17. Taylor #2
His heated gaze coasts over every inch of me. “Goddamn, girl. Do you know how fucking sexy you are?”
"Your turn." I lift my chin to his clothed body.
“You’re right.” He stands, and I watch as he shrugs out of the cut, treating it with care and laying it on the dresser top. Then he yanks the shirt over his head, and there's that glorious body.
He kicks his boots off, then his hands reach for his belt, and I forget how to breathe watching him undo it as he stares at me like he wants to devour me.
I lie here naked, and his gaze rakes over me, his eyes flaring with desire. The air is thick with it.
His jeans drop to the floor, and then his boxer briefs follow, and he's standing there in all his glory, his erection hard. I expect him to rush, but he surprises me by going slow. The predatory gleam in his eyes has my chest rising and falling as he prowls closer and lowers his body onto mine.
He captures my ear, his voice rough. "l want to fuck you, but I'm still gonna eat that pussy before I do. You good with that?"
"God, yes." I run my palms up his back and rake my fingers through his hair.
He drags his heated lips down my throat, sucking and biting, and I whimper with need, knowing his final destination.
"Don't stop. Please."
His mouth moves to my breasts. His hot palm strokes my belly, and I drag in a stuttered breath. Those long fingers again slide between my legs.
My fingertips skate over his muscular arms, my gaze taking in all that incredible ink on his biceps. And God, the heat radiates from his skin.
He captures my eyes, letting me touch him. As my palms stroke up over his shoulders to cup his neck, he groans and pulls my bare stomach against his abs, and the heat of his body nearly scorches me.
I sigh into his kiss as his mouth descends again.
"You're mine tonight," he rumbles. "To do with as I please."
“Yes, take me,” I beg.
His fingers thread through the hair at my nape, gripping me firmly as he kisses me wildly. I love the way he takes control; I want to give it over to him completely.
Desire licks through my body, and I shiver.
His lips move across my cheek to my ear, and he rasps in a heated voice.
“I love that sweet pussy of yours.” His fist in the hair at the back of my head tightens, and I whimper as a zing of pleasure shoots through me. I gasp when two long fingers slide between my slick folds.
A deep growl rumbles from his chest.
"You're dripping for me."
"Yes," I whisper, lifting my hips into his touch.
He trails his mouth down my body, shifting his big frame until he's on his knees at the foot of the bed. His gaze lock on my pussy.
"My pretty girl is so slick for me." He groans and dips his head, inhaling my scent, and another jolt shoots through my body straight to my clit.
I moan and writhe, waiting, wanting the first stroke of his tongue.
He keeps me waiting, drawing the moment out until I'm strung so taut with desire I beg.
"Please, baby."
"Whatever my pretty girl wants." His palms spread my thighs, then those big hands cup my ass and pull me toward his mouth.
The first long lap of his tongue pulls a gasp from my throat. I clutch at his shoulders, wanting more. His hands on my ass are controlling, possessive, holding me how he wants me, and I love every second of it.
"You smell so fucking good." He dips his head for more, giving me another long, slow lap. "I've missed you so badly, Tay." He spreads me further until I can accommodate his broad shoulders, then he settles in, his tongue toying with my clit, teasing, playing.
I dig my nails into his skin. “Oh, God.”
His dark, hooded eyes lift from my pussy to my face, and he slips two fingers deep inside me, searching and finding that spot that has me bucking as he watches my reaction. He adds his thumb to the mix, rotating over my clit in tight circles that drive me wild.
I jerk, lifting my hips and rubbing harder against him, wanting more. My breasts bounce with the reaction of my body.
“Oh God,” I stutter as wave after wave of desire swamp over me.
"You like this, baby girl? You like my fingers inside you?"
"Yes, God, yes."
He teases my clit again and again, and I shiver in pleasure.
Then his mouth replaces his thumb, and I thrash wildly, lifting my hips off the bed to follow his mouth, needing more.
"Christ, baby, you taste so fucking sweet," he grunts, licking and giving me what I need. "I love the taste of you on my tongue."
His eyes focus on my face, and he continues to torment me with his mouth, and those two fingers inside me curl and press and stroke, and I'm so close to the edge.
Climbing higher and higher. I buck again and again until I'm practically fucking his face, rubbing myself against him eagerly, desperately, frantically.
"Nothing in this world will ever taste this sweet." His eyes latch onto my breasts, bouncing wildly. "That's it, baby. Let me see those pretty tits shake."
"Oh God," I hiss, my body reacting to his words, and I feel another gush of release coat his hand.
"Do you want more, Tay?" His hand picks up speed, and he adds another finger, driving in and out until I'm begging.
"Please, please. Fuck me."
“Not until you come all over my hand first.”
The way he shortens my already short name makes me smile.
He groans at my pleading. "My dick is as hard as a rock for you, baby."
“l want it. Please.”
"Oh God."
"You close, Tay?"
"Yes, so close, honey," I gasp.
He tickles my clit with his tongue, then pinches one nipple. I throw my head back, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip, and moan as I detonate, lights exploding behind my eyes. The sparkles falling to earth.
I melt into the bed, and a rush of release gushes from me.
His mouth lowers, and I feel him lick up every drop.
When he's through, his mouth travels up my body, pressing soft kisses over my belly.
He moves off the edge of the bed to stand, and his long, thick, hard cock bobs against his abs.
My tongue darts out to wet my lips.
His dark eyes are hooded with desire as he crawls over me, spreading my legs wide with his knees. "Open for me," he orders.
Taking his cock in his fist, he swirls the wide head through my wetness, brushing in circles around my oh-so-sensitive clit.
I moan.
The stroking circles continue, then the crown dips between my folds. He drags it up and down until I buck against him.
"Show me how much you want my dick."
"Fuck me," I beg, lifting my hips, my legs splayed wide, offering my pussy. He hovers over my entrance, aligning his hips between my thighs. I clamp my legs around him, locking down tight, and he roars when he thrusts deep.
I gasp at the sensation. His hand hooks behind my knee, pushing it wider to pin it against my body.
Then he does the same with the other leg until I'm spread wide open for him, completely exposed and at his mercy.
He rises on his knees and slowly draws his thick cock out of my slick pussy until just the head remains.
He stares at me and plunges back inside, watching my body take him. The look on his face is so erotic that I can't help but clamp down on him tight. He feels it and flicks his eyes up to mine. "Do that again."
He strokes out and back in again slowly. “Gonna take my time with you. We’ve got years to make up for.”
I moan and lift my hips, taking every thrust he gives. He locks his hands on my waist to hold me where he wants me, then thrusts deeper and faster until my breasts are bouncing as he pounds into me.
He brings one hand down, and his thumb rubs my clit. "Come for me, Tay. Come all over me."
His voice is harsh as he issues that order, and my body responds instantly with wave after wave of sharp orgasm. I muffle my cries with the back of my hand, sinking my teeth into my flesh as the pleasure barrels through me.
He continues until he draws every last shudder from me, then he grabs my hips and slams deep one last time, roaring his release through gritted teeth.
With his energy drained, his shoulders sag, and he settles down over me, his weight on his elbows. His head hangs, his breathing labored.
Warm, wet lips trail along my collarbone and up my neck to my ear.
He plops next to me and wraps his arm around me, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
Soon I drift to sleep, content.