Release.
Need it.
Badly.
I wiggle under him, knowing my efforts will go unnoticed by Tucker who has his own agenda, but I need to make it known that he's driven me to the brink, that I'm there, provoked by his touch, ready, wet, and waiting.
"Tucker," I breathe out heavily. "I'm so wet." The words feel foreign coming from me, in such a sensual moment, but they also feel right, like I was meant to save them for this exact minute. It's as though Tucker was brought into my life at this time to pull them out of me.
He hums over my breasts and lowers his head to my stomach, making me hyper aware of what he'll do next. The feel of his scruff along my sensitive skin heightens my senses, acting as an electric bolt through my veins, turning the lights on deep within me. I never realized that up until this moment, sex had been an insignificant shadow, a passionless burning only Tucker Jameson could ignite.
"You taste like sweet honey," he murmurs, working his way farther south. "Fuck, why did I wait so long for this? For you?" Gliding his hands down my stomach, he moves them past my hips to my thighs where he spreads them wide to accommodate for his broad shoulders. I'm completely exposed to him, in one of the most raw ways possible, and I feel nothing but comfortable. Ready.
His jaw deliciously scratches its way down to just above my pubic bone. He rests his chin on the center of my legs and leisurely runs his tongue back and forth over the sensitive skin a few inches below my belly button. I squirm relentlessly beneath him, just a few more inches . . .
"Has anyone every fucked you with their tongue, Emma?"
My mind feels like fog, his voice heavy in my heart but not registering as I'm clouded with anticipation. "What?" I ask, my breath heavy with each pass through my lungs.
He moves farther down, his face directly between my legs. With two fingers, he parts my slit and leans forward while looking up at me with those devastatingly smoldering blue-green eyes. "Has anyone ever . . ."-he lowers his head. My heart starts to beat out of my chest, my entire body tingling with numbness. His tongue peeks out of his mouth and very lightly, almost as if he doesn't touch me, licks the length of my slit-". . . tongue fucked you?"
My eyes are sealed shut, unable to bare the pleasure that waits for me. Above me, my fists grip onto the pillow my head rests on and I shake my head.
"I want to hear it from your beautiful lips. Tell me no one has ever tongue fucked you. Tell me I'm the first."
Finding my voice, I weakly say, "You're the first, Tucker. You're the first man to tongue fuck me."
He sighs and then shakes his head, his scruff rubbing against my inner thighs. I want more of that. "How is that even fucking possible?" He kisses me gently on my inner thighs, getting so close, that one swipe of his tongue gives me nothing and only makes me more frustrated. "Fun fact, Emma, I like eating pussy." My legs clench from his confession, which makes him lightly chuckle. "But you're going to have to show me those peepers of yours before I taste you. Open your eyes, Emma."
In so much need, I do as he says, connecting with him in one of the most intimate ways possible.
"That's it, baby. Keep those eyes on mine this whole time. Do not close them. I want to see you fall apart while I fuck you with my tongue. Got it, beautiful girl?"
I nod, feeling tears stinging the backs of my eyes for an unknown reason. Everything is heightened in me right now. I blame the threatening tears on that, not on the way Tucker seems to look straight into my soul.
"Good."
He kisses me a few more times on my inner thighs until he moves his mouth over my center and flattens his tongue. His eyes trained on me, he presses his tongue against my clit and moves it upward applying just enough pressure to make me scream out his name.
"Tucker." I moan, my head falling back from my impending release, which I know will come sooner than expected.
My legs fall farther apart and when I situate myself for the ride of my lifetime, Tucker's tongue ceases to move. What? Is he teasing again? Please, I can't take any more of this.
When I look down at him, he smiles. "That's it, baby. Keep those eyes on me."
Crap.
Eyes.
Focus.
Bracing myself with my elbows, I lift up so I can completely focus on the way his tongue lusciously swipes along my slit. I've never felt anything like it. I've never SEEN anything like it. A man, so desperately happy to be resting between my thighs, eyes fixated on mine while his mouth works magic on me, kissing, nibbling . . . sucking. It's too much.
My legs feel like they're floating on clouds, my body lifeless, the only feeling coursing through my body is a light prickling sensation screaming through my veins, preparing me for my fall. The build is strong, heady, overwhelming. My breathing erratic with each swipe, with each pull on my clit, with every hum from his mouth.