15. Tucker
TUCKER
I couldn’t ask for a better night.
Dolly agreed to give us a chance. She told me she loved me, and now I’m lying in my bed with her in my arms.
I promised her there would not be any pressure, and I meant it. Even though I want more, I’m willing to be patient for it.
Dolly snuggles against me, and her hand goes to my waist. I try to calm my reaction to her touch, but it’s easier said than done.
When she slides her hand under my shirt and strokes my bare skin, I tense, and there is strain in my voice. “What are you doing?”
She leans her head up. “I want my turn.”
“Your turn?” I ask, confused.
She nods. “Yeah, I want my turn to please you.”
I cover her hand with my own. “You don’t think tasting you pleased me? It did.”
She playfully smacks my chest. “You know what I mean. I want to be together.”
“How?” I ask her. I don’t know what it is, but I want to hear her say the words.
She sits up and turns to straddle me. When she’s sitting astride me, she leans forward. “I want you inside me.”
My hips jerk instantly. “Fuck, when you talk like that, it makes me lose all control.”
She presses her hips down, and my bulge hits her heated core. “That’s good. I want you to lose control.”
I flip us over so she’s on her back, and it happens so quickly, she doesn’t know what to make of it. She’s staring up at me wide-eyed. Her hands loop around my neck. “Are you going to make me beg for it, Tucker?”
I lean down and run my nose along her neck, kissing her skin and then whispering in her ear, “No, baby, because I want to be inside you just as bad.”
I help her remove her clothes, and only then do I pull my shirt off and then my pants. I leave my underwear on because I don’t trust myself to be skin to skin with her. But she’s not having it. She puts her hand down the front of my shorts and wraps it around my girth.
My hips pump into her hand. “Oh God,” I moan.
She pushes me back on the bed, gripping me tighter, and when she lowers down the bed and takes me in her mouth, I throw my head back and concentrate on not coming right here and now.
She bobs up and down on me, and it feels so good I might just explode.
My whole body is tense as I try to hold back.
She releases me just to take my underwear the rest of the way off, and then she’s planting herself between my legs and taking me into her mouth again.
With each stroke, she takes me deeper until I’m hitting the back of her throat.
When she hums around me, it’s too much, and I lift her by the arms up my body.
She settles on me, her legs astride my hips. I reach between us. “Are you wet, Dolly?”
I slide my finger through her folds, tweaking her clit, and she jerks. Her cheeks are flaming red. “I’m always like this when I’m with you.”
I lean up, holding her against me. I search her face. “If I’d known that, I wouldn’t have been able to keep my hands off you this long.”
She loops her arms around my neck. “You can make it up to me now.”
I commit this moment to memory: her breasts pressed against my chest, her pussy, soaking wet, leaking on my lap, the smell of her, the taste of her, it’s all consuming me. I kiss her lips. “I need to be inside you.”
She nods. “I’m on the pill, so I won’t get pregnant.”
I growl at the possession that rages inside me. The thought of filling her with my seed and putting a baby—our baby—inside her makes me crazy. I want that, but we have time.
I lift her up to line up my shaft, and she’s gripping my shoulders tightly. “Go slow,” she pleads.
I nod. “I won’t hurt you.”
She gives me a look, and I try to reassure her. “If I do, I promise I’ll make it up to you, and you won’t even remember the pain.”
She looks at me doubtfully, but I lean in and kiss her. Instantly, passion takes over, and her stiff body starts to relax until she’s gyrating her hips, seeking the friction she needs.
She lowers herself on me, gripping me like a vise.
The need to pull her the rest of the way is overwhelming, but I’m patient.
I reach between us and circle her clit with my thumb over and over until she’s working her body, taking me deeper and deeper.
When her orgasm hits and she shatters around me, I plunge into her honeyed depths.
It only takes three strokes and I’m shooting my release deep inside her.
We’re both breathless, but I need to see her eyes and know she’s okay.
I lean back, cupping her head in my hands. I push the hair off her face, and she’s smiling ear to ear. “Wow.”
I chuckle, and she winces because I’m still inside her.
“You okay?” I ask her.
She nods. “I’m more than okay. I’m perfect.”
I nod. “You are that, for sure. Look at me, honey.”
She opens her eyes, and I see the happiness shining back at me. “I love you,” I tell her.
She grins. “I know you do. I love you too, Tuck.”
I pull her into my arms, and we sit here, holding each other.
I think we’d both be happy to stay right where we’re at, but I’m sure she’s going to be hurting.
Slowly, I lift her up and roll her onto her back on the bed. I nuzzle against her, knowing I should get up but content to lie here just like this.
I hold her tighter but don’t move. “We should get up.”
She groans. “I don’t wanna.”
I chuckle, tracing my hand up and down her back. “I know, but we can get cleaned up, get a snack, and come right back here.”
She lifts her head. “And do that again?”
I laugh out loud. “Yeah. If you’re not hurting, we can definitely do that again.”
I nudge her hip with my cock, which is already hardening again. Her eyes get big, and she starts pushing away from me. “Oh my God, your concussion. You should be resting, and here I am taking advantage of you.”
I grab her arms and tug her on top of me. “I’m fine. Quit worrying. I promise, I’m okay.”
Her hands go to my ribs. “And your ribs. Oh my God…”
I sit up and hold her before she has a meltdown. “I’m fine, I promise. But I have to admit, it’s nice that you worry about me.”
She looks me straight in the eye. “I love you, Tuck.”
I kiss her. “I love you too.”