I don’t remember deciding to pull her into my lap.
One second she was standing there, close enough to touch, and the next she was on me—my hand locked around her waist like it was the only thing keeping her there.
“Taryn…”
Her name came out rough, lower than I intended.
Her hands hit my shoulder as if she might push off, but instead her fingers curled into my shirt, gripping tight. And that’s all it took…
I pulled her closer—just as hard as I’ve always wanted—and whatever small space was left between us disappeared.
It still wasn’t enough.
I didn’t give either of us time to think?—
—My lips met hers roughly.
No hesitation or warning; my control completely gone—finally, after all the years of holding back.
She gasped against me, and I felt her nipples harden through her shirt. I tightened my grip, pressing her into my hard dick, angling deeper, rubbing her where she needed it most.
Taryn moaned and kissed me back just as hard, with no hesitation and no pulling away. It was as if she’d waited for this moment as long as I had and was just as far gone as I was.
She shifted in my lap, even closer. Rubbing her pussy more roughly against my hard dick, and I felt it everywhere, sharp and immediate, dragging something darker up from my chest.
Something I’d had to suppress until she was older.
Taryn broke the kiss and pulled away, sliding out of my lap before I could stop her.
The words I was about to say dried up in my throat as she knelt and her hand went to my zipper.
I looked down, and my eyes could hardly believe what they were seeing.
My Taryn, her beautiful dark hair streaming down her back, those gray eyes soft, both dimples peeking out with a shy smile. “Can I?”
I ran my hand down her soft hair and wrapped it around my finger. “Yes, my sweet girl. You can touch me any way you want.”
Taryn slowly pulled my zipper down, and my cock sprang free, pre-cum beading from the tip. She leaned down and lapped at it, and I jerked at the feeling of her tongue touching my heated flesh.
She took me into her mouth, and my head fell back at the pleasure.
“Don’t stop.” I moaned. “I’ve been waiting for years to feel your mouth wrapped around my cock.”
I heard a strange growl and lifted my head to see where it came from.
Taryn was looking up at me and her eyes?—
What the fuck? They were clouded over and wrong.
My eyes suddenly opened to darkness and an unfamiliar ceiling, my heart pounding from the dream.
As everything started to come back to me, my chest rose quickly, heat burning under my skin, and my head pulsed, making it hard to focus.
Suddenly, I heard voices from the porch, as if they were standing in the room with me.
“…put her down.”
Ben.
