Page 15 of Merry With A Milkman

“Nuh uh. Not gonna happen.” He slides his fingers under the elastic of my panties then shoves the satin over my hips and down to my knees. “That’s a start, sweetness. Keep going.”

Wiggling my legs makes the underwear slip to the floor but also rubs my thighs together, increasing the mounting pressure of desire sparking in my lady bits.

“Now the dress.” After unfastening the front buttons, I take the crumpled skirt from him and as I pull it over my head, his hands follow to cup my breasts. He finds my peaked nipples and dances his thumbs back and forth across them. Silently begging for more, I arch into his hands.

“Look at yourself, Tegan. See how beautiful you are with passion rising in your body.” He rubs his denim covered hardcock against my butt. “This is how you affect me. Now lose the bra.”

Thank god it’s got a front clasp so he doesn’t have to allow space between us for me to finish getting naked. We stand silent for a long minute watching as he tugs my nipples to hard, sensitive peaks.

“What about you?” I ask. “Surely I’m not the only one who’s gonna be naked tonight.”

His rough chuckle sends shards of need straight to my clit. He turns me and takes my mouth in a slow, deep kiss, the slow sweep of his tongue is a promise. “We’ll be skin to skin soon enough. Time for you to get on the bed.”

Oh thank god. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I reach into the bedside stand for the condoms I’d purchased for this moment. I’d already opened the box to save time so retrieved one and held it out to him.

He stares at my offering while he takes off his shirt. “Thanks, sweetness, but we don’t need that yet.”

“But—”

“You’re not ready for me.”

“I am.”

With a wicked grin he kneels in front of me. Sliding his hands from my knees to my thighs, he spreads my legs. “I need to make sure. Lift your legs over my shoulders.”

Oh my god. He’s going to… I yelp when he kisses my mound then parts the folds with a sweep of his tongue. My surprise morphs to sighs and moans and I collapse back on the bed. He wraps his arms over my thighs to stop my squirming. He’s relentless in teasing my clit and a sudden, amazing orgasm bursts over me.

I’m still floating in ecstasy when he lifts his head. “That’s good, Tegan. This time I’m going to use my fingers. Get you ready to take me.”

He licks a path from my clit to my entrance and hums. “You taste so good, honey. I could do this forever and die a happy man.”

The darting of his tongue has me reaching to spear my fingers through his hair. Hold him in place. “More.”

Chuckling, he spreads my folds and blows a cool breath across my heated skin. “I want more, too.” One of his long fingers traces around my entrance then slides deep inside me. After a few strokes he adds a second. “That’s good. You’re almost ready.”

I don’t know what he’s talking about, I’m more than ready to come again. It’s rare for me to come more than once in my solo playtimes so this second building of pressure amazes me. Then he curls his fingers and strokes inside me. “Rhone. God, Rhone. That.”

“Like that?”

“Yes, oh yes.”

“How about this?” His lips trail over my mound then circle my clit. He sucks and my hips arch high, almost dislodging him. “Yes, honey, that’s it. Feel what I’m doing to you.” he encourages, his lips moving against me. With his firm inner strokes, I shatter again. I swear I see stars behind my closed eyes.

With a gentle caress, I feel him move away. I don’t even have the energy to complain. I hear the slightly rough sound of denim brushing against itself then the bed dips at my side. “Can you scoot around, sweetness?”

I don’t open my eyes as I shift so my head is on a pillow. Rhone stretches beside me, close but not touching. “Tegan? Are you doing okay?”

I turn my head and open one eye to his concerned expression. “Yes. But I’m still a virgin.”

“We’ll need that condom now. Will you put it on me?” He digs in the box then hands me the small packet.

“Obviously I don’t have any experience, uh, dressing a cock.”

He lays on his back with his hands behind his head. “I’m sure you can figure it out.”

For a long minute I simply enjoy looking at his body. He’s lean with working man muscles, not those over emphasized ridges that come from a gym. His cock rises from a thatch of dark hair to rest on his belly. It twitches as if knowing I’m watching. “You’ve got a handsome cock there, Mr. Landon.”

“Maybe. Never considered it handsome. Now, impatient, that I know.”

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