I moaned when he coated his fingers and rubbed his thumb on my throbbing clit.
“You’re so wet. Tell me you want me, Charlie. You have to say it or this train needs to come to a full stop.”
I nodded frantically. “Yes,” I gasped, my fingers digging into his bare back.
“I want you too,” he breathed against my neck before placing light kisses all along my neck.
My body was beginning to tighten and I knew if he kept it up, I’d be coming any second.
“Tucker, oh God!” I cried out, my hips rolling against his hand, trying to get him to push with just the right pressure.
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p; “That’s it, baby. Let me hear you call out my name when you come.”
“So … close!” I whimpered. When he pressed his mouth to mine and pumped his fingers faster inside of me, I lost it. I moaned into his mouth, my body shaking and climaxing from one of the best orgasms I’d had in years. Holy fucking hell … that was just from his fingers.
“I need to have my mouth on you,” Tucker said, pulling his fingers out of me and picking me up. My body felt limp as he carried me from the kitchen to the sofa.
“Can anyone see in?” he asked.
My head was spinning, so it took me a few moments to realize he was talking about all the windows in my apartment.
“No. No … only at night.”
Tucker set me down and steadied me before he lifted my T-shirt over my head. He growled when he saw my lace bra. Thank God I’d put on a push-up bra. Judging by the way he was staring at my breasts, I’d have to say Tucker approved.
Note to self: Buy more sexy lingerie. Tucker likes.
He dropped to his knees and pulled my favorite pair of cotton pants off of me. Then he slowly pulled off my lace boy-short panties. I stood there with nothing but my bra on.
“You’re so beautiful.”
His words made my chest tighten. They’d been the same whispered words seven years ago. It began to feel like a repeat of that weekend. Except this time, I couldn’t afford to run away even though I started to feel a sense of panic rush through my body.
I had stronger feelings for Tucker now than I did back then, and it was very clear to me the risks of the game I was playing. But he wanted me too. After all, he was the one who came over here and started to seduce me, so it was okay. He made the move on me.
Yeah. To pick up what you started this morning. I couldn’t forget that. When he pushed me down onto my sofa, I tried to catch my breath. He was going down on me, and I almost exploded from the anticipation of that alone. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. How long had it been?
Stop this, Charlie. Stop. This. Now.
He slowly spread my legs apart, and I sat there watching his face as he gazed at me. Not just me. Me down there. The way he swallowed hard and licked his lips had me letting out a soft moan. No man had ever studied me like this. It was like he was waging an internal war with wanting to just stare at my nether region or devour it.
I was voting on the second. I was about to come again just thinking about what he was about to do to me.
He didn’t give me much time to think about it because he dove in, his tongue licking through my folds and flicking my overly sensitive clit.
“Shit!” I cried out, nearly jumping off the sofa.
Tucker’s hands gripped my hips and he held me in place as he licked, sucked, and bit at my pussy. I tried like hell to pull back some, but he had me seated firmly. I did the only thing I knew to do—I gripped his hair with my hands and slowly rolled my hips against his face, drawing out every ounce of how good this felt.
Jesus, where is your self-control, Charleston? Get it together.
Another orgasm was building, and I arched my back and screamed out his name.
“Tucker! I’m coming, oh God, I’m coming.”
Stars exploded in the room. My body trembled as wave after wave of pure delight rolled over me.