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I let out a growl and start kissing my way down her body. I drag my lips over her soft skin before trailing my tongue around her belly button. I had no idea a belly button could be so fucking sexy, but Tandy’s is. I dip my head even lower and bathe her hip bones in kisses as I drag down her leggings.

She squirms as I yank them from her. She looks to me for assurance, making me feel like a goddamned superhero. Permission, support, the knowledge that everything is going to be alright, whatever she is looking for she finds as she lets me take her panties off next, giving me my first good look at the sweet little pussy I’ve already had my hands on. Getting to see her laid bare is…everything.

“God, Tandy, you’re beautiful.” She looks at me like she can’t believe I’m saying this to her. I can’t wait to spend every day showing her just how beautiful she is. “You’re beautiful…and you’re mine, sweetheart. All mine.”

I dip my head to give her sweet, candied folds a big lick with my flattened tongue. She’s wet, the honey she is making for me dripping out of her to coat her lips and thighs. I want to dive in, bury my entire face, and not come up for air until she's shaking around my ears but that’s not what she needs. So, I take my time and really explore every part of her with my tongue.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Tandy

Oh God!

My back comes off the mattress when he starts licking me like like my body wants to run, but I know there’s no way I’m ever going to be able to get away from him. No way for me to get him out of my head or my heart. This is so much more than anything I have ever felt before. It makes what happened with Roger seem like a child’s game or a splinter under my skin -more annoying than a lasting wound.

Rip could have torn my heart in two…but he didn’t. He came back for me. He stood up for me. He was jealous over my fucking nephew, which would have been so annoying and a huge red flag except he was going to let me go so I would be happy, even if it had been with someone other than him. He just didn’t want to have to see it. I can’t say anything. I was jealous too. Thinking of all the women I thought he might have spent the weekend with was killing me, eating me from the inside out. It might not be a good thing but for us it is perfect.

He licks me again but this time he spreads me apart and lingers over my clit until my hips can’t stay still and my breath is coming in fast pants. I never realized how amazing it could feel to have someone…put their tongue there. Not just anyone though. I'm more than sure some of what I’m feeling is because it’s Rip who’s doing it, Rip who’s spending time making sure I feel this way. It makes me fall a little harder and opens my heart a little wider.

He drops kisses on the top of my mound before going back to lick me and our eyes meet. His are hot and molten blue…and hungry. He really wants this as much as I do. I can tell that much. It’s in the way he licks me like I’m an ice cream cone on the verge of melting and he doesn't want to lose any of it, how he pins me down with his stare, how he makes those noises that remind me of a hungry animal eating for the first time in days. What is surprising is how he reaches for my hand to connect us, how he doesn’t seem to want to lose contact with me even as he’s doing dirty, naughty things to me, and how gentle he is given how hungry he seems.

I can’t keep the moans I’ve been trying to hold in silent any longer. I can’t fight the need that is rising up inside of me and threatening to dampen out everything besides him and what he is making me feel. All thought rushes from my mind as he runs that very talented tongue back further and further before dipping it into my wet entrance. I cry out and try to pull my hand from his as my other one grabs for the covers.

“Rip!”

Knowing that he’s pushing himself into a part of me I’ve kept hidden away is earthshaking and hot as hell. He moves back to my clit to suck and play while his free hand moves so he can slip one of his fingers inside of me. I tense and open my mouth to protest but all that comes out is a moan as he tips his finger up and starts rubbing that same part of me that causes my legs to shake and the heat inside of me to rise up so much all I can think of is his next lick, his next touch.

“Oh God!”

What is he doing to me? And can he never stop!

He adds another finger and it’s too much. That heat I felt rise before engulfs me and my mind empties of everything but Rip.

“Yes! Oh, God! Yes!”

And then I’m freefalling. My body shaking, my mind numb, and I'm one big throbbing nerve as I grip his fingers and beg him to come inside of me, to do it all over again. By the time I can finally think again, Rip has shucked his clothes and is crawling back over me. Our lips meet and I can taste myself on him.

“I’m going to do that every day, baby. Every fucking day!”

I think that means he liked it as much as I did.

“Are you ready for me?”

Am I?

I look into his eyes and find my answer there. He would be perfectly happy to stop and cuddle me closer if I wasn’t ready. Even though he took his clothes off, he wouldn’t push me if I wasn’t ready. He wants that skin-to-skin contact just like I do, even if that means just lying with each other. It gives me the courage, the freedom, to speak up for what I want.

“I’m more than ready.” I wrap my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck. “I need you inside of me.”

He exhales like he might have been holding his breath waiting for what I would say. The smile that stretches across his face is breathtaking and heart-melting. And he’s mine. This time when our lips meet, it’s because I moved to take his mouth. Our kiss is molten and makes that fire in the middle of me start up all over again. His hand comes down to play with my breasts as his other one drops lower where he finds my clit and starts drawing pictures over and around it with the tip of his fingers, all x-rated images that promise so much pleasure and fulfillment while his kisses promise me forever.

He nudges me open, the head of his hard cock bumping against my unbreeched entrance. He looks into my eyes for assurance that this is really what I want, not moving until I give him a firm nod. Then he’s pushing against me. The friction between the two of us and all that his hands are doing to me makes it easy for him to slip the first little bit inside of me.

We both moan through the kisses as his flared head stretches me wide so he can sink even deeper until the tip of his cock fits all the way inside of me. He pulls away from our kiss with a pained look on his face that has my mind tripping over worst-case scenarios. Am I too tight? Is it not what he thought it would be? Does he want to stop?

“Pregnancy.”

His one word comes out as little more than a groan.

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