39. So Good
THIRTY-NINE
So Good
TARA
He stopped. She opened her eyes and tried to breathe. Even in the dark, she could make out his face. Was he waiting for her to respond? The thought that he would continue with her consent sent pulses of heat between her legs.
“It’s about time you kissed me again. I...” She licked her lips, accidentally touching his lip as she did because he was that close. She wanted to touch him. To taste him. To feel his body touching every bit of her.
She let go of the desk and pressed her shaking hands against his chest, slowly reaching them underneath his open jacket. “I want–”
His lips crashed against hers the second the words escaped her lips, stealing her breath away. His warm hand reached behind her head and fisted her hair. He took the lead, his lips making no secret of his desire. His lips awakened all her senses and let her know what he wanted, and she gladly gave it to him.
She parted her lips to deepen the kiss, tasting the beer as he caressed her mouth with his own. Whatever he drank at Jo’s was now her new favorite beer; she looped her arms around his neck. She felt the bar that pierced his tongue and thought of what else it could do to her body.
They barely paused for air as he pushed her against the desk. In one swift motion, he lifted her onto the desk and stepped in between her thighs. Never breaking the kiss, he reached under her knees to pull her legs around his waist as he pressed his body against hers.
Tara let her head fall back as he kissed her throat, catching her breath to drop her head back down to find his lips again. She locked her ankles together behind his back and pulled him closer. She wanted more. And feeling how hard he was confirmed he wanted it, too.
She ran her hands down his chest, feeling the bars of his piercings through his shirt as she pushed herself against him. He let out a low growl when she flicked one with her fingers. She breathed a laugh and dove back in, both of them starving for the other.
His hands grabbed both sides of her face as his kisses softened to something more sensual and less animalistic. He rested his forehead against hers, breathing heavily.
“Tara.”
She pressed her hands down his abs and curled her fingers just under the hem of his shirt, feeling his warm stomach move in and out with each breath.
“Yes,” she exhaled.
“I....”
He swallowed.
Whoa. Did he feel it, too?
“I don’t want to stop. I have condoms, and we could do this right here and right now, but...” he paused.
“But what?” Tara said between heavy breaths.
“I don’t want our first time to be on a desk. I want to take my time. I want to hear you cry out my name. I want to make you feel me. I want to feel you.”
Tara was already panting. She wanted him, but not as a rebound for the sake of a rebound, and that’s what this would be. Yeah, she wanted to have sex with him. She wanted to feel him inside her. Really wanted it. But, whoa. He wanted more, and he didn’t want to rush.
“If you want a one-time thing, I’ll pull out a condom and take you right here.” He paused to catch his breath. “But if you want more....”
This desk would be hot, but, she wanted another look at all his ink. She wanted to know what other piercings he had. Her breath hitched as her mind wandered to all the ways she wanted to explore his body.“I don’t want you to stop, but...”
She pressed her hands up and around his neck again and leaned in for another kiss. His arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her close as she caught her breath in the crook of his neck. He dipped his thumbs inside the waistband of her jeans and brought them around to her front.
“Then let me take care of you,” he said between kisses.
“Take care of me?”
“Yes.” He pressed one hand on her hip and gripped her tightly. “I want to make you feel good.” He flipped the button loose and paused after hinting at lowering her zipper. “So good.”
Oh.
My.
God.
Yes.
“Yes?” He pressed more kisses again to her neck.
“Oh, yes.”
With a breathy chuckle, he eased her off the desk, lowered the zipper, and pushed her jeans below her knees. He dropped to one knee to remove one of her boots and pull one side off her leg, not bothering with the second that now had her jeans gathered in a bunch just above her ankle.
He stood back up with a cocky grin as he reached his hands around and gripped her ass. As her chest rose and fell, he pressed his lips against hers. She didn’t care that he could feel her every breath. She just kept kissing him.
“Thong, huh?”
“Mmhmm.” she moaned in between kisses.
“Good.” He looped his thumb through the tiny strip of fabric and ripped it right off her.
Her eyes flew open with a gasp.
“I’ll get you another.”
He stuck her panties in his jacket pocket and dropped to his knees. He placed his hands back on her hips, eyeing her like candy. Raising her sweater up enough to drop kisses on her stomach, he snickered when his tongue met a metal bar. He pulled back just enough to see her pierced navel.
He grinned as he rubbed a hand up the inside of her thighs. “Any other piercings I should know about?”
She breathed out a suggestive laugh when he asked the same question she’d previously asked him. Then his fingers slipped between her legs, teasing her entrance.
Her head fell back. “Oh, my god.”
“I’ve wanted to taste you all night.”
She spread her legs further apart when he pressed a hand further up her thigh. He leaned forward and slowly ran his tongue from her opening to her clit, licking her like she was his favorite flavor of ice cream on a hot summer’s day. She moaned the instant his tongue piercing touched her, rubbing around and around until she could feel the heat building at her core.
He slipped one finger inside her, and her breathing quickened.
Then, a second. “I love that you’re so wet for me, Sugar.”
Unable to form words even if she wanted to, Tara let her head fall back again with a moan, quickly gripping the desk with her hands to keep her balance. Her moans grew louder the second he started sucking and curling his fingers inside her.
“Oh god.” She could feel the start of her orgasm forming at the base of her spine.
The things he could do with his fingers.
The things he could do with his tongue.
The things he could do to her.
The things...
“Steve,” she panted. “Steve. Oh, my god.”
He pressed his mouth against her hard, sucking and licking her until shock waves pulsated throughout her body. He slowed down and allowed her to ride out her orgasm with his name escaping her lips.
He pressed gentle kisses between her legs while her body shuddered, and her moans softened into whimpers. Her chin flopped down to her chest, and with blurry vision, she met his darkened gaze. She ran her tongue over her lower lip while watching him stick his two fingers in his mouth like candy. His hungry grin let her know how much he wanted her.
She moaned as Steve kept kissing her, feeling her breathing gradually slow down. Tara was still in a state of overwhelming intoxication, floating down through the fog of a dopamine-fueled high.
Closing her eyes, she let him gently ease her foot into her pant leg and pull them up to her waist. He carefully zipped and fastened her jeans and, without a word, dropped back down to put her foot back inside her boot while her thoughts dwelled on the best orgasm of her life he had just given her.
If he could do that with just his tongue and his fingers...what could he do with...
Steve stood up again and cupped her face in his hands, pressing his lips against hers. She could taste herself on his tongue, which turned her on even more. His kisses weren’t demanding and hungry now. They were soft, slow, languid.
Perfect.
Finding some strength, she wrapped her arms around his neck, blissfully losing herself in his kiss.
Finally, coming up for air, Steve pulled back and rested his forehead against Tara’s. “Hey.”
She loved the sound of his voice.
“Hey.”
He smiled. A beautiful, wide, wonderful smile. It wasn’t cocky this time. It was warmer and caring. “You okay?”
“Oh yeah. I’m...” She licked her lips. “I’m great.”
“Yes, you are.” He pulled her into his arms, and Tara nestled her head against his warm chest. Somewhere along the way, he’d shrugged out of his jacket.
She could have stayed there with her arms wrapped around him all night. The way he rested his hand on the back of her head and stroked her hair like he had no other care in the world.
“Let me walk you to your car.” His voice came out as a whisper.
“Okay.”
His mouth break out into another grin before kissing her again. “I’m going to have to do that again.”
“Yes, you are,” Tara said with a grin just as cocky as his. “I may just have to return the favor.”
With a low moan, he kissed her one more time.
She shivered as soon as he pulled from their embrace. She had felt so comfortable in his arms like being wrapped in a warm blanket. Tara took in a deep, shuddering breath and then released it slowly. She pushed away from the desk and turned to grab her purse.
She felt his hand drop from her shoulder all the way down to her hand. While he might not see it in the dark, she couldn’t resist a smile as he laced his fingers with hers to lead her out of the shop.