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TD sits up, and while keeping his eyes locked on mine, he reaches for my pants. Hoping tonight would go this way, I opted for a pair of warm leggings, perfect for hanging out around the fire. Also perfect for taking off, since there are no buttons or zippers to contend with.
Lifting my hips, he shimmies the leggings down, also removing my fuzzy socks. My toes are usually the first thing to get cold, but for some reason, my entire body is fevered. Actually, hold that. I know the reason, and his name is TD.
When I’m lying on the couch in nothing but the sexiest undergarments I own—a white satin panties and bra set with a bashful pink lace overlay—I start to get a little squirmy as his eyes devour me. That’s the only way to describe it. They slowly caress my entire body from head to toe, as if committing every inch of me to memory.
“Fuck, El. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he states, his voice husky and gravelly as he drinks me in.
The urge to cover my abdomen is strong. Rarely do I let anyone see the toll childbirth took on my body. The stretchmarks are there, though slowly fading over the years. I never wear those crop top things clothing designers think all women want to wear, and my bathing suits are always one piece, and anyone else I’ve allowed get this close to me in the past never saw me with the lights on.
I take a deep, calming breath as he lowers his head. I expect him to go…there, but he doesn’t. His lips softly caress the skin just below my belly button, right over the slightly puckered marks from carrying my son for nine months.
“You’re so unbelievably sexy, El. Every inch of you,” he whispers, as if he knows how self-conscious I am. Heck, of course he does. No one knows me better than this man.
Reaching down, I glide my fingers into his hair, just needing to touch him. His locks are soft and silky between my fingers, and as I bring the other hand up to get in on the hair-touching action, he shifts his position and lowers his mouth. The first brush of his lips across the apex of my legs almost causes me to jolt from the couch. TD spreads his big hand across my stomach as he glides his lips down the seam of my pussy.
A loud groan fills the cabin, and I don’t even care it’s mine. A wave of warmth floods my core, and he hasn’t even taken off my panties yet. He doesn’t either. Instead, he gently pushes the satin aside, exposing me to him. The ache between my legs is intense and growing stronger by the second, so when he lowers his mouth to my flesh, it’s a mixture of pure bliss and torturous desire.
His tongue is hot and firm against my clit. Shock waves of euphoria sweep through my veins as I spread my legs wider on the couch. TD takes this as the only invitation he needs as he simply devours me. His tongue, his lips, his fingers, all three of them together are a deadly combination.
One single finger slowly pushes inside me as his lips wrap around my clit. I cry out again, rocking my hips and racing headfirst into the pleasure. His movements are gentle, yet precise. He knows exactly how to play my body, how to make me sing, and with each passing second, I start to drift higher toward the clouds.
TD moves his hand from my stomach, wrapping it around my thigh and spreading me open. His mouth starts to suck harder on my clit, his finger beginning to pick up the pace as it thrusts into me. I can feel my internal walls tightening around his finger, feel the way my body is electrically charged to the max. I’m going to come.
Hard.
I grip on to his hair, my hips rocking to the rhythm, seeking out more of the sweet pleasure he’s providing. It’s hard to breathe as his tongue slides up and down, his fingers stroking that magical sweet spot deep inside me. The moment his lips latch back on to my clit, I explode in an epic orgasm.
Crying out, waves of pleasure consume me, my body squeezing around his finger like a vise. I have no idea how long my release lasts, but it feels like it goes on forever. Seconds turn into minutes, which blurs into some unspecified amount of time, all while my body shakes with the ecstasy that consumes me.
When I’m finally able to open my eyes, I find him smiling up at me, his mouth still dangerously close to my body. “You good?” he asks, a hint of cockiness in his question.
“Very good,” I tell him, still trying to slow my heartbeat.
He slides his finger out of my body and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “I’m happy to report, you tasted even better than anticipated. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’m going to have to have another taste very, very soon.”
“Like how soon?” I find myself asking. “I was kinda hoping there was more on the agenda this evening.”
Holding my gaze, TD stands up to remove his jeans. My eyes drop, following his every move with laser-focus precision. “Oh, there’s definitely more.”
Then, he drops his pants and kicks them out of the way, and all I can see is his erection through his boxer briefs. Big. Oh my God, so big. Like it’ll never fit big, and that makes me a little worried. “Umm, TD?” I whisper, hating to even voice my concerns, especially since I took health class. I know it’ll fit. But I also know I haven’t had sex in a really long time, and as far as I know, the hymen went back to its sixteen-year-old state and I’m basically a virgin again.
As if sensing my apprehension, he drops to his knees beside the couch and reaches for my hand. “What’s wrong? Do you want to stop?”
“No,” I quickly reassure, licking my lips nervously. “Uhh, it’s not that at all.”
“Then what?” he asks, bringing my hand to his mouth and kissing it softly.
I really like it when he does that.
“Well, you seem to be rather…large everywhere,” I tell him, dropping my eyes to where his erection stretches the material of his boxer briefs.
He doesn’t crack a smile or laugh at me the way I expect him to. He brings my hand back up to his mouth and trails kisses across my knuckles. “I’ll fit, El. And I’ll take it very, very slow, but if you’re not ready—”
“I didn’t say that,” I quickly reiterate. “It just might be a little tight.”
This time, he does crack a crooked smile. “That’s actually a good thing,” he teases, making me giggle. Some of the tension starts to ease, just as it always does when he’s near.
