I glided my fingers over her pussy. She was slick and ready and I teased her clit before pushing a finger into her, then two, fucking her while I removed every drop of honey from her body.
She writhed, her back arching as her hands held the sides of the counter. I just watched. I had never done anything like this, and I’d bet she hadn’t either. But she was willing to with me. Tasha would let me take her where she needed to go. Where I needed to go.
“Beautiful,” I told her, trailing my tongue to her throat. I caught her shuddering gasps with a kiss. Then her arms were around me and she was sitting up, pulling my hands away and gluing herself to my bare chest. I took her weight, lifting her from the counter and carrying her clumsily to the living room.
I hesitated over the couch for a millisecond, and she must have read my mind.
“I don’t care about the couch.”
Good. Neither did I.
I dropped her onto the cushions, shucking my pants and boxers before coming down on top of her. I kissed her, wishing like hell I didn’t have to stop for the condom.
“Hang on,” I told her, abandoning her for exactly two seconds to grab a condom from the discarded CVS bag. I tore the package open, ripped a condom from the strip, and shakily rolled it on.
Then I was inside her, moving, sliding, the honey sticky between us, but we didn’t care. She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me to her. I’d let this girl do anything to me or with me. In the midst of the best sex of my life, I realized this might have been the first time since Brooke left me that I actually enjoyed losing control.
Which made me wonder…
Could I lose control but still speak?
“Tasha,” I said, then smiled.
She brushed her fingers over my mouth, her smile genuine, her cheeks flushed. I bit down on her finger.
“Tasha Montgomery,” I said, as smooth as my next glide inside her and back out. “I want you to come.” I thrust again.
She let out a cry.
“Come hard for me, kitten.”
By the expression on her face, I could tell she was lost between bliss and bemusement.
“You’re showing off,” she said.
“Damn straight.” She knew my secrets. That was a new feeling too. “Let’s have it.” I doubled my efforts, sinking into her deeper, harder. She begged me for more.
“Almost, almost, almost,” came her chant. I tipped her hips and drove into her again and she came like I asked. Hard. Her internal muscles squeezed down on my cock, the sensation almost punishing in the amount of pleasure it gave. I’d been concentrating on her, so I wasn’t sure if I would be able to—
“Oh, fuck,” I said, and yeah, I was able to.
I lost myself in her body, my moans drowning out her sweet sighs of satisfaction. My lips found hers and I continued shuddering long after it was over. That’s when I knew.
I was gone for this girl.
Tasha
“Your smile is that of a Cheshire cat, beautiful.”
My, but Mr. Newman was feisty today. I shook my head to deny it.
“My guess is you started dating that boyfriend you were wanting since the last time I saw you.”
“He’s not my boyfriend.” But I wanted him to be. Though “dating” seemed a tame and antiquated way to describe what we’d done on my now-in-need-of-a-cleaning sofa.
“Ah, I figure it’s his fault,” Mr. Newman said as he took another shaky step.
“What’s his fault?” I asked, supporting him by the elbow.