“I missed your laugh,” she tells me timidly. “And the way you used to make me laugh.”
“Can I tell you a secret?” I ask, holding her chin.
Tara nods.
“I missed that, too. The most. I promise while I’m here, I’ll make you laugh as much as I make you come.”
“That sounds good to me.”
I pull her to her feet and kiss her crazily. Running my hands through her hair until it’s a mess and our bodies are as close as they can possibly be.
“Go lean on the windowsill,” I tell her headily.
Along the entire length of the window in the bedroom is a ledge about a foot and a half deep. “Leave the boots on.”
Tara smiles puckishly. “You like?”
I grab the top part of the black boot that reaches halfway up her thigh. “I love. And I’m going to love them even more when I’m fucking you in them.” I tug roughly, kissing her. “Go.” I pull away and push her lightly.
I watch, glued in place as Tara saunters as seductively as possible across the room. Her skin picking up flecks of light from the reflection of the building in the window. She knows exactly what she’s doing. She knows exactly how to move and exactly how to excite me. Once she makes it to the window, she spreads her legs, bends over, and gazes back at me enticingly.
I nearly crack in two.
Jesus Christ. Nothing can get me harder than Tara’s eyes and the way they can seduce me. I grab my throbbing cock, knowing full well I’m not going to be able to control myself. I’m about to fuck her so hard, I’m going to break us both.
I grab a condom out of my wallet as quickly as I can; my insides buzzing with need and adrenaline.
I sheath myself as I walk up behind her. I’m heaving already, and I haven’t even touched her. I grab her hair and yank her head back, rubbing my erection between her wet folds.
“Tell me what I want to hear,” I snarl in her ear.
Tara doesn’t hesitate. “Fuck me.”
The words coil around my limbs. She said that to me the first night we were together. No faltering, no fear. That was the moment I realized there was more to Tara Stevens than meets the eye. More to the sweet, playful blonde she portrays herself to be.
I slide my hand from her hair down around her throat and hold on as I line up the head of my cock. She grips the windowsill in expectation. She knows what’s coming; we both do.
“Say it again,” I order her.
“Fuck me.” She’s fierce.
I slam into her, and we both gasp.
“Again.”
“Fuck me.”
I unleash, allowing the arousal I’ve been suppressing to take over. I beat into her, subduing her in place. A firm grasp on her neck and strong hold around her waist.
“Harder!” she demands as her muscles tighten around me. I thrust deeper, more powerfully, dispensing what we both want. Sheer chaos. It’s for only a few pulse-pounding seconds, but the buildup is monumental. A brutal force that has my head swimming and my arousal stirring. Fucking hell, you’d think I’ve never gotten laid before in my life the way I react to her.
“Oh, shit!” Tara slaps her hand against the window and moans animatedly, her body locking up. Her pussy throbbing so hard, it catapults me right over the edge.
I drive myself as deep as I can and fucking erupt with Tara convulsing in my arms. I’m shaking by the time the orgasm passes, barely able to stay on my feet. Tara slumps forward on the window and just breathes, close to comatose.
“Still in one piece?” I ask flippantly.
“Barely.” She grins.
