AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Like he knew that, Tavish was gentle. He cupped one, taking care as he ran his thumb over the peak of her nipple. She arched back, closing her eyes and losing herself to it. She felt him shift and then his mouth was there, his warm tongue laving over that peak until she wanted to cry out. She grasped his shoulders and allowed a controlled whimper instead.
She needed him. She needed him like this. She needed him in ways she wasn’t even ready to admit yet and in ways she was just starting to learn. In her life she’d been lots of things. She’d learned how to be a daughter, a friend, a sister. She’d given her attention to her business, to a thousand different things. She’d always been independent. This wasn’t about losing that, but it was about learning how to give herself up to someone else completely. It was about making room in her heart to protect him when he did the same. She’d never taken that risk, but with Tavish, that risk wouldn’t burn her down or reduce her to ashes. That risk was only about rewards, being protected and protecting in return. Learning how to care and be cared for. One day, how to love and be loved. How to make a world where it was just two people, a world within a world within a world.
January guided Tavish’s face back up to hers and kissed him like she could tell him all of that with just her body. He didn’t want her just because she was carrying his baby. He was willing to let her go to let her be happy, or at least let her be away from him in order to think about how best to do that. This man was selfless. He thought of everyone else before he thought of himself. He put his friends, his job, his alpha above his own wants and needs. He was a good man and he’d make a wonderful dad.
Everything else aside, she wantedto be here right now. She wanted to be kissing him, writhing on his lap, purring under his attention. She wanted his touch to bring her to life in ways she’d never felt before. She wanted to keep exploring the attraction between them, keep finding out how far their chemistry would go. She knew that a healthy relationship couldn’t be maintained just for the sake of a child. She wanted to stay, and she wanted whatever there was between them to keep flourishing and getting stronger.
She kept kissing him, but when she wriggled her hips, bumping into that hard bulge in his jeans to try to relieve the pressure she felt, he groaned.
“Can’t do this in this chair. Can I take you to the bedroom?”
She was far too old to be a tease—playing with someone’s desires and emotions just wasn’t okay. “Yes. Please.”
Just like before, he lifted her by her hips and held her securely against him. She held on to his shoulders and he carried her and kissed her all the way down the hallway and into his room. It wasn’t smooth and there was a little bit of fumbling when he couldn’t get the door.
He made sure to set her down on the bed with ultimate care. She wasn’t fragile, but she appreciated that he was gentle. She sat on the edge, probably looking quite ridiculous with her camisole around her waist, but she didn’t care. Especially not when Tavish stripped off his hoodie and t-shirt and then kicked off his boots and shucked his jeans. He gave her a shy glance before he peeled off his boxers and threw them onto the pile.
She could have looked at him for a lifetime. It was insane that anyone could be that jacked. He wasn’t just a big man, he was rippling with muscle. She sighed as she took in his six pack, his strong legs, the bulging muscles and corded veins in his arms. She made sure she looked back up at his face instead of the other impressive parts of him. Her cheeks were still on fire anyway. She gave a nervous laugh.
“Let me help you,” he said smoothly. He knelt down at her feet, taking off her shoes. He undressed her easily, unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans and removing them like they were nothing but air even though she would have been fumbling and useless at it. He slid her camisole up over her shoulders and over her lifted arms. Her panties went last, and he took as much care with the plain, boring cotton boyfriend shorts as he would have with hundred-dollar lace.
Tavish surged up and spun them onto the bed. She ended up on top of him, pinning him, straddling his hips. This was a much better position than in the chair. For one, they were both naked. It gave her butterflies to be this close, to have the strongest of men lying underneath her, waiting for her to take control. He looked up at her, his pupils still huge, and now his cheeks were flushed too.
“It’s so hot, seeing you like this.” His deep voice made goosebumps stand up on her arms. “Naked and about to take me inside you and ride me.”
“Oh my god.”
“Let me taste that sweet pussy first. Been dreaming about it ever since I tasted you the first time. Nothing in my life has compared.”
It was filthy, but she flushed with pleasure. She wanted to swat him, but he shifted her up and now she was straddling his face. She grasped the top of the headboard. He didn’t waste time, spreading her open with his fingers and then his tongue. She whimpered and arched and hissed, as his tongue tip explored her folds. It felt so good to have his mouth on her, his lips, his fingers.
She arched against him, too undone by the pleasure to be shy. He knew what he was doing. She cupped her breasts, plying her own nipples gently while he licked every bit of her. She wanted him to discover every single part of her. She didn’t want her body to be a secret. Not from him. She wanted him to know her, and if he knew her better than she knew herself, that wouldn’t frighten her away.
She started to shake, and if she touched her nipples again, she was going to come. Maybe Tavish already knew her body, because he eased up and used his fingers to tap lightly against her clit. “If you want to come, I’d be more than okay with that. I’d love to taste you, love to have you shatter on my tongue and fingers.”
“I want to… to save it,” she panted out. Regular breathing wasn’t possible.
He moved her down instantly, then stilled, letting her take the lead. She wrapped her hand around his hard cock. It would probably never cease to amaze her how he was built all over. He pulsed in her palm, leaking against her hand, and she felt a primal response in her body.
It had been too many weeks. Too many thoughts, too many wishes, too many times telling herself that this wasn’t what was best, that she couldn’t possibly want this, but there was none of that now, not even the tiniest whisper. When she’d been asleep, the dreams had come. They hadn’t all been sexual. Some had just been intimate. But they were always about Tavish, always about him being near. In her sleep, she was the most free and the most unguarded. That part of herself kept telling her that it was okay to want someone this way, this much, already.
Her thighs tightened against his legs, and she shifted, guiding him towards her entrance. She was hot and wet there already, sensitive all over. His cockhead bumped against her swollen clit and she ground her teeth. She was afraid she’d come in two seconds, but even if she did, she wouldn’t let that stop him. She’d just pause for a second, catch her breath, and keep going when it wasn’t so sensitive. He’d give her a minute. He’d give her all the time in the world.
One of Tavish’s large hands cupped her breast, the other rested on her hip to steady her. He circled her nipple with the palm of his hand, teasing her without putting pressure on the peak.
“Oh my god,” she panted. “Please, more.”
He teased her nipple gently, then claimed it with his mouth. He worked it with his tongue as she fitted him at her entrance and let him stretch her as he pushed inside. He was so careful, and she was careful too. She needed to be, because he was big and it hurt just the slightest little bit for her body to accommodate him, but it was also heaven and wonderful and the most delicious pain.
Tavish’s fingers kneaded her hip, then splayed over the curve of it.
“Love this,” he groaned. “Love your curves.” It was the sexiest thing anyone could ever say to her. That she was perfect just the way she was. That she didn’t have to be twenty years younger or twenty pounds lighter to be beautiful. He wasn’t just saying it. She heard the conviction in his voice and she knew that when he looked at her, he saw nothing less than perfection. It made her feel lightheaded, to be wanted that way.
It made her open her legs just a little bit wider, pushing her hips out even though they were already straining because Tavish was so big underneath her. She planted her knees on the bed and changed the position, not shy to try to take him a little bit further. She wanted that extra sensation, that feeling of having him as deep as possible.
It made him groan, that sound utterly primal. He took her nipple into his mouth again, swirling his tongue over the stiff bud. She rocked her hips, more an instinctual writhing than anything that she set her mind to doing. She made a sound, and then another and another, little wild whimpers and breathy pleas.
She’d felt like she was going to come before, so it shouldn’t have surprised her when her climax happened, but it did. The waves of pleasure went from nothing to everything. Her walls clenched around Tavish inside her and she grasped for his shoulders, riding out the pleasure second by second. She couldn’t see or make a sound because there was just the pleasure, but then it cleared, and she could open her eyes. She could keep rolling her hips, although she wasn’t sure if she’d ever stopped. She realized that she’d soaked him, and when she looked at his face, his eyes were glistening.
