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We laugh and kiss all the way to the bedroom. When he gets to the bedrooms, he looks left and right. “I want you in my bed tonight.”
He doesn’t bother shutting the door and lays me on the bed. His body is cut and defined from the endless hours he works out, but right now the sight of his ass alone is fantastic. He opens his dresser drawer and I hear crackling. Condom. Good idea.
He fiddles with it and looks at it with pinched brows. He rips it with his teeth and looks at it again. It must be a different brand. I hope it doesn’t have ridges or any bells and whistles because I want to feel Tackett.
He moves to the side of the bed and stands in front of me. “Can you do the honors?” He holds out the condom. I roll over on my side and pull my legs in to sit up. I take the rubber and roll it on him. It’s the first time I’ve had the pleasure.
My hands explore his abs. I know I need to even the score and give him at least one orgasm since I’ve had two. But he leans me back and stretches out over me. His honey blond hair falls toward me, framing his face. I run my hand back through it. “Is this really happening?”
He doesn’t flinch. “Yes.” His eyes are locked on me as he starts rocking his body into mine. He doesn’t reach down to insert himself. He finds his way while one elbow holds himself up and the other his stroking my hair.
“Ohhh,” I slip as he inches in. His width is jarring. He rocks out and in again, going further in.
“I’m sorry. I want this to be good.”
“It already is. Just rip the Band-Aid off and push in.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Tackett, have you heard of the song, ‘Hurt So Good?’” I pause. “I want you because I know it will be like the song.”
He’s takes orders well and pushes all the way in. My French manicured nails dig into the muscular planes of his back as I cry out.
He moves from side to side before slowly sliding in and out. His groans fill my soul knowing he’s enjoying this as much as I am. His dick twitches, and my center grips him in a choke hold.
“You’re so tight. You feel so good.”
He lifts one leg over his shoulder and pounds me rhythmically. A bead of sweat falls from his forehead to my chest and I want to taste. I unclench my hands from his biceps and raise up, holding onto his face. “Kiss me.”
He claims me like he has the rest of my body. While kissing, our teeth clash a few times as he plunges into me over and over, ripping my tender muscles. “Salty lips, mmm.”
He slows, then positions me almost on my side. I’ve never had this angle and it’s too much. “Taaaacket.” He keeps going but slows down. Okay. God this feels good. In seconds I’m whimpering. It’s deeper and it’s hitting something I didn’t know was there.
“Fuck. You’re a dream come true.” He grunts out.
Just like that my body seizes up, my back arches chasing that last tickle.
“Come on—Please—Come with me. I can’t hold off.” It comes out gritty and selfish. One last thrust and I’m in la-la-land. The world goes dark, and I’m floating in the most peaceful river of contentment and happiness.
Tackett pushes in and holds as my center contracts around him, milking every last drop from his body.
Gently, he takes my leg and uncoils me so I’m flat on my back. He places wet kisses on my arms and shoulder, then my neck and ear. Wanting his warmth, I press his body to mine and explore his back. We fall back to earth together.
Easing out of me, he grips himself and walks into the bathroom. A few minutes later he comes back with half a hard-on and a washcloth. I spread my legs with anticipation. If he cleans me up like he has sex, this may be a ride in and of itself.
He sits on the side of the bed and starts at my knees wiping gently in an upward motion. He does both legs then moves to the center. He refolds the washcloth and uses his fingers to separate my folds and warms my aching sensitive skin as he cleans me. He throws the rag on the floor while ghosting my center with butterfly kisses.
God, he knows how to pleaseme.
ChapterThirteen
TACKETT
Talynn looks even more beautiful in the afterglow of sex with her flawless golden skin pinked from exhaustion and hopefully happiness. Her eyes are closed, and she has the sweetest upward turn of her lips while she sleeps. She fell asleep in my arms hours ago, but not until she wiggled her knee between my thighs and folded her other long limb over my hip.
I’m afraid to close my eyes. Afraid it will be a dream. I adjust her leg to get as much skin-to-skin contact as possible. She opens her heavy lids just enough so I can see those tired hazel eyes.
“Sleep with me.” Her eyes flutter open and shut.
