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The way she said his name, so soft and tender, so rich and powerful, brought Shane back to his senses. “I was ready the minute I saw you in that tight yellow sweater, baby.”
She purred, chuckling so that her ripe breasts jiggled and sent his cock twitching, not to mention every other part of his hardwired body. “It wasn’tthattight,” she teased, licking her lips as he inched ever closer, covering her knees with his palms as he pressed and rubbed the swollen tip of his desperate cock against her sticky sweet clit.
“Tight enough so you couldn’t wear a bra underneath,” he tantalized with words even as his cock tip teased her thick lips open just a smidge more. The heat from her molten cavern caressed his stiff cock, making him shudder involuntarily even as she squirmed with renewed desire and ground those same lips against his swollen shaft, velvet slick and sticky thick.
“You noticed, huh?”
He paused with his tip just inside, grateful she’d already made him come gallons only an hour or two before or otherwise he’d be gushing like a two-pump chump already. “I couldn’t stop noticing.”
She murmured as the tip of his cock lingered just inside her sweltering pussy, eyelids fluttering up and down like a slot machine. “I’ve never been so bold as I am with you, Shane Dixon.”
“You did that on purpose?”
She nodded, biting down on her lower lip, as gently he slithered another inch or two of his admittedly medium-length prick just deeper inside. “I saw your picture on my editor’s desk. So cute, those dimples, those eyes, so soft and gentle. I thought maybe…”
Tatum paused, wincing slightly as he inched deeper inside of her. “Jesus, damn, I love your cock.”
Shane blushed, only then realizing he had palmed both of her knees, her legs hiked up and her feet pressing down against the mattress on either side of his gently thrusting hips.
“Thanks,” he teased. “I’m rather fond of it myself.”
They paused for a moment, Shane savoring the sensation of Tatum’s silken walls clinging to his throbbing shaft, the velvet heat both comforting and excruciatingly tempting at the same time. Half of him wanted to rut and grunt and grind and blast inside her clinging pussy as fast as he could while the other half wanted to savor this sensation as long as he could. Somehow, Shane knew his first time would be an uncontrollable mix of both.
“You were saying?” Shane could hardly believe they were fuckingandtalking! With Emily back home, words were strictly off limits. He was expected to pleasure her in all the ways she saw fit, with only a grunt or a curse to direct him. Sex was dirty, to be done only in the dark, and only when she craved it, hot and smelly and quick and dirty.
But here, with Tatum, the sun shining in through the open window, crisp fall light favoring her every nook and cranny, he was free to be himself. To pleasure her, certainly, but to enjoy himself as well. And that he was. Gently gliding in and out of her velvet clutches, Shane could feel the heat rising from where it lay, coiled deep in his thick, gently shrugging balls.
Tatum’s eyelids fluttered open, her knuckles white on the headboard, puffy pink nipples stiff once more. “I was?”
“How you skipped a bra that first day because…”
Their eyes met as he ground himself all the way in, watching hers widen even as her lips gently parted, a soft gasp of appreciation escaping them even as she inched gently forward to close the gap between their sweaty, sticky pelvises. When they met, the heat was intense, the sensation so slick he struggled to remain conscious. “Because I was stupid, I guess.”
He thrust gently deeper, their mounds fervent and pressing. “You’re far from stupid, Tatum.”
“I was that day. I thought, foolishly, I thought maybe I could flirt a little. I’ve never been with a jock before. And…” Tatum paused slightly, eyelids gently closing as he ground against her bud with the flat of his pelvis, sensing the give and tug of her clit against his firm, flat flesh. He thrust gently deeper, earning a low, wet, desperate moan from deep inside before she continued, voice breathy and slow and frequently interrupted by gasps and groans.
“Ummm, and you were so cute, and younger than me, and everything about you seemed so different from the other guys I dated, and you were so off limits, it was so unprofessional of me and then … then I met you and … and…”
He thrust harder now, deeper, enjoying the way his tender thrusts interrupted her thought process, garbled as it was. And yet, despite his insistent fucking, she seemed bound and determined to finish her thought. He’d assumed if they were going to talk at all during sex, it would be dirty talk. Filthy, dirty, sexy talk. But this, somehow, seemed even sexier.
“And?” His voice was taut, low, as if his throat was as tight as Tatum’s sweet, velvet pussy.
She squirmed, inviting him in even deeper, spreading her thighs so that his hands spread wider. She arched her back, bucking as she began to grind and writhe in response to his gentle but persistent thrusting. “And then I met you, Shane, and I didn’t feel foolish at all. Not even a little.”
“You’re no fool, girl,” he grunted.
Their eyes met, blissed out and damp, but they met just the same. She shook her head, gasping even as she confessed, “I am a fool, Shane. Oh, sweetfuck, that feels good! I’m … I’m a fool for you.”
He smiled then.No, he thought.Beamed. He beamed then, and gently pressed her knees down so that her legs followed suit. When she was flat on her back once more, he placed his palms on either side of those pretty tits and leaned down until he could kiss her tears away, one by salty one.
“I’m the fool, Tatum,” he grunted, gently thrusting in and out all the while, the friction and heat making him murmur and gasp with delight. He was close, so close, and yet it was as important to him to ease Tatum’s mind as it was to satisfy his own sexual needs. “The biggest fool of all.”
“Why’s that, baby?” Her voice was soft and low, like her eyelids as they gently hovered at half-mast. “Tell me, baby,” she urged. She gripped the headboard as he gave up on persuasion for the time being, and like a damn hog rutting in the wild, thrust and bucked like a jackrabbit on speed.
She responded in kind, pressing when he pulled, grinding as he thrust, grunting and urging him on. “Tell me, baby,” she gasped, but mid-thrust, gulping in hot air and turning her head from side to side. Her raven hair rasped across the damp pillow beneath her, and she switched gears and said what she really meant, “Fuck me, baby!”
He did just that, leaning into her wet, tempting heat the same way he leaned into her urgent dirty talk. “Yes, baby, right there, oh, oh God, yes … yes…”
