Page 68 of Why Not Forever?

“Tanner?” I ask, and I hear the tremor in my voice.

“I’m here, baby. Are you comfortable?”

“Yes.”

“Good. You can lower to your elbows, or all the way to your back, but don’t sit up. If you’re good, I’ll make you come. If you’re not, I’ll stop.” He pauses and I have no idea what he’s doing. Is he taking off his clothes? Is he just looking at me, spread out before him like his own personal feast?

“Vic.” He says my name like a prayer and I shiver because his breath is on the inside of my thigh. Then his lips are there, pressing a kiss to my flesh before turning his head to kiss the other leg. “You are the most exquisite thing I have ever seen in my life, do you know that?”

“No, I—” But what I am flies from my mind as his tongue licks slowly from my cunt to my clit. “Oh, god,” I say and I sit up before I can think better of it.

Tanner immediately stops his magic tongue.

“I’m sorry,” I cry, leaning back on my hands again.

He chuckles. “There are no punishments tonight, Vic.”

“You not touching me is a punishment. Please make me come. I need you.”

“Well, when you ask so nicely.” His tongue is back, and it really is magic. He licks and sucks, changing what he’s doing from long slow licks to focusing on my clit, learning my body.

I lean further back, shifting my hips closer to him, rocking against his face as he devours me, moaning and gasping at every little flick of his tongue. After a few minutes of this, one of his hands wraps around my hips and presses down on my pelvis, keeping me in place. The other hand strokes along my thigh, closer and closer to my pussy. His tongue never stops working, lapping against me as though he’s starving. His fingers brush against my opening, stroking on the outside, driving me completely insane with the need to be filled with something. No matter how much I shift or beg, he keeps licking my clit, and his fingers never go deeper than his first knuckle.

“Are you close, baby?” he asks.

“I’d be closer if you put your fingers inside me,” I all but growl.

He laughs. “Is my good girl frustrated?”

“Yes!”

He licks me again, then two of his fingers fill me and I clench around them.

“Oh, fuck,” I cry out as he starts pumping those fingers in and out of me while continuing to lick my clit. “Yes. I’m close. Please don’t stop. Please.”

The pleasure continues to build and I’m starting to wonder if it’s ever going to break when he sucks on my clit and curls his fingers, finding the spot inside me that few have ever found. My whole body tightens as the orgasm washes through me. I moan loud and long as I shudder and shake.

I’m not sure when I’d laid back far enough that my arms are no longer supporting me. The table isn’t quite big enough and my head rests against the wall, which is slightly uncomfortable, but the orgasm I just had makes everything else feel like bliss.

“You look pleased,” Tanner says, and I realize he’s not touching me again.

“I am. What are you doing?”

“Taking off my pants,” he says, sounding smug.

“May I see now?” When he doesn’t answer immediately, I say, “Please?”

“Go ahead, baby.”

I remove the tie from around my eyes, raising to my elbows again. I haven’t moved my feet from the arms of the chairs, so I’m still spread for him. He can fuck me right here on this table if he wants to. Looking him over, he’s ready to do exactly that.

I’ve seen him without a shirt a bunch of times over the last couple months, so it comes as no surprise that his shoulders are broad and strong, his waist trim, his stomach flat. But what has my attention right now is the large cock, hard and pointing straight at me.

“You look pretty pleased, yourself, Mr. Marcus,” I say.

He smirks at me. “I’m about to be even more pleased, Mrs. Marcus.” Then he grows serious again. “I have a condom. One. I always have one with me. But I didn’t bring any more.”

I shake my head. “Don’t worry about it. Get over here.”

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