye again after that?

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