Chapter 49
PACE – EARLY DECEMBER
I’ve Got Her
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
This is it. My girl. I’ve got her.
Now I have to show her what we’ve been missing out on all these months.
My entire body ignites, tightening under the flames, desperate to be put out by Annie.
But my heart is leaping, my pulse racing and my torso feeling like a kaleidoscope as I devour her mouth.
I’m like a boy gearing up for his first time, which is not what I want tonight.
I want this to be the start of every great time with Annie.
“Tanner Pace, are you nervous?” she asks, placing a hand over my chest where she must be able to feel every organ in my torso thrumming.
“Nervous as hell. You?”
She licks her outstanding lips – a move that tightens my jeans. “No. Not nervous. Ready.”
I nod. “I want every time to be perfect for you, Annie. I want you to know how incredible you are, to make you feel it. You deserve that.”
She steps into me, thigh between my legs, and unbuckles my belt, more in control than I could hope of feeling right now. I moan as soon as her thigh connects with my hard dick and dig my fingers into her fine ass, pulling her against me.
“Tanner, I’ve seen what you can do with a feather, so I’m pretty sure you’re going to drive me wild with your cock.”
My eyes widen at her words and I show her how her dirty mouth makes me feel when I grind my crotch against hers. “If you keep speaking to me like that this won’t last long.”
She drags my lip through her teeth. “Then the second time will be slower.”
That’s right. I get to do this over and over with the woman I love.
I take her mouth roughly and she groans, wrapping her tongue around mine, and with it taking away my nerves.
“Shirt off, Annie Quinn, right the fuck now.”
“Are you flirting with me, Tanner Pace?”
“You bet your fine ass I am.”
She takes off her shirt, unsnapping those pearls at the speed of lightening, showing me those fine tits pushed up in her bra.
I can’t resist pulling down the cup and sucking one of those sweet nipples until she’s writhing against me.
“Every part of you tastes so fucking sweet, Annie.”
I hoist her thighs so she wraps her legs around my waist as we kiss each other in a way that’s definitely more foreplay than tenderness.
It’s fast and furious, biting, nipping, hair pulling, groaning, as if months of pent-up sexual frustration are finally being unleashed. They are.
“Sofa,” Annie says between bites of my neck, and even the way she’s taking control is driving me wild.
I carry her to the sofa, where weeks ago I watched her unravel, wishing I could have her then the way I intend to now.
I take a pause to appreciate the woman straddling me, baring herself to me the way I feel naked fully clothed around her.
“You’re all woman, Annie, and you’re all mine. For keeps.”
One side of her swollen red lips curves up – the animal inside me loves that I made that happen. “I just want to say, it’s been a while for me and I know you’re experienced. I don’t want to let you down, so—”
“Annie, you’d better be fucking kidding me. I’ve never ever wanted anyone the way I want you. You made me come in my pants for Christ’s sake.”
Her smile broadens and she nods as I push my fingers into her hair.
“We’ll take it slow, okay? If you’re uncomfortable or you want to stop, or wait, you tell me.
I’ve been sitting on wood for months since you’ve lived here, a few more won’t make a difference.
” She throws her head back as she bellows out a laugh.
Neck taut, breasts pert, stunning. I rake a hand down her chest and gently squeeze her over her bra. “You’re calling the shots, okay?”
“Okay.” She folds forward over me, her lips grazing mine so I can feel her breathlessness on me. “But, Tanner, don’t stop. Please.”
I flip her onto her back and take her out of her jeans, boots and underwear, getting harder with every inch of her body I uncover.
Then I slide over her, kissing her torso in a long line south until I take hold of her hips and bury my face where I’ve thought about tasting her again too many times to count since that night in Dallas.
“Tanner,” she says with a gasp that spurs me on.
She’s already wet enough to make this comfortable but giving her head is for me, too. “No one ever did this before you,” she whispers.
“Baby, you’ll have to get used to it because eating you out is going to be a favorite pastime of mine.”
Tasting the heady mix of sweetness and salt that’s uniquely hers, I’m going to last thirty seconds when I finally get inside her.
She writhes and murmurs as I end up digging my crotch into the sofa and my fingers deep inside her. If watching her unravel under a feather was enough to make me climax, watching her orgasm under my touch is explosive.
“Let me return the favor,” she says, coming up to sit and looking like a woman who was just fucked – perfect.
“Annie, as much as I want your mouth around my cock, if you touch me, I’m going to detonate and I really want to be inside you first.”
I stand, taking her hand and leading her to our bedroom, where she relieves me of the pain of my clothes and sees exactly how much I want her. She licks her lips as she takes me in, then pushes me down to sit on the bed.
“Take your time,” I tell her, both because I want to be sure she doesn’t get hurt and because I want to be tortured by her touch, the feel of her sinking down onto me. Slow, warm, wet.
“Do you want to put on a condom?” she asks.
No. Fuck no. But it’s her call.
“Do you want me to?”
She swallows. “No. I want to feel you. But I’m on birth control. I don’t want you to think I’m trying to—”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” I grip her ass and encourage her over me. “I want to go bare with you. I haven’t been with anyone for months. And if anyone needs holding back here, it’s me. I’d make a thousand babies with you whenever you want.”
She climbs onto the bed, knees either side of my hips, and stares into my eyes as she lowers herself down onto me. “I want you all to myself for a while first.”
I barely register her words because I am completely fucking lost to her as she sinks down, taking all of me, then rolls her hips against me, making me see bright lights. It expends all my will to wait for her, to stay still and let her lead us the way she wants.
But hell, once I know she’s into it, I take us back up the bed and watch her ride me the way only a cowgirl could ride a man. Watching her head fall back, her hand between her legs, my hands on her breasts as she melts around me and calls out my name in that way she does drives me to the edge.
I roll us until she’s lying beneath me, squirming and drunk on us, then I grind myself into her, like I can’t get deep enough, as if I’ll never be able to get enough of her.
I lose my rhythm and all control as my body bucks and rides and I come inside her.
When I open my eyes to her satisfied grin, I tell her, “I love you, Annie.”
“I love you, too, Tanner.”