Chapter 17
Tanner
Four years ago
Our kisses are firm and frantic, the sound of Aisling giggling every time I squeeze her ass enough to have me smirking down at her, my fingers fumbling as I try to tear open one of the condoms.
I rip open the foil and toss the strip to the side, rolling the rubber down my shaft as Aisling giggles underneath me.
Once I’ve got the condom in place I drop my eyes back to hers, my dimples pulling taut as I look down at her happy face.
“You’re perfect, you know that?” I murmur, grinning as she rolls her eyes and gives me a playful shove – just rough enough to make me want to haul her closer, which is exactly what I do.
Then I use two digits to tuck her panties to the side.
My chest swells on a harsh inhale as my knuckles accidentally brush her little heat, but I keep my eyes locked on hers, not allowing myself to glance down and take in the sight of her.
Reading my mind, she bites her teeth into her bottom lip and says, “You can look at me down there you know, if you wanna.”
“Ash,” I rumble, “trust me, I wanna. But I don’t get to do that tonight.” I roll my shoulders, trying to calm my heavy breathing. “Haven’t earned it yet.”
Slowly, I guide the head of my cock between her thighs, nudging at her gently. I keep my eyes on hers to gauge her reaction, before I start to carefully push, my whole body starting to swell and tense.
“Tanner,” she whispers, her breathing heavy as she blinks up at me. She peeks down between us and gasps, her arms tightening around my shoulders.
“I’ll go slow,” I rumble, as the head of my cock finally breaches her entrance. I grunt and push harder, my biceps rippling with restraint.
She whimpers loudly and I drop my face into the warm curve of her neck.
“Th-that’s just the tip?” she whispers, squeezing my shoulders as I keep on pushing.
“Yeah,” I grunt, my hands shaking as I hold her thighs, keeping them as wide as possible, knowing that otherwise she won’t be able to take me. I withdraw gently and then roll back inside, hoping that building a rhythm will help her take it deeper every time.
“Tanner, you’re so big,” she whispers, moaning as she claws her nails into my back.
“Want me to stop?”
She whimpers quietly and holds me tighter. “Don’t you freaking dare.”
I huff out a laugh and push slowly until my hips slap between her thighs. The second that we’re hit with the smack of skin on skin I roam my palms up to her hips, squeezing roughly.
“Ash,” I rumble, my chest pressing heavily on top of hers. “It’s in, baby. You tell me when I can move, okay?”
“Now,” she whispers immediately, and I brace a palm beside her head, towering over her. “You can… start now. Or whenever you want. Please.”
I let my eyes drop down to her bra and then further down to her panties, the black lace already a mess from where it’s bunched to the side, making room for me.
I grunt and grip the frilly string at the side, tightening it around my digits.
“You’re perfect,” I rumble, pressing my forehead down to hers. This time I withdraw the whole thing slowly, loving the way that she keeps those beautiful eyes on mine.
Then I push back inside, right to the hilt, my grip tightening on her panties as she holds my chest down on top of her.
“I’m too heavy for you,” I rasp, trying to take some of my own weight, but she shakes her head frantically, eyes wide as she claws me harder.
I grit my teeth through the bite of her nails, loving the deep sting as she scores them down my back.
“No, no, I love it,” she whispers, moving one hand down to massage my heavy balls.
“Ash,” I grunt, pumping faster, thrusting rougher.
I tangle one hand up in her hair and keep the other wrapped around her hip, kissing at her cheruby cheeks as she holds me tighter.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmur, moving my hand to her waist, eyes on her breasts as I thrust faster.
She throws her head back on a moan, giggling as I suck at her neck.
I gently lick and bite her as I thrust deeper and deeper inside, the dark quilt plumping up around her as I work my length between her thighs.
She tugs roughly at my hair, regaining my full attention on her face, and I watch her with burning eyes as she whimpers, “Tanner, I’m gonna–”
I shove my cock deeper inside, growling roughly as she screams my name.
I cradle her head against my throat, pumping her hard over the finish line.
“That’s it,” I pant, massaging her breasts as she falls limp against the sheets. “That’s it, I’ve got you.”
“Tanner,” she gasps, eyes glassy with disbelief. If anything she looks kind of shy.
“Yeah, baby?” I rumble, still slow-thrusting her against the sheets.
“I didn’t mean to, you know… finish so fast,” she whispers, her cheeks blushing darker and darker by the second. “I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry–”
I shut her up with a kiss, groaning as she strokes her hands down my chest.
“Come as fast as you need to,” I tell her, grunting as I pull it out. It’s heavy as fuck and ready to blow.
Then I roll her onto her belly and kiss her cheek, positioning myself behind her.
“Think you can come again?” I ask her, using one forearm to lift her hips, keeping her upper body pinned down with my chest.
She moans as I nudge my cock between her thighs, seeking out her perfect little heat.
“Like this?” she whispers, looking up at me from over her shoulder.
I dip down to kiss her mouth, widening the stance of my quads as I gently lick her tongue with mine.
“If you’ll let me,” I murmur, already using my thumb to hook her thong out of the way.
I suck gently at her throat before moving my mouth up to her ear, my palm caressing her breasts as I scrape my stubble against her cheek.
“This okay?” I ask her quietly, in between the firm kisses I press to her cheek. “You okay with it like this?”
“Um,” she whispers, her voice light and sugary sweet. She watches me over her shoulder, her beautiful eyes searching mine. I press our foreheads together, my free hand roaming up to the warm curve of her waist.
“You look kinda nervous,” I murmur. “If you don’t like it this way, we don’t have to–”
“I want to,” she whispers quickly, “w-with you. We can… try it. Because you want to.”
I give her waist a gentle squeeze while slowly rubbing my length over her pussy.
“It’s, uh” – I clear my throat – “it’s my favourite position,” I rasp, my cheeks warming at the confession.
She sinks her teeth into her lower lip, her eyes still locked in with mine. After a moment she gives me a nod, while one arm reaches behind my neck, pulling me closer.
“Yeah?” I ask her, wanting her verbal confirmation.
“Yeah,” she whispers, sucking in a quick breath when she feels the first few inches going in.
“I’ll go gently,” I pant, my hand tightening around her waist.
My lap smacks loudly against her ass and I push down on her harder, compressing my chest against her back.
“ Tanner ,” she whimpers.
I thrust again, grunting hard.
I keep one hand on her waist and sink the other into her hair, tugging it back so that her head is resting against the large curve of my shoulder. Exposing her neck to me while I thrust it in and out.
“You like that?” I ask, my voice breathless, rough.
“Yeah,” she whispers back to me, her thighs slipping wider on the dark sheets.
I drop my head against her shoulder, groaning loudly as I start to pound her, my fist tightening in her hair as my other hand roams up to massage her breasts.
She moans against the pillow, and I work her harder and faster, until I’m grunting roughly against her neck.
“I’m there,” I rumble, my hand sliding up around her throat.
She moans at the sensation and I squeeze her tighter, my cock ready to unload.
“Can I come?” I rasp, my quads tightening at the impending release.
“Yes,” she whimpers, and then she’s squealing as I grip her ass, my chest laying heavily on her back as both of my palms squeeze her behind.
I grunt loudly, hips smacking fast, and then I’m dropping on top of her, letting out a ragged curse as I release my spill.
“Tanner,” she whimpers, and I grip her tighter.
“Almost done,” I murmur, groaning when she looks up at me over her shoulder.
I dip my mouth down to hers, brow creased in pain as I kiss her, keeping it gentle and chaste while I finish pumping my length inside of her.
When I pull back, I drop my forehead to hers, the room quiet except for our shaky breathing and the gentle downpour of the Carter Ridge rain.
I slip out of her, long and slow, my palms stroking her back as I settle down on top of her.
“That was perfect,” I murmur, kissing her cheek when she starts to blush. My thumbs rub firmly into her lower back as I ask, “Was that okay for you?”
The apples of her cheeks plump up all cute and rosy, and then she’s giggling as she meets my eyes, making my heart thump wildly.
“It was perfect for me too,” she whispers, laughing when I dip down to kiss her.
“Dream girl,” I murmur.
I really fucking mean it.