“Yes, dammit, I want you,” she says forcefully and yanks my shirt open, ripping the buttons, before tearing it off me. That’s all the answer I need.
I plunge my tongue into her mouth and run my hands along the side of her body until I reach her hemline once again. Only this time, even her dad holding a shotgun to my head couldn’t keep my hands from going exactly where they want to go. I trail my fingers up the outside of her thighs until they land on the thin strip of material below her hips. I pull her panties down to her knees in one smooth motion and feel Taryn gasp in my mouth. I then run both hands along her inner thighs, gently pushing them apart as I go along. When I reach the bottom of her dress, I pull it up and over her head, reluctantly breaking our kiss. While her arms are still up in the air, I take hold of her wrists and maneuver her hands so that they’re resting on the top of her head. I lean back and soak in what I see, and damn if it’s not a sight I’ll never forget.
I reach out and circle both of my thumbs on her already-hardened nipples, which are pressed against her see-through lacy bra. I reach behind her and unclasp it, freeing breasts that are too beautiful to even be partially hidden. Tossing it on the ground, I palm one of her full breasts while devouring the nipple on her other one. I gently bite the tip and then quickly follow it up with a lick. I’m about to head south when Taryn moans, and this time there’s no doubt she’s frustrated. “Patience, darlin’,” I say, unable to hide the smirk on my face. Not that she can see it.
I look up and see that her head is still tilted back and now her hands are grabbing at the back of her head, as if trying to hold on to something for dear life. If it wasn’t for what’s waiting below, I would lick my way back up that neck and my hands would be joining hers in a heartbeat. I quickly bite her other nipple, eliciting a soft cry, and then lick it before trailing my tongue down her toned stomach. She lets out a guttural sound and I kneel down, grabbing her perfect ass as I go. Fuck fingering her, why touch when I can taste how much she wants me? With her legs spread open wide and still restrained by her thankfully accommodating panties, I swipe my tongue between her folds. Yeah, there’s no question she wants me.
“Damn, Peaches,” I murmur and then dive back in, lapping her up like a cat getting its first taste of milk. Holy shit, I’m in heaven. I feel her hands grab onto the back of my head and I’m fucking floored when she actually pulls me closer into her. I happily oblige by dipping my tongue into her drenched heat, using my tongue to do what my fingers didn’t have the chance to do—not yet anyway.
I feel her muscles stiffen and she tries to push me away, but it only makes me lick harder and faster, gripping her ass tighter. “Trace, please….” she begs and I flick my tongue over her clit, triggering what is no doubt an epic orgasm. The way her nails are biting into me and the release I feel flowing across my tongue are a pretty damn good indication of that, and the moans now freely spilling from her mouth no longer sound frustrated.
And while I’m loving every second of hearing and feeling her pleasure, my dick is currently experiencing the opposite of pleasure. I know I need to get myself under control before I end up taking her against this wall—a girl like Taryn deserves better than that. As her body begins to gradually collapse, I swiftly drag her panties down to the ground, rise to my feet, and still holding her from behind, I lift her so that she has no choice but to wrap her long legs around my waist. “Bed,” I say, my voice sounding as rough and scratchy as sandpaper.
She leans her head close and licks along the curve of my ear, murmuring, “Upstairs and to the left.” I don’t need to be told twice. I take off toward the stairs with Taryn wrapped around me and make it to the first landing before I’m stopped in my tracks by the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life. A big-ass mirror hangs on the wall and I can’t help but admire the way her porcelain-colored arms look draped across my dark skin and creamy legs are wrapped around my black pants—it’s like a fucking work of art. A not-so-painful bite on my neck and a very painful throbbing in my pants shakes me from my reverent examination and I swiftly dart up the remaining stairs and hightail it into her bedroom.
I don’t bother taking in my surroundings but head straight for her king-sized bed. After she slides her legs back to the floor, I gently release her ass, running my hands up her back. While continuing to lick and suck on my neck, she reaches down and begins to fumble with the buttons on my pants. I guide her hands downward so she can feel how ready I am for her, and she lets out an appreciative moan as I help her by unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. When I let loose my rock-hard dick, she gently touches it with both hands and it takes everything in me to not push her back on the bed and plunge into her, protection be damned.
Since I have a feeling that move wouldn’t be welcome, I reach into my back pocket and pull out my wallet. “Do you always wear a condom?” she asks unexpectedly, her voice low.
“Always,” I answer without hesitation as I open my wallet and grab one out. I feel her nod her head and kiss my neck again, and before I can even get the package open, she shifts closer and gently slides my cock through her still very-wet folds. Oh. Shit.
“Uh…I need…give me a sec…I’ve got…” I stutter as she grabs me firmly at the base before teasing me again, dragging the tip through her damp heat and then circling it around. “Fuuuuuuuuuck—“ I moan.
There’s something about the trust she’s giving me, taking me at my word and without hesitation, that is turning me on like nothing else ever has—and I mean ever. That and the feel of her softness against my super-sensitive cock and I’m about a second away from pushing into baby-making territory. Before that can happen, I take hold of her hands, and pressing against her with my body, I lay her beautifully naked body back on the bed, straddling her on my knees. I tear open the wrapper and roll on the condom at a world record-setting pace.
I lower myself on top of her and whisper into her ear, “So you wanna tease me, huh?” Taryn shakes her head slightly and pushes herself up higher on the bed. I crawl up her body, letting my fingers finally touch that sweet pussy. The whimper that she makes halts my plans for further exploration. Later—definitely later.
I want to leisurely explore every inch of what I see and hope to hell I get the opportunity to, but right now I want to stroke her from the inside out. I grab my cock and mimic the same movements she made, only this time it’s her crying out, albeit unintelligibly. “What’s that?” I ask, pressing my face into her neck and trying like hell not to pump into her. “Arrrgh…” she cries, as I drag the tip slowly toward her trigger. “Fuck me!” she screams and without pausing another millisecond, I thrust into the tightest fucking pussy I’ve ever been in.
“Holy fucking shit, Taryn,” I groan, sending up a quick prayer that I make it more than a minute. Not that I deserve for anyone to listen to me, especially when I say shit like that, but I hope they do anyway.
Grabbing her behind the knees and pushing her legs back until they hit the bed, I pump in and out fast and with force. Thankfully, this ain’t my first rodeo so I keep going until I feel her legs start to shake and her pussy clenches around my cock. Not ten seconds later, she calls out my name, screaming and bucking up against me, and I feel the release that I desperately fucking need. I continue to thrust before reluctantly freeing her legs and then wrapping my arms around her lifeless form. I collapse on the bed, pulling her body next to mine, and we hold each other tightly, both trying to gain control over our rapid breathing. After I’ve reasonably recovered, I kiss her bare shoulder and tangle my hands through her incredible hair.
“That was….” she trails off, still breathing irregularly.
“Unbelievable?” I suggest, staring into her mesmerizing eyes. “Mind-blowing? Amazing?”
“’Staggering’ is the word I had in mind,” she says with a smirk.
“Staggering, huh? Not sure I’ve heard that one before,” I joke.
Shit. Her face instantly falls and I wish I could take it back. She starts to roll away, but I grasp her arm and pull her back into me.
“I’m sorry, Peaches. That was a stupid thing to say,” I admit.
“Yeah, it was,” she replies, “but it’s the truth, right?”
Instead of answering, which I know would be the really stupid thing to do in this situation, I lean toward her and plant a kiss on her lips. Before I can take it further, she pulls back slightly and asks, “Well?”
I sigh, saying, “Yeah, darlin’, it’s the truth. But it’s also the truth that I’ve never felt like I do right now.”
“And how’s that?” she asks quietly.
“Well, for one,” I say and then take a second to think before I say something I might regret. “I typically just fuck and go; I never even stop to talk afterward.”
“I guess I should feel privileged,” she says sarcastically.
Oops, wrong answer—but I won’t apologize for it since it’s the truth. I reach forward and softly bite her bottom lip before continuing, “Look, I don’t usually give a shit if whoever I’m with is pissed off or not. In fact, if they are, even better. Gets them away from me faster and with less hassle.”