Tanner emits a low groan, mumbling something to himself. I can only hope it’s something so dirty he doesn’t want to repeat it to me at full volume. He skims his hands over the fabric clinging to my breasts, and the cups fall away.
I drop my bra onto the mattress and let Tanner look.
I wait, but he doesn’t say anything. He only stares at my breasts, a low rumble sounding in his chest as he stares at my body like a man worshiping an idol. Tanner cups my bare tits then closes his mouth over one nipple. My body jerks, longing for more. More heat, more of his mouth, more of everything.
Tanner’s tongue gives devastating licks and swirls over one nipple, then the other. I don’t know which is hotter, the attention to these tight buds or how he rubs his stubbly face between my breasts.
He keeps nipping my breasts, kissing me everywhere until I’m panting.
“Tanner…need you…need you now.”
I’m entirely, unabashedly grinding against him now, the arousal building inside me again.
“Take it off,” he grinds out into my mouth.
I have no doubt what he’s talking about. My hands reach for the row of buttons on his shirt, fisting the material on either side. Buttons fly, pinging against the walls. Frantically, I help him get rid of his shirt, and I’m finally free to run my hands all over that broad chest, the hard ridges, the bare traps at his shoulders. I don’t know what to touch first. He’s deeply tanned and so hard that I give in to the urge to bite and lick. I drag my lips and tongue down his corded neck, ending at his collarbone, where I nip the bone with my teeth. He hisses, and I lick over the red spot.
Without words, only grunts, Tanner slides me off his lap, his hand never leaving my hips. The next thing I know, I’m under him, moaning at the loveliness of his weight on top of me, pushing me into the mattress.
Tanner said I would get it, and he is a man of his word.
I arch upward to help him rid me of my panties, and then he’s on top of me again, with me now completely naked.
My hands reach between us to cup his length, and he pushes against my touch.
“Fuck. Casey.”
“Do you have a condom?”
“Yeah.”
He slowly peels himself away from me to stand and drop the jeans I’ve already unfastened.
I eagerly rise to my knees and help him tug down his boxer briefs, watching his thick cock spring free. Tanner’s erection slaps his lower abdomen, its tip an angry red. I lick my lips and lean forward, suctioning the warm tip into my mouth, and licking off the bead of precum. While I do this, I explore the rest of his cock with my hands, my body thrilling at the tender skin. Heat pools in my core when that rigid length jerks in response to my touch.
Taking his cock deeper into my mouth, moaning on it.
Something inside Tanner snaps.
With a deep growl, I’m suddenly flat on my back, with the big cowboy’s face between my thighs. I yelp in surprise at the force at the swiftness, scrabbling around to grip his hair.
“Tanner!”
My body arcs upward in response to the new and unexpected sensation of his mouth and tongue against my pussy.
All I hear in response is his groans, combined with the sound of licking, a torturously erotic sound that triggers another wave of arousal at my core.
He sinks his tongue deep into my heat, stroking my walls so fiercely that I come for a second time, my release snapping out of me with a loud cry.
Is he finished? No, he doesn’t let up, instead flattening his tongue and licking slowly from my core to my clit, his fingers spreading my folds wide.
He repeats with a frenetic rhythm that reminds me of devouring melting ice cream. The image would make me laugh if I weren’t already aching for him to put his mouth on my clit.
The desperate licking and kissing make me writhe under him.
Just when I think he’s going to put me out of my misery, he prolongs it by pulling away ever so slightly to gently blow against the sensitive, wet flesh.
My hands curl in his hair. “Tanner!” My body jerks, begging for more contact.