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He was the one who groaned when her lips broke away and kissed the side of his neck. She used her teeth and then her hands balled into fists and flexed, relaxed and flexed again. Her nails dug into his plaid shirt before her fingers moved, finding the buttons and popping them loose.
She pushed the fabric off his shoulders. Watching her dip her head in the golden light was so fucking erotic. Especially because she tilted her head down and put those sweet lips on him. She skimmed them over his chest, over his shoulders, to the base of his neck. She tested the limits of his control, until he buried both hands in her hair and tilted her face back up so he could kiss her fiercely.
He pulled her into his lap, arranging her so that she was kneeling on the mattress. She arched into him, her breasts pressing into his chest, her hands at the base of his neck. They still had most of their clothing on, but he could still feel the heat of her. He could smell her desire. It filled up the room. His heart boomed out one thunderous clap after another.
He wanted to go slow, but his hands found her hips and curled around her bottom. He rocked her into him. She had jeans on this time, which were a heck of a lot more substantial than her leggings had been the last time. He rolled her hips like she was thinking the same thing, grinding down harder to try to find him through the layers.
She kept grinding against him hard enough to make him breathless. She kissed him too, holding his face tight between her palms like she could anchor him in place that way. Their bodies moved together through their clothes until he couldn’t stand it a second longer.
He flipped her over, onto the bed, kissing her hard as he wrangled her out of her clothes. The shirt came first. Her bra. Her jeans. He had to tug at those, but she was tugging too, so they were no match for the both of them. He spread her legs, arranging her on the bed. She had the sweetest light pink pair of panties on. They had little scallops at the edges, white satin frills, and a tiny bow in the middle of the waistband with a little floral rosette. They were so dainty and delicate that he was almost a gentleman and took them off properly.
Almost.
He had his fists resting on them, and when he took them and pulled, he meant to pull down, not pull apart, but they shredded in his hands like they were made of air and raw silk strands.
Taylee gasped.
It was theI think that’s hotkind of sound, and not the kind that said she was royally pissed that he’d destroyed a favorite pair of panties.
He had no choice now but to make it up to her.
Even if she giggled quietly. “You’re that eager?”
“You have no idea,” he grunted, settling between her legs.
“Oh, I can imagine. It’s been a tremendous challenge, not being near you the way I wanted to be. The way I craved.”
“You felt the same way?”
“I did. I do. Almost all I thought about was you. Even when I had to be thinking about something else, it was still you, underneath all of that.”
His heartbeat accelerated. It felt like every nerve ending in his body had been taken apart and put back together to fire at double the pace they were firing at before. His blood had never felt so hot. His heart had never beaten so fast. He’d never been half that hard before. It was probably relative, like pain, where you could never reconstruct the experience properly, but he did know that right now, he was experiencing some full-on, excruciating agony as his cock punched against the zipper of his jeans.
He needed to make this good. He’d just shredded her panties. He needed to get a handle on himself. He found one bare breast, presented to him like a gift, the nipple hard and peaked towards the ceiling. He’d imagined closing his mouth over that nipple since last time. He’d imagined suckling her and biting her, and so he did both.
She moaned and writhed on the bed, her hips bucking up to find only air because he was too far away. He did the same thing to the other nipple and she wriggled again, trying to be close. She was naked and so, so close beneath him, but he had to have control. No matter how much it fucking hurt or how insane he felt trying to hang on to it, he absolutely had to keep it together.
He knew Taylee didn’t remember the things they’d done together before, and he wanted this experience, the first one she would remember doing this, to be ultra-special. He’d wanted to taste her last time. Hadn’t had enough control. He shoved down the raw animal need to take his mate and make her come apart, make her scream his name, and instead kissed a gentle path over her ribs, her flat belly, and further down.
He gently moved her thighs apart. They weren’t locked together. They opened for him. She was glistening already. Her hand landed on his shoulder and quickly travelled up to his hair like she needed a handhold.
He should have started slow, but his control broke at being so close to her like this, at her scent reaching him. The first lick made him want more, and after that, it was just more and more and more. He licked her clit. Her folds. Her entrance. She buckled wildly, trying to take him closer, trying to pull him into her. She turned her face into the pillow and whimpered her pleasure. Her hand in his hair was going to pull out every single strand that she had her fingers wrapped around, and that was okay. God, it felt so good. She tasted so good.
He got carried away. He was being too fast, too aggressive. Taylee didn’t care. She thrashed against him, moaning and whimpering, her hips riding his face shamelessly. She wasn’t embarrassed at how much she wanted him. There was no doubt about how much she wanted him.
She was getting closer and closer to shattering. Did he want to let her do that? Did he want to let her come apart all over his face, his tongue, his fingers? Yes. There was no doubt he wanted it, but would it be sweeter if she came all over his cock?
Did he have to choose? Couldn’t he have both?
He’d have both. He’d have both from her and for her.
She wasn’t waiting for him to give her permission to come. She was just waiting for him to hit the exact right spot and stay there. He licked her clit, swirling his tongue like a weapon over that sensitive bud, and then he filled her with two fingers.
Turned out, that was the magic combination. He was a little surprised by how fast it happened, but he loved it. He loved that he could feel her pulsing around his fingers like she never wanted them to leave. That she was so wet and slick as he licked her sweet pussy from top to bottom. He licked around his fingers, which made her cry out and quickly turn her face into the pillow. He licked her and thrust gently and slowly, dragging out the pleasure. It trembled through her, her muscles twitching. Her breaths were all over the place. She made the most adorable little howling noises, smothered with the pillow, that eventually just turned into ragged little whimpers.
She finally opened her eyes, and when he looked up, she was still throbbing around his fingers. When their eyes met, she gasped. “I closed my eyes for that,” she whispered like it was a crime, or like she was disappointed that she’d somehow missed something vital.
“That’s okay. I think it feels just as good either way.”
