I let out a small yelp of surprise at feeling him between my legs, the fabric of my dress pushed up to my hips. Tanner steadies me with his hands, releasing my fingers to roam his chest, shoulders, and nape. He groans into my mouth, and I answer with a moan. His tongue in my mouth feels so perfect. Everything about him feels right and homey, nothing I would have imagined when I’d first spotted him on the stage the other night at the auction.
Our kisses grow hotter and rougher, our tongues playing against each other. Tanner licks into my mouth, and I return the favor.
I pull back, panting, feeling the arousal flood my panties at the sight of this broad-chested man gasping for breath, his lips pink and shining from our kissing.
He drags his rough fingers over my jaw and my cheeks, making me nearly burst out of my skin. My heart pounds at the sight of those bedroom eyes.
“You make me crazy for you, Casey. Let me make you come.”
An involuntary noise bursts out of me that would sound comical in any other context. Whatever it sounds like to Tanner, it has him hauling me tight against that hard body and crashing his lips against mine.
We’re so close I can feel his erection poking my core. My hands reach down between us, but I can’t get a good grip. Leaning back from the kiss, I gaze at him as I fumble for his belt.
Tanner locks his grip on my wrist and speaks through gritted teeth. “Wait.”
“What is it?”
“You first.”
I barely have time to reply, “Oh,” before Tanner’s rough hands have my skirt hiked up to my sides, his palms caressing the outside of my thighs. Coming up to my knees, I help him quickly pull the entire dress off over my head.
Tanner’s gaze darkens, and he licks his lips. His eyes roam over my breasts and the bare skin of my stomach. “Fucking beautiful. I told you so.”
I self-consciously bite my lip, but Tanner pulls me forward again and captures that lip with his teeth. The gentle pinch is delicious.
Cupping both of my breasts in his hands, I marvel at how good that feels. He fills me with such intense longing for more, more, more, but also makes me insanely happy at the same time. On the inside, I laugh at how touch-starved I am.
But I don’t care. I only care about having this good man showing me how perfect we can be together.
Tanner’s hands squeeze my breasts, his thumbs caressing over the hardening nipples poking through the fabric of my bra.
I rock my pelvis into him, noticing the twitch of his cock in response, even through his jeans.
“I’m going to cream all over your perfectly starched and creased denims, cowboy,” I declare.
Tanner thrusts hard in return with astonishing core strength. “You’d better leave your scent all over me and give me a reason not to wash these clothes again.”
This makes me laugh, until I feel his teeth close around the tight buds of one nipple through the fabric of my bra. I suck in a ragged breath.
“Tanner,” I whimper.
“Are you ready to come for me, Casey? Are you ready to take my fingers?”
“Cock. I want your cock,” I blurt like the brazen hussy I am.
He chuckles softly and blazes a trail of kisses up my throat. “You’ll get it. Now come up on your knees again, sweetheart.”
When I do, I’m not prepared for how good those calloused fingers feel, tugging my panties aside and sinking in between my folds.
“Oh! Oh…”
I close my eyes and get lost in his slippery fingers working over my sensitive flesh. Up and down, side to side, until I’m almost mad with need. My body acts on its own and grinds against his hand, begging him to fill me or find my clit. Something needs to happen before I rip open that shirt and start scratching his chest with my nails.
After too many torturous seconds, his slow strokes find my clit, and I come apart the instant he touches it. Those small muscles of my sex spasm hard in my orgasm, but they clamp down around nothing.
I forget that hollow feeling when Tanner lets me watch him suck my essence from his fingertips.
As he does this, I reach back and unhook my bra, letting the straps fall from my shoulders.