Page 18 of Finding Out

A shiver raced down my spine, and need drove me forward. Heart pounding, I slipped the lace panties off her body, then kissed and nipped my way up her inner thigh, reveling in the way goose bumps broke out in my wake. When I reached her pussy, I blew a warm breath against her, then kissed my way down her other thigh.

“Tom.” She whined, writhing beneath me. “Don’t tease me.”

“My needy girl.” I ran my tongue back up her thigh, the move slow and torturous. Only then did I finally let myself have a taste.

At the tangy perfection of her flavor, a groan resonated through my chest. And as I lapped at her pussy, licking her clit over and over, she squirmed, rocking her hips against my face and clutching at my hair.

She tugged harshly, sending fire licking up my spine and fierce desire rocking my core.

“Oh my God, you’re good at this.” She panted.

My answering chuckle made her moan.

“Please.”

I flicked my tongue back and forth against her, driving her closer and closer to the edge. Her back arched, pressing her pussy hard against me. Her breaths got deeper, her squirms more insistent. Fuck, she was close. Without letting up on her clit, I slipped two fingers into her tight heat and curved them until they hit the spot that would make her scream. As she bucked against my mouth, I pulled her clit between my lips and sucked hard.

“Oh shit.” Her scream echoed in my ears as she came on my tongue, yanking on my hair, her legs quivering around me.

Determined to make her pleasure last, I worked her through every pulse, not letting up until her orgasm faded. When she sagged against the mattress, I slowly kissed my way up her body and settled my lips against hers. She thrust her tongue into my mouth, pulling a groan from me, causing my cock to press against my zipper, begging to be let free. Damn, I wished this could go farther.

“I want fewer clothes,” she demanded, pulling at my shirt.

I shook my head. “I don’t have a condom.” Nothing about this trip should have required one. I wasn’t a one-night-stand man. I planned things. Sex, until this moment, wasn’t something I allowed my body to take control over. I tucked a wayward strand of hair behind her ear and kissed her forehead. “I’m sorry.”

She shuddered beneath me. “I’m on birth control.”

I pulled back, breath escaping my lungs.

“I’m on the Depo shot, and I’m good.” Focus locked on me, she sank her teeth into her lower lip.

My heart pounded in my ears and my vision faded for a moment. “You want me to take you bare?”

She nodded. “I want to feel you inside me.” She reached for my shirt again. “Please. I’m good.”

Fuck. I hadn’t done that since I was married. And the idea of being bare inside Wren? I groaned. “You’re going to kill me, baby girl.”

Despite my better judgment, I let her slip my shirt over my head, and as she tossed it to the floor, I lowered until my skin pressed against hers. I kissed her again, forcing her back into the mattress, my tongue dominating her mouth the way I wanted to own her body.

“Clothes off,” she panted and as she slipped her bra off her arms.

With hands far more shaky than they had a right to be, I hauled myself up and shucked my pants. The second I hovered over her on the bed, she wrapped her fingers around my dick, using her thumb to spread the precum already leaking from the tip. The slow way she circled my crown was pure torture. I locked up every muscle to avoid thrusting into her hand.

When she finally notched me against her wet pussy, my breathsawed in and out of my lungs harshly. The feeling was too much, yet not enough.

Needing to rein myself in, to take back control, I took a deep breath and held back.

“Please. I want to feel your cock inside me.”

Feeling a little more grounded, I let out a long breath and guided myself inside her hot body. Her eyes rolled back and her lips parted as she stretched, sucking my dick in deep, inch by inch. At the way my body became part of her, a flash fire ignited and spread through my every cell. Unable to keep my movements slow for a second longer, I pulled back and thrust hard.

“Yes.” The breathy sound slipped through her lips.

I sealed my mouth over hers as I rutted against her, lost to the kinds of emotions I normally didn’t let myself give in to. Thrusting deep, I watched her face, the need and ecstasy in her expression making my chest tight and my lungs burn.

“Your cock feels so good. Oh God. Right there. There,” she chanted, spurring me on. Every pound drove her higher. With every stroke, her pussy quivered and tightened around me.

“Come for me,” I demanded, snapping my hips in a steady rhythm. “Milk my cock. Fuck, you feel good.”

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