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With that out of the way, I follow him to the bed. He hops in and sits back against the headboard. I take my t-shirt off while on my knees on the edge of the bed in front of him, revealing my small black triangle bikini top.

He takes his turn to ogle me for a change. Looking at my bare stomach up past my breasts, my nipples hard and showing through my bikini, until he meets my eyes.

“Fuck,” he says looking at me, his voice labored with his heavy breathing, “take that top off.”

“Like this?” My voice is sultry. I undo the ties and let it fall to the bed, my fingertips hiding my nipples from view and yet still teasing myself. He groans in approval as he strips off his shirt. The sight of him shirtless, propped against the headboard, his unnaturally perfect abs and pecs waiting for me to touch, only fuels my need for him.

But now his eyes are fixed on my ribs.

“That. When did you getthat?” He points at the side of my breast, looking at the small tattoo of the outline of the Teton mountains on my upper ribs, matching the one on his and Collin’s wrists.

“I’ve had it for years. I got it the summer I turned eighteen, the same year we skied Corbett’s.” I smirk thinking back to when I got it. “I didn’t quite have your confidence to put it on my wrist or hands, so I put it somewhere not everyone would see it.”

“I’m glad I’m getting to see it. I like it on you. But then again I like everything about you.” His brows lower over his eyes and he curls his finger slowly at me. “Now come here.”

Fuck. My knees are shaking in giddy anticipation.

I’ve felt his tongue do wonders on my clit and pussy. I’ve had every magnificent inch of him in my mouth. But the feeling of desire to have his cock buried in me is overwhelming.

“Fine. But take your pants off,” I demand with a smirk, pointing at his jeans.

He eagerly obliges, throwing them to the floor beside the bed. I straddle him, grinding myself against his erection. Even through his boxer briefs and my sweatpants, I can feel how needy his cock is, sending a shiver through me I feel to my core. There’s a look of desperation and longing in his eyes, matching my own needs.

I lean forward, my mouth to his ear. His heavy, warm breath against my skin is intoxicating. “Fuck me, Tanner. I want to use your body,” I whisper.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he says, his devilish grin reappearing. He wraps his muscular arms around me before flipping me on my back, him now on top of me.

“So can I take your pants off?” he asks slyly. I nod.

He looks down at me, his gaze lingering on my hard nipples. I can feel the desire deep in his eyes, realizing this is the first time he’s seen my bare chest. Looking into his eyes, it’s like I can see how much he’s wanted this moment since that day on the river, over a decade ago. He's savoring it, his mouth barely open, biting his lower lip. I can feel his cock brushing against the inside of my thigh, twitching with each beat of his heart.

He leans down to me, kissing me on the lips before cupping my breasts, giving each nipple a delicate kiss, teasing them with his tongue. His mouth lingers over my tattoo, placing an extra kiss there.

He works his way down my stomach, kissing me along the way. With each kiss I can feel his mustache brush against my skin sending shivers through me while he slide my sweats off. As he takes them off, he stops for a second, smiling.

“I see you remembered something else I like,” he says, his eyes looking at my small black thong he pulled from the dryer last night, before sliding it down and tossing it to the side.

“Please, Tanner. I want to feel you,” I plead, looking into his gaze.

He leans back down, planting a kiss just above my swollen, ready clit.

“I just wanted to make sure you were ready for me,” he says, before his mouth is on me again. He runs his tongue along my pussy before landing on my clit. A spasm runs through me as I arch my back, my shoulders and ass pressing into the bed.

“Fuck, Tanner,” I moan, “the way your tongue knows exactly what I want is so hot.”

“Does that mean you’re ready for me?” he asks, his mouth still mere inches from my wet aching pussy. I can feel his breath on me, he’s so close.

I nod, hurriedly this time, desperate to feel him. He comes up to me, his face now meeting mine as he takes off his boxers. He kisses me as he slides his pulsing cock up and down my wet slit, tormenting me. I push myself into him, pressing my clit against his dick. I let out a needy whimper and grab his shoulders.

He pulls back from me, holding his length in his hand, touching the head of his cock to my wetness, before notching the tip just on the edges of my opening. I look into his eyes, they’re smoldering, showing the same sense of need I feel.

He brings his lips to mine, as he eases into me. I can tell he’s holding back though, admiring his tight flexed muscles. At first, he braces himself, giving me just the tip.

I’ve seen it, held it, and had every inch of it in my mouth but my aching body is still shocked to feel it inside of me. I gasp, my pussy clenching and gripping him tighter. He goes slowly, letting me fully enjoy his size. With each thrust, he goes deeper and deeper. His cock fills me and stretches me like I’ve never felt before. The feeling of it bare with nothing between us, my hot wet center against every inch of him, is so intense.

“Fuck, Ronni,” his breathing is labored, “you’re so fucking tight and wet.”

“Oh god, Tanner,” I whimper, “please, I want all of it. Give me all of it!”

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