Jared
Just a few hours ago, when I looked up at the open roof to see rebar flying at my head, I had honestly wondered in that split second if it might be my time.
Now as I looked up at Tara, it was a much different sort of heaven. She was naked, with her thighs on either side of my head as she slowly lowered her perfect pussy down to my mouth.
“I can’t believe I’m letting you do this,” she laughed. “You’re supposed to be resting.”
I grabbed her ass with my rough hands, pulling her lower until she gasped as my tongue made contact with her soft folds. Gliding over her skin, Tara’s faint moans made me uncomfortably hard. It was worth it to show my sweet girl how much I cared. How much I needed her.
I could feel the heat between us begin to take over as I swiped my tongue and found her already soaked. “I love how ready you always are for me, gorgeous,” I murmured.
Tara definitely enjoyed it when I was a bit demanding. She moaned my name loudly as I gripped her, pulling her hot little button into my mouth.
Her entire body jerked, then began to grind against me. I could feel her going crazy, as her control slipped away.
It didn’t take long for her to begin to pant, her fingers gripping the headboard as she quivered. It felt like she was fighting, trying to hang on a bit longer.
“Relax and come for me, baby,” I murmured, giving her butt a tiny smack.
Working my tongue against her faster, harder, Tara began to shake as her hips tightened and legs flexed. Then I felt her release against my mouth as she squealed.
Her thighs gripped my ears, blocking out her noises, as I rode out her climax to the very end. As she caught her breath, I lapped up her juices, then kissed along every inch of her sweet skin.
“I love this position,” I said in between kisses. “I’ve never tried it before. But I love having you over me, baby. I love that you’re the one in control.”
Tara climbed off me carefully, then lay against my left side. “What can I do for you that won’t hurt your leg?” she asked, as her hand began to slip down my chest.
“Not tonight,” I said gently, kissing along the side of her neck. I needed her to understand that my caring for her was not about getting something in return.
“You mentioned ordering in food, though,” I said. “If you could please hand me my phone, I know a great burrito place.”
We spent the rest of the evening in my bed, eating dinner, watching videos on my laptop, and constantly touching. I was able to let my walls down so easily with her. There was no reason to be anything but completely open, even if it made me seem like less of a tough guy.
It felt like Tara was genuinely fine with my lack of extreme wealth. Now we could get down to the serious business of blending our lives together.
17
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Tara
Being slightly anxious was frequently my default state, but cuddling while pressed snugly against Jared made me wonder if I’d ever be stressed again. He was wearing nothing but his shorts, and I’d borrowed one of his old tank tops to sleep in. Nothing felt as good as his skin pressed against mine.
As I moved, I remembered not to jostle his bad leg. Other than a slow, careful trip to the washroom an hour ago, he’d been a good little patient and kept off it completely.
It was a bit early for sleep, but I felt like he needed more rest. Yet it seemed we were enjoying the snuggling too much to sleep.
“Hey, gorgeous.”
“Hey, handsome.”
I propped myself up on an elbow and was rewarded with a kiss. Then he seemed to be analyzing my face. “How old are you?”
I laughed for a second. “I think I’m supposed to make a fuss and tell you not to ask a lady such things, but who cares. I’m twenty-one.”
“Does it bother you that I’m thirty-six?”
“Nope.”