Her cheeks were now spread, and he had an unobstructed view of her asshole. God, he was going to fuck that at some point. Her pussy was spread, too, all juicy looking, swollen and pink from when he’d been plowing her.
“Why’d you stop?” she asked with a shaky voice.
“Just admiring the view, Tasha,” he said and spanked her ass lightly. He wanted to see his cum slipping out of her, wanted to see her crying out, her mouth open, her eyes closed, and her body accepting all he had to give. Larson moved lower and onto his belly so his face was right up in her cunt. She smelled sweet and musky, and he knew she’d taste the same way.
He ate her out, licked her slit from pussy hole to clit, and then moved back down again. Shoving his tongue into her opening, he fucked her with it until she started grinding herself back against his mouth. “That’s it, baby,” he growled.
“Oh, God. What are you doing to me?” Her words were muffled against the bed, but he didn’t stop licking her to answer. He flattened his tongue and moved it to her clit and sucked the little pearl into his mouth at the same time he shoved a finger into her.
Curling the digit around until he felt that little hidden bundle of nerves, he pushed another finger into her and started stroking. She was murmuring incoherent things, and he moved his mouth away to watch what was about to happen.
“Come on. Give me this. Give it to me, Tasha.”
“Oh. My. God.” She lifted up her ass a little more, and a tremor worked over her entire body as she came. He pulled his fingers out and went back to rubbing her clit. He was to the side as he watched her pussy hole clench and relax. She was screaming into the pillow now, but he didn’t stop rubbing her until she fell onto her belly and begged him to stop.
“Oh God, Larson.” She sounded exhausted, but when she turned her head to the side he could see a small smile on her face.
He took hold of the root of his shaft and started stroking himself. He could get off on the look of her pleasure alone, but it seemed she had other things in mind. Tasha rolled onto her back and reached for him.
“I’m not ready for this night to be over with, Larson.” When he was between her splayed thighs, and was positioned at her entrance again, he stared into her eyes. Slowly he pushed into her this time, never taking his eyes off of her. Resting his arm beside her head, he buried himself in her wet heat and thrust into her nice and easy.
In and out, keeping the same pace every time, and experiencing the buildup of his orgasm, was all Larson was thinking about right now.
He felt his climax approach. It started as a tingling at the base of his spine and moved quickly through him. “I’m going to come.” He bumped her clit with the root of his dick, and she mewled.
He leaned in and kissed her just as his orgasm tore through him. He came harder than he ever had. It sucked the air from his lungs, stole his sanity, and he knew that he would never be the same.
Larson groaned once more and stilled as his pleasure finally receded. He pulled out of her, and they lay there for several minutes, neither saying anything. He went to get off the bed, maybe to get her something to clean up with, or maybe to leave her alone so he could get his head on straight. But before he could get off the bed she spoke.
“Just hold me.”
He looked over his shoulder at her and saw the way she looked up at him, so shy, so soft, as if they hadn’t just fucked right now. He turned over and lay beside her again, and he wanted to hold her. Damn, did he want to hold her.
You have nothing to lose.
But he did, and that scared the shit out of him. He reached out and ran his finger along the bridge of her nose. He didn’t want to worry about the past anymore, didn’t want to hold himself back from Tasha. He held her, kept her close to his body, and inhaled her scent. He’d finally found peace while with this woman. He closed his eyes, let himself succumbed to the darkness, and found solace in sleep. Larson found the kind of serenity where the nightmares of his past didn’t try to take him away.
****
Tasha sat across from her mother and father, the tension and uncomfortable feeling increasing the longer she was in their presence. It was like this ever since she’d had the baby, and although that was years ago, it still felt fresh whenever she was with them. They didn’t let her forget her “shame”, that was for damn sure.
“How’s work?” her father asked, but his focus was on the cell phone in front of him.
“Fine,” Tasha replied, pushing the food around on her plate, uninterested in the meal and the company. It was always like this, because no matter how much time had passed, her parents always brought up what had happened. It was like they couldn’t drop it. She’d moved on, yet they still lived in the time where she’d made them a “disgrace”, had disgusted them, and brought shame on their family name. It was like their family name was something to be prided on, or like it was royalty.