“Because they're a part of you and your story. What you consider imperfections are what I can't stop fantasizing about. Every inch of you, I crave and want to devour.”
Tears surface at the corners of her eyes, and I brush my thumb over them, then kiss both of her cheeks. “Up on the counter,” I tell her, then lift her until she's comfortably seated.
“Are there cameras pointing this way?” she blurts out, suddenly aware that they could be watching us.
“No, they only aim toward the entryway of the house. The rest are outside,” I reassure. “I thought you liked the idea of being watched?” I tease, sliding my hands down her body as I sink to the floor.
“I do...but maybe not your brother and sister-in-law.”
I chuckle in amusement. “Don't worry. The only one who's getting a private show is me.” I flash her a wink, pushing her dress up and noticing she's completely bare. “No panties? Were you planning to seduce me?”
She playfully shrugs. “Truthfully, I'm out of underwear. I need to do laundry.”
I chuckle at her honesty. “Lucky me.”
As I kiss the inside of her thigh, I spread her legs apart and worship every inch I can get my lips on. She whimpers, and each moan she releases drives me crazy.
“I'm not sure I'll like that...” She glances down. “It's been a long, long time since I've had a man...down there.”
Sadly, that doesn't surprise me.
“Don't be self-conscious. If I was any more obsessed with how much I want to taste you, you'd call me a freak.”
“I just worry you won't like it.”
“Are you nuts?”
She shrugs.
“I'm on my knees for you, baby. Let me worship you the way you deserve.”
Tatum nods, giving me the permission I need. She grips her fingers on the edge of the counter and steadies herself.
“Keep your eyes on me.”
Slowly, I kiss my way farther up, feeling her squirm with every lick and suck. I take my time as I make my way to her pussy.
“Fuck, baby. I can smell your arousal already.” I swirl my finger through her wetness and groan.
Her breathing hitches as her head falls back.
“Eyes down here, Tatum,” I demand.
She does what I say. “I want you to watch just how much I enjoy tasting you.”
I inhale her scent before sliding my tongue between her folds. She hisses between her teeth and squirms against my face as I switch between licking and sucking her clit.
“How's that feel?” I ask.
“Intense and so, so good.”
“Good. Hold on tight.” I wink, then position one of her legs over my shoulder and sink back into her sweet cunt.
I flick my tongue over and over, creating buildup with every stroke and moan. Tatum's losing her ever-loving mind, and I can't get enough of her panting for more.
“You want my fingers, baby?” I ask for permission.
“Yes, please,” she begs, breathing hard.
As I slowly slide a finger inside, I keep my eyes on hers. Her mouth opens, then I add another.
“Holy shit,” she hisses. “That's amazing.”
I smirk as I return to her clit and thrust two fingers in deep.
Her body convulses, and I know she's almost there. I keep my pace, feeling her pussy tighten around my knuckles.
“God, yes...fuck,” she cries out, arching her hips as I continue flicking her clit. “Right there.”
And like a bomb, she explodes.
“So goddamn beautiful when you come, baby,” I tell her once I'm on my feet. “Wanna taste how sweet you are?”
All she can do is nod, and I smirk, bringing my mouth down on hers.
“I've never experienced anything like that,” she says in awe. “I can't believe how good it was.”
“Not bad for being a younger man, right?” I smirk, wiping my chin.
“For someone so sweet and caring, you sure are arrogant,” she mocks, adjusting her dress over her hips.
“Only about things I'm confident about.”
“Okay, well I can't promise I’ll be that good, but I want to return the favor.” She notices the hard imprint of my cock through my jeans.
Before I can respond, the oven timer goes off.
Of fucking course.
I kiss her temple when she groans. “It's okay. I want to feed you first because you're gonna need the energy for what I have planned for us tonight.”
Chapter Sixteen
TATUM
My limbs feel like Jell-O after Easton gave me the orgasm of the century. I truly never knew it could be this way. Although I wanted to pleasure him, I was glad for the break so my heart could catch up to my head. I'm not sexually experienced beyond missionary and want nothing more than to make him feel good. Justin was the only man I had been with, but he stopped putting my needs first, even before our marriage fell apart.
But that doesn't mean I don't want to try. They say it's just like riding a bicycle, right?
I wish I was bold enough to text Oakley for tips, but I'm not ready to open that box. She doesn't need all the dirty details, though she’d ask for them.