She pulled back and looked up at him, and he cupped the side of her face, smoothed his thumb along her cheek, and reveled in the fact her skin was buttery smooth. He leaned down and kissed her soft and slow.
“I want you so much,” she whispered against his mouth. “It seems I just want you so much more than the last time, and those feelings grow every second I’m with you, Larson.”
He groaned, kissed her hard and long, and loved that she was being honest with him. “I have things to tell you, too, but right now let’s just worry about the here and now, baby.”
She nodded, and he smiled against her lips.
With her hands still on his chest he felt her smooth them down his abdomen until she pressed her fingers against his erection that all but demanded to be free. She unzipped him, undid the button, and then she was wrapping her fingers around his erection. He groaned at the fact it she was bold enough to just touch him, to go after what she wanted. It made it that much more pleasurable.
Moving his hand behind her head, he cupped her, held her as he deepened the kiss, and moved his tongue faster and harder against hers. His mind and body screamed for more, to be rougher, harder, but he fought those urges because right now he needed to show her that he could be a gentler man when it came to her.
When she moaned against him he moved his hands to cup her ass, squeezed the globes, and then lifted her easily. She wore these terrycloth type workout pants, ones that he’d seen her in at the gym as she worked the front desk. He’d imagined touching her, seeing how they felt as they molded to her ass.
Lifting her off the ground easily, he loved that she was all curved, all his. She wrapped her legs around his waist right away, ground her pussy on his cock, and he grunted from the contact. The hard length of his dick prodded between her legs, and he wished the material that separated her from him were gone. With their mouths still fused, and her legs wrapped around him firmly, he started to move them toward the bed. He laid her on the mattress, took a step back, and looked his fill at her.
“Take off the clothes, baby. I want to see every part of you.”
She breathed in and out fast, her breasts rising and falling from the force. She slipped her pants and underwear off, tossed them aside, then went for her shirt and bra. The thatch of trimmed dark hair that covered the top of her mound beckoned him, but the sight of her bare pussy lips had pre-cum slipping from the tip of his cock. The way her legs were wide open, giving him that prime shot of her wet, swollen, and red pussy, made him feel feral. He grabbed his shaft, started stroking himself from root to tip as he stared at her luscious body, and groaned.
She sat up and reached for him. Tasha pushed his hand away, and although he wanted to be in control, he let her lead the way. She was the one who started moving her hand up and down his dick, grabbed his balls with her other hand, and made him on the verge of coming just from the gentle pressure and motion she tortured him with.
When she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the crown of his shaft, he about came right in her mouth. Throwing his head back, he closed his eyes and let the feel of her working him over wash through his entire body. She sucked on his cockhead, stroking the root of his erection, and he speared his hand in her hair. Larson thrust back and forth into her mouth gently at first, but the way she hollowed out her cheeks, sucked him in good and deep, had him nearly losing it. He pushed her back on the bed until she was lying on it once again, her legs spread, and her lips parted as she breathed in and out harshly from her arousal.
Tasha rested against the mattress and watched him. Larson lifted his hands and smoothed them down her legs. The sound of her swallowing filled the too quiet room. He quickly removed his clothing, not wanting to torment them any longer, but also impatient to be with her. When he stepped up to her again and touched her legs, all he did for a suspended moment was stare at where his hands rested on her inner thighs. A tightening started at the base of his spine the longer he stared at her pussy. He felt the same way she did, his feelings growing exponentially with every passing day, and the more time he spent with her.
“Please,” she whispered into the darkness. “I need you, Larson. I think I’ll always need you.” She closed her eyes and let her head fall back when he moved his fingers along her silky folds.
He needed to make this good for her because she didn’t deserve any less. “Look at me when I’m touching you, baby,” he said in a hard voice. He was hardened naturally from the experiences he’d gone through, but he was trying to be the man she deserved … the man that he deserved for himself.
She lifted her gaze to his, and for several long seconds he didn’t speak. They just stared at each other while he continued to keep a firm, yet gentle hold on her inner thighs. Slowly he removed his hands from her. Sliding his palms up her body, he stopped right below her breasts. Larson could feel how fast and hard her heart was beating. Moving onto his knees between her legs, he leaned forward and ran his tongue along her cleft. He loved eating her out, loved licking the cream from her pussy, hearing her moan, and reveled in the fact that it was because of him she felt such pleasure.