Now in her late twenties she was tired of running and playing games. She was always meant to be with Tank, and that’s how it would stay. They had the rest of their lives to make up what they’d lost, to do everything they should have done while she ran.
But tonight Lila was taking the baby to the club to spend time with Dotty, so that meant Tank and Bunny had the house to themselves. The thought alone had her body heating.
She finished cleaning up, refusing to let Tank help. It wasn’t that she didn’t think he should help, but more so she liked taking care of him in this small way. She’d cooked dinner for him, and now she wanted to clean up before they really spent some time together.
Bunny refilled her juice, grabbed another beer for Tank, and made her way into the living room, but before she could even leave the kitchen Tank rounded the corner, that familiar look of desire on his face. Her entire body became warmer, her pussy instantly got wet, and she knew that what they were going to do was exactly what she needed.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Tank asked, his voice deep, scratchy, and like fingers moving over her skin. He moved them backward until she was pressed against the counter. She set the glass and bottle down, trying to breathe, and didn’t know how to respond. But he didn’t let her say anything, because in the next second he had his mouth on hers. With one long sweep he pressed his tongue along hers, as if he was trying to torment her, entice her.
“You like that?”
She nodded, not finding her voice.
He spun her around so she had her belly pressed to the counter, and she placed her hands flat on the smooth, cold surface.
“You like when I take control, don’t you?”
Again, she nodded. She looked over her shoulder and watched as he unbuckled his belt and pushed his jeans down.
“I need you,” she whispered. It had been a while since they had been intimate, not because they hadn’t gotten any privacy, or because of the situation, but because Tank had been worried about her, about her wounds. But she was healing, and she didn’t want any of that stopping her from being with the man she loved.
“How much do you need me?”
“You know how much, Tank.”
“This is going to be fast and hard, baby, and so damn dirty. You sure you’re ready?”
“Yes. God, you know I’m ready.”
He growled low and grabbed her hair in a gentle, yet promising hold. Tank pulled her head back so her neck was arched, and placed his mouth on the side of her throat, licking and sucking at the flesh.
“It feels so good,” she whispered.
“Yeah, it does.” He broke away and placed his hand on the small of her back and pulled her forward slightly. The position caused her ass to pop out and press against his erection.
“You want me to fuck you, baby?” He growled against her ear.
“Yes. You know I do,” she moaned the words out. Her body was on fire, her pussy was wet, and her clit throbbed. Her nipples felt like they were going to rip right through her shirt, and all she could think about was Tank giving it to her nice and hard just like he promised. Bunny had never really been a sexual person, not until she’d met Tank and he made her feel things that had this life filling her.
“You’re mine, Bunny.”
She nodded. “I am. Always.” He gripped the hem of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head. He didn’t remove her bra, but instead reached around, gripped the cups, and pulled them down so her breasts sprang free. “I’m going to lick your sweet, tight pussy until you come all over my face.” He moved his mouth to her ear. “You want me to do that? You want to get off all over my face, let me taste that sweet cream of yours?”
She gasped for breath, but nodded her agreement.
Tank pushed her pants down, got on his haunches, and pulled her panties aside. He delivered on his promise and shoved her pants down. And then he feasted on her like he was starved for her flesh.
The sound of his haggard breathing against her had Bunny sucking air into her lungs harder, faster.
“I’m not about to deny us any longer, baby girl.” He said the words as if he was speaking to himself.
The vibrations that left him had her gritting her teeth and curling her hands into tight fists on the smooth counter. All she could focus on was the feel of him trailing his fingers along her sides, and making her flesh tighten from the arousal. At the first touch of his tongue to the center of her body she moaned out loud. He was clearly enjoying going slow, torturing her until she was ready to beg him.
He licked her cleft, sucked on her clit, and squeezed the globes of her ass until the pain mixed with pleasure.