27. Tanner
27
TANNER
“ A shower for two,” she says, and I do the only thing I have been wanting to do since I saw her last.
I growl, kissing her. My need for her is growing, the intensity in which I desire her almost consuming me. But I go slow, teasingly so, and pull her near as my mouth takes hers completely. I feel her open for me, her lips taking mine just as needily and her body softens, leaning against mine. Her hands grab on to my shirt, pulling me closer, and I lower my hands, running them down her neck, her torso, and then cupping her ass, removing any remaining space between us.
“Tanner,” she breathes against my lips like I am her antidote to everything, and I lift her up by her thighs, her legs wrapping around my waist. Sealing her body to my own, our kiss turns more heated, and my hands slide up the bare skin of her upper thighs and straight under her Daisy Dukes.
“God, I have missed you, baby girl,” I say into her mouth as my hands caress her soft skin. It has only been a few days, but it feels like a lifetime. Her hands smooth up my neck, the tension I felt last night with the numbers and the legal contracts, the anger I felt the other day when my whiskey was ruined, now all dissipating. Her hands massage my scalp, and I moan in contentment as I pull her hips against mine so she can feel exactly what she does to me.
“We should go inside.” Her warm breath hits my lips as her body starts to grind into mine, and her hips moving a little is almost my undoing. I squeeze her ass as her breasts rub against my chest, and I fail to see how any man could deny this woman anything, so with her in my hold, I walk us toward the house. My lips still haven’t left her, as I nip and peck her jaw, her neck, her cheeks, and her hands continue to delve into my hair, massaging my scalp and nape so well that I want to fucking purr like a cat.
My strides are long and purposeful as I walk us up to the back porch, push open the back door, and march us straight past the kitchen. The lights are on, the house warm and inviting, just like the woman in my arms. I crave to trace every inch of her, and I hold her tight and race up the stairs.
“Tanner!” she squeals at the sudden movement, gripping on to me, but I would never let her fall and she knows it. I have barely slept in days. I should be exhausted, but right now, as I push us through her bathroom door, I have only one thing on my mind.
“Get your clothes off,” she says to me as she slides down my frame and throws her own t-shirt onto the floor, her boots and shorts quickly following.
I smirk at her, teasing, “Now who is bossy,” as I grab my top and pull it over my head, just as she turns on the shower and jumps in.
“Oh, this feels good,” she moans as she ducks under the spray of hot water, and I take off my jeans. I watch her closely, the way the water cascades over her curves, dripping from her breasts and over the swoop of her ass and down her thighs. She runs her hands through her hair, which is now wet and long down her back, her face fresh and flushed.
The vision of her already makes me hard.
“Coming in?” She looks at me, water dripping from her lashes and lips.
“Oh, I am coming,” I say before I walk in and join her, closing the shower door behind me. She isn’t wrong, the water feels amazing. Hot, the bathroom now steamy, I close my eyes and let the water hit my head and run down my face, then I feel her hands on me. One smoothing down my bare torso, her lips following the movement, while the other is wrapping around my shaft, giving me a few pumps, and I suck in a breath.
“What are you doing, baby girl?” I ask her, my torso muscles tight as I duck out of the water and look down.
“I just want to say thank you for coming to my rescue.” Her lips trace my lower abs, smiling, her tongue darting out and tasting my damp skin before she kneels on the shower floor.
My hips thrust out, pushing myself in her hand as she leans forward, her lips now level with my cock. “You going to say it, or are you going to show me?” I ask, pushing her a little, and she smirks.
“Tell me what you like, Tanner,” she mewls as she takes my tip in her mouth and suckles on me, my eyes just about rolling back in my head from how good it feels. Fuck, this woman is too much. What I like? Tell her what I like? That I like her. That I want her. That I want to feed her my cock, make her come while also coming to her rescue, cooking her dinner. Massaging her feet, helping her renovate, and making a home here in Whispers. With me.
“I like it all, baby,” I growl as she continues to tease me with her mouth. She looks fucking amazing on her knees before me. The water is hitting my back, but beads of water still run down her body, dripping from her breasts. My mouth waters, wanting to suck them.
“So greedy,” she murmurs, and I like this side of her. This naughty, sexy side that is starting to come out. Her confidence with me is building.
“Only with you. Fuck, Victoria,” I groan as she sucks me hard, still just my tip, and I am on the edge for her to take all of me.
“You have a beautiful cock, Tanner,” she says, her hand pumping me slow. I feel myself thicken even more in her touch.
“You have a beautiful mouth. Now, how about you stop teasing me and open wide and let me in.” As the words leave my mouth, she slides her lips down farther, her tongue lashing out and swirling around my tip, and she moans around me .
“Fuck… baby…” I cough, as my hand slaps on the tiles in front of me.
“Mmmmmmm,” is all she says as she takes me deeper, so slowly, it is making me tremble, her hum vibrating through to my balls.
“Jesus, Victoria,” I say, gobsmacked at the way she shows her appreciation.
Her other hand runs up my legs and rests on my ass, pulling me toward her, and I touch the back of her throat before she pulls back and then does it again, her movements now rhythmic, taking me deep each and every time.
“Look at your pretty mouth taking me. Goddamn perfection.” I look down at where we are joined, her mouth wide, my cock filling her. Resting my hand in her hair, I gather it up in my fist, ensuring the hair is out of her face as my hips begin to thrust in time with her rhythm.
“Is your pussy throbbing, baby girl?” I ask, and she moans in response as I see her squirm on her knees.
“I can’t wait to get my mouth on you and return this favor,” I warn her as my movements increase in speed. Her hand leaves my cock, dropping down her body, her fingers now playing with her clit.
“That’s it, baby girl. Play with yourself. Are you going to come while I fuck your face? Is that what you want?” I grit out, and she nods as her nails dig into my ass cheek, pulling me forward some more.
With one hand, I lean against the shower wall, and with the other, I hold her head and thrust into her mouth over and over, all the while looking at where her fingers play, her movements frantic. I will never forget this visual.
“I’m going to come… I am going to come down your pretty little throat… Are you gonna scream around my cock, baby?” I growl, and she closes her eyes and takes me even deeper, moaning around my length as her eyes meet mine.
“Good girl, good fucking girl.”
My talking must do the trick because her muffled moan becomes harsher, sounding like a scream. Her eyes never leave mine as her body trembles, which tips me over the edge, my thrusts shortening before I come hard down her throat with a groan.
The water continues to cascade over us, and she pulls off me slowly before sagging against the floor of the shower, taking deep breaths with a wicked smile on her face. Leaning both hands on the wall, I look down at her, breathing out a laugh at how incredible that was.
“Now it’s my turn.” I help her stand, her eyes alight.
I run a hand up her body, loving touching her, exploring her, until I reach her chest, and I cup each breast, feeling them warm and heavy in my hand.
“I love you in lace, but these are exquisite,” I murmur to her as I mold them in my hands, bending to take a nipple in my mouth.
“Hmm, you have such a way with words…” She moans as I suck on her nipple, her back immediately arching, and I trace the curve of her with my hands.
“Spread those legs for me, baby.” I lower myself to my knees in front of her. The water still streaming, I kiss down her front, taking my time to pepper kisses to her skin, wanting to mark every inch with my lips.
It has been a while since I knelt in front of a woman like this. And right now, all I can think about is having her come on my face, and I am not waiting any longer to taste her.
“Can you give as good as you get?” she asks coyly, and I smirk against her skin, reaching her pubic bone and moving my hands to her upper thighs.
“You tell me.” My mouth hits her center, and she gasps, jolting against me.
“Tanner…”
I don’t hesitate. I have been dreaming of her for days, of kissing her, of tasting her, and now I have my chance. Looking up briefly, I see her head pushed back against the tiles and her eyes closed, her mouth agape. When I lick her clit, she releases a little moan that is barely audible but sexy as hell.
With a moan of my own, I close my eyes and refocus, tasting her, sucking on her clit, and my hands run up and down her bare thighs before I grab her knee and throw it over my shoulder, opening her wider for me.
“Oh my God,” she whimpers, her hand coming to my head, fingers digging into my scalp. My hands smooth up the backs of her thighs to her ass, and I push her into my face even more.
“Yes, like that. Oh shit, just like that.” She is gasping already, grinding for more, and I can’t get enough. There is seriously nowhere in the world I would rather be than buried right here in her pussy, taking her to orgasm.
“Tanner, please. Yessss. ”
I look up at her, seeing her biting her bottom lip. Growling, I devour her wholly, and her hips move faster against me.
“Oh God, oh God…” she pants. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she chants over and over, and there is no way in hell I am stopping. I suck on her clit harder, flicking my tongue around and around, and then she screams, panting my name like a prayer and she comes. Her body shudders, her hips stopping their movements, so I kiss her softly before I remove her leg from my shoulder and kiss up her thighs.
“I feel lightheaded,” she murmurs, and I huff a laugh as I stand, my body also feeling like Jell-O.
“Let’s get out and dry off. I want you in bed with me,” I tell her, and she opens her eyes and gives me a small smile.
“That sounds like a great idea,” she says as I turn off the taps and grab the towels. The goats will be fine until morning, which gives me a good few hours with her until then.