Since he had her right in front of him now, he pushed her breasts up and weighed them in his hands. Perfect. He loved the softness of them and how heavy they felt. He kneaded them and Tara moaned with her head falling back.
“I want to taste you so bad, Tara. Remember how you passed out that first time I licked your clit over and over again?”
Her whimper made his dick jump behind his boxer briefs.
She tilted her hips, rubbing her pussy against him. “Yes…”
“You remember?”
“Oh, God, yes …”
Her fingers slithered through his hair as he came up from licking her throat. He refrained from kissing her on the lips just in time and kissed her jaw. This wasn’t about making love, or reconnecting with the love of his life. This was about having her exactly where he wanted her: compliant for once and open to receive whatever he would give her.
He wished he could forget the shit she pulled and the hurt she’d caused not only him but also the rest of his family.
Fucking Tara wouldn’t erase that. It would, however, get his mind of things and by the look of Tara’s lusty eyes; she needed it just as bad.
He went down on his knees in front of her while pulling her lacy white underwear down until it dangled from one ankle. He licked his way up from her inner thigh and chuckled against her pebbled skin as she instantly opened her legs wider.
“Can’t wait for me to fuck your pussy with my tongue, eh? I remember how much you liked it when I tongued you down…”
The grip on his hair turned painful but it didn’t stop him from sucking the skin of her thigh into his mouth for a beautiful hickey.
“You still do that?” she asked annoyed.
His mouth let go of her skin and he made sure to hold on to her legs before leaving a little bite in retaliation.
“I know you hated it whenever I left my mark on you. But seeing my teeth imprinted in your thigh tomorrow will make me hard as fuck.”
“This is a one time thing. You’ll not see this part of me tomorrow.”
He looked up from between her legs as he accepted her challenge. He purposely held her eyes as he said, “We’ll see about that.”
Before she could answer, he dove in and traced a long wet line with his tongue over her outer labia.
He opened her up for him with his fingers and licked her entrance before going up and sucking her clit.
“Oh, yes! Right there.”
She still tasted like a little piece of heaven. He slurped her juices and didn’t give a fuck his face got covered in her stickiness. He pushed two fingers inside and held still when she whimpered.
“Are you okay?”
She nodded while biting her bottom lip.
He put pressure on her clit with his thumb before slapping her pussy. “I need the words, Tara.”
She moaned and rocked her pussy against his fingers in response. Shit. She was even more perfect now than she had been six years ago.
He wouldn’t have dreamt of slapping her pussy when he was still an eighteen-year-old boy. But a lot had happened since then. He loved playing with his bed partners: tying them up and making them scream as they begged to finally orgasm after hours of torment.
“Yes! I’m okay. It’s been a while…”
He shouldn’t care. He shouldn’t give a flying fuck that it had been a while since a man had been between her legs.
He pierced her entrance with his fingers a little more forcefully.
“Ah! Owen! Oh, fuck… Yes!!”