“Your turn,” I whisper.
He pauses for a second, as if he doesn’t want to take his eyes off me, but then starts to lift his t-shirt off. I take in every rippled muscle. The valley between his pecs begs to be licked, and I plan to oblige. I could never get sick of this view. I like it—a lot.
“And the pants,” I manage to get out, still staring at his six-pack of spectacular abs.
He undoes his button, and my eyes don’t leave his hands. The sound of the zipper lowering fills the room, then his jeans are pulled down his powerful thighs. He kicks them off, and allows me to stare at him, his lips twitching.
He’s amazing.
He climbs onto the bed on his knees, bracing himself over me. When he lowers himself and kisses me, I close my eyes and just feel.
The kisses soon turn desperate, and his hands start to wander. His mouth lowers and finds my nipples, concentrating on one and then the other. I reach down and hold him with my hand, arching my hips up, silently begging for him to enter me.
“No rush,” he admonishes gently as he starts to kiss down my stomach.
Okay, I do like where this is going.
At the first lick, I can’t stop the moan that bursts from my mouth. How long has it been? Too fucking long. And now it’s with Tane again. Nothing could be better than this—with him.
My hands thread through his hair and my head falls back against the pillow. To begin with, his licks are tantalisingly slow, but he slowly increases the speed.
“Tane,” I whisper when I’m almost there. So close. He sucks on my clit and I explode, calling out his name as waves of pleasure take over me.
As I come back to myself, Tane leans over me once more, wiping his hand over his mouth and staring down at me.
I smile up at him, feeling relaxed and content.
“My turn,” I suddenly say, rolling over him and licking my lips.
He makes a deep sound in his throat as I take him into my mouth. Relaxing my throat, I slide him in and out until he gently pushes my head away.
“I need to be inside you,” he rasps, sitting up and pushing me back on the bed. “Condom?”
“I’m on the pill,” I tell him.
“I’m clean,” he says, as he slides home, making me moan. He’s big and fills me, pleasure bordering the line of pain.
“Are you okay?” he asks, restraining himself.
“Yes, please,” I beg, needing him to move inside me. He instantly complies, thrusting his hips in and out in sensual rhythm.
“You feel so good,” he grits out, bracing his arms over me.
I pull his head down and kiss him with everything I have.
We finish together, panting and entangled. He kisses my forehead sweetly and then pulls out. I smile, my eyelids heavy, and snuggle into his body.
“Now that’s how you make love.” I sigh.
His chuckle makes my smile widen.
Chapter Nineteen
Tane
I wake her up with my mouth on her, then slide into her and make love to her slowly. Last night was incredible. I lost count how many times I reached for her in the night, wanting—no, needing to be inside of her.
She wasn’t complaining.
“Morning,” she mumbles sweetly after we both orgasm, a satisfied smile on her face as I gently pull out of her.
“Morning beautiful,” I say as I stare down at her. Even just as she wakes, she is stunning. I don’t think I’ve ever thought that of another woman before.
“I hope you’re not that insatiable every night,” she says, lip twitching.
I kiss her. “I don’t remember you complaining.”
She wraps her arms around my neck. “That’s because I wasn’t.”
“I’ll go make breakfast,” I whisper against her swollen pink lips. “You can relax for a bit.”
“Okay,” she replies, kissing me first, then rolling over and burying her face in the pillow.
I smile as I exit the room, feeling a little … proud? No, maybe satisfied that I could please her so much. I keep that thought to myself, not wanting Giselle to think I was some kind of caveman, but the feeling was there nonetheless.
I make some coffee then jump in the shower, humming as I do so. Once I’m dressed I wake Parker up and make him breakfast. I make some eggs, bacon, and toast for Giselle and bring it to her in bed. As she eats, I get Parker washed and dressed for kindy. I love doing all these little things for him. I guess in a way I’m trying to make up for lost time, but at the same time, I just like doing them. I like seeing him every day, and I like spending time with him.
Giselle walks out of the room fully dressed as I’m about to leave to drop Parker off. She’s wearing all black, pants and a shirt, and these little boots I want to fuck her in.