Chapter 10 Tanner #2
I look up at her, my face level with the damp patch on her panties. I can smell her arousal, sweet and musky, and it makes my mouth water. "I want to taste you," I tell her, my voice rough with need.
Her eyes go wide, and she bites her lip, nodding frantically. "Yes, please."
I hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties and slowly pull them down. She lifts one foot, then the other, helping me. And then she's naked, completely exposed to my gaze.
I take a moment to just look at her. The neatly trimmed triangle of blonde hair at the apex of her thighs, the glistening evidence of her desire, the strong muscles of her legs trembling slightly with anticipation. She's perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect.
I push her back to lie across the bed and press a kiss to her inner thigh, then another higher up. She's making little pleading noises that are destroying what's left of my self-control. I nuzzle against her, breathing in her scent, before finally dipping my head to taste her.
The first touch of my tongue to her center has us both crying out. She tastes even better than I imagined—sweet and tangy and so fucking good I could stay here forever. I lap at her, exploring every fold and crease, learning what makes her moan and what makes her buck against my mouth.
Her fingers tighten in my hair, guiding me, urging me on. "Right there," she gasps when I find her clit. "Oh, God, Tanner, right there."
I focus my attention there, sucking gently at the sensitive nub while one of my fingers slides inside her. She's so wet, so ready for me. Her inner muscles clamp down on my fingers, and I add a second, stretching her, preparing her for what's to come.
I can feel her getting close, her hips moving in a frantic rhythm against my face, her thighs trembling around my head. Her breathing is ragged, punctuated by little cries and whimpers that go straight to my cock.
"That's it, baby," I murmur against her, my voice vibrating through her sensitive flesh. "Let go for me."
And she does. With a broken cry of my name, she comes apart around my fingers, her entire body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. I keep my mouth on her, drawing out every last shudder, until she's limp and boneless above me.
I press one last kiss to her inner thigh before rising to my feet. She sags against the quilt and lifts her head, her eyes dazed but filled with wonder. "Wow," she breathes.
I can't help the smug grin that spreads across my face. "Just wow?"
She swats at my chest playfully. "Don't get cocky, Carrington. That was… incredible."
I crawl over her and kiss her sweet lips, letting her taste herself on my lips. "You're incredible," I tell her, and I mean it with every fiber of my being.
Her hands slide down my chest to the waistband of my jeans. "Your turn," she says again, her fingers making quick work of my button and zipper.
I step back to shed my jeans and boxers in one motion, kicking them aside. Now I'm as naked as she is, my erection jutting out between us, hard and eager.
Her eyes go wide as she takes me in. "Oh," she breathes, her gaze traveling from my chest down to my cock and back up again. "You're… wow."
I laugh, the sound rusty, and repeat, "Just wow?"
She reaches out tentatively, her fingers wrapping around my length. The contact is electric, sending sparks shooting up my spine. Her hand is warm and soft, and the way she's looking at me makes my chest tighten with all the crazy feelings I’ve been experiencing since I met her.
She strokes me slowly, experimentally, her thumb sweeping over the head to gather the moisture there. I groan, my hips thrusting into her hand involuntarily. "Star," I warn, my voice strained. "If you keep doing that, this is going to be over before it starts."
She releases me with a smug little smile that makes me want to flip her onto the bed and show her exactly what that look does to me.
"Lie back," I command softly, my voice husky with want.
She doesn't hesitate. She just nods and drops back on the bed, climbing up to the top of the bed and settling back against the pillows. The trust in that simple action hits me like a physical blow. This woman, whom I've known for barely any time at all, is putting herself completely in my hands.
For a moment, I just stand there and look at her.
Star Wilder, naked in her bed, her hair spread out around her like a golden halo, her green eyes fixed on me with a mixture of desire and trust that makes my throat tight.
She's everything I never knew I wanted, and the thought that she's here, with me, is enough to make my head spin.
She holds out a hand to me, her smile soft and inviting. "Are you just going to stand there all night?"
I shake my head, coming back to myself. "Not a chance in hell."
I join her on the bed, the mattress dipping under my weight. As I move over her, bracing myself on my arms, our bodies meet skin-to-skin. The contact is electric, sending a shockwave through my entire system.
And in that moment, everything becomes clear. My boring, predictable life has been completely upended by this free-spirited yoga instructor. She's twisted me up like a pretzel, turned my world upside down, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
I lower my head and capture her lips in a kiss that's nothing like the frantic, hungry ones we've shared so far. This one is slow and sweet, a promise of what's to come. A promise of forever, if she'll have me.
When I break the kiss, her eyes are wide with wonder. "Tanner," she whispers, her hand coming up to cup my cheek.
I turn my head to press a kiss to her palm. "Star," I reply, my voice thick with emotion.
I lower my head and capture her lips in another kiss. This one is a promise, a vow, a sealing of some unspoken pact between us. It's slow and deep and so filled with emotion that my eyes actually sting with unshed tears.
When I break the kiss, we're both breathing heavily, our foreheads pressed together.
I shift my weight, positioning myself between her thighs. She opens for me willingly, her legs wrapping around my hips to draw me closer. The head of my cock brushes against her entrance, and we both gasp at the contact.
"Look at me," I command softly, needing to see her eyes when we become one.
Her green eyes flutter open, dark with desire but clear with intention. She's here with me, completely present in this moment, and the trust I see in her gaze humbles me.
Slowly, achingly slowly, I push into her. The sensation overwhelms me completely. Her heat. Her tightness. The way her inner muscles grip me like a fist. It takes every ounce of my self-control not to slam home in one desperate thrust.
Star's eyes widen as I fill her, her mouth forming a silent "oh" of pleasure and surprise. Her nails dig into my shoulders, urging me on even as her body stretches to accommodate mine.
When I'm fully seated inside her, I stop, giving us both a moment to adjust. My entire body is trembling with the effort of holding still, with the intensity of the emotions coursing through me.
"You feel…" I trail off, unable to find words adequate to describe how fucking incredible this feels.
She finishes my sentence for me. "Like home."
Yes. That's exactly it. Being inside her feels like coming home after a lifetime of wandering. It feels right in a way that nothing ever has before.
I begin to move, starting with slow, deliberate thrusts that have us both moaning with pleasure.
The rhythm builds gradually, our bodies finding a sync that feels as natural as breathing.
Her hips rise to meet each of my thrusts, her inner muscles clenching around me in a way that threatens to undo me completely.
The sounds she makes are my undoing. Soft sighs become breathy moans, then escalate into ragged cries of pleasure. Each one is a gift, a testament to the effect I'm having on her.
My hands roam over her body, learning every curve and hollow.
I commit everything about her luscious body to memory—the way her breast fits perfectly in my palm, the sensitive spot just below her ear that makes her shudder when I kiss it, the little birthmark on her hip that looks like a constellation.
I want to know everything about her. Not just her body, but her mind, her heart, her soul.
I want to know what makes her laugh, what makes her cry, what she dreams about when she's alone in the dark.
I want to be the one she turns to when she's happy, when she's sad, when she just needs someone to hold her.
The realization hits me with the force of a physical blow. I'm in love with this woman. Head over heels, can't-think-straight, would-walk-through-fire-for-her in love.
The knowledge should scare me. It should send me running for the hills, back to the safety of my boring, predictable life. But instead, it fills me with a sense of rightness so profound it takes my breath away.
My thrusts become more urgent, driven by this newfound understanding. Star meets me thrust for thrust, her legs tightening around my waist, her cries growing louder and more desperate.
"Tanner," she gasps, her eyes wild with pleasure. "I'm close. So close."
"Look at me," I command again, needing to see her fall apart.
Her eyes lock with mine, and in that moment, it feels like our souls are touching as intimately as our bodies. I can see the love reflected in her gaze, the trust, the absolute surrender. And it undoes me completely.
With a broken cry, she shatters around me, her inner muscles milking my cock in rhythmic pulses that push me over the edge.
My own orgasm follows immediately, tearing through me with the force of a freight train.
I bury myself deep inside her, pouring everything I have into her welcoming body.
Every hope. Every dream. Every ounce of love I possess flows between us as we become one.
For long moments, we're both lost to the aftershocks, our bodies shuddering against each other, our breaths mingling in the space between our mouths.
The world narrows to just the rapid beat of our hearts, the sweat-slicked press of skin on skin, and the profound sense of connection that transcends the physical.
Slowly, gradually, we come back to ourselves. I collapse on top of her, careful to keep most of my weight on my arms, and bury my face in the crook of her neck. Her arms come up to wrap around me, holding me close as our heartbeats slowly return to normal.
Neither of us speaks. There are no words adequate for what just happened between us. Instead, we communicate through touch. Her fingers stroke gently through my hair. My lips press against her damp skin. Our bodies seem reluctant to separate even now.
After a while, I roll onto my side, taking her with me so we're facing each other on the rumpled sheets. Our legs remain tangled together, a physical representation of the emotional bond that's formed between us.
Star reaches up to brush a stray lock of hair from my forehead, her touch so tender it makes my chest ache. "Wow," she whispers, her voice husky with emotion.
I capture her hand and press a kiss to her palm. "Just wow? I’m going to have to work a little harder next time." I tease.
“I don’t think I’ll survive it if you work much harder.” She smiles, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "That was… I don't even have words, Tanner."
"I know the feeling," I admit, my thumb stroking the inside of her wrist where I can feel her pulse beating a rapid staccato.
We lie there in silence for a while, just looking at each other, communicating without words. The air between us is thick with unspoken promises and the weight of everything that's changed between us in such a short amount of time.
Outside, I can hear the faint sounds of Silver Spoon Falls settling in for the night—a distant car engine, the hum of streetlights, the occasional bark from a neighborhood dog. But in here, in this room, there's only us. Only this moment.
Star's eyes drift closed, her breathing evening out as sleep claims her. I watch her for a long time, memorizing the way her lashes fan against her cheeks, the gentle part of her lips, the trust evident in every relaxed line of her body.
This woman has turned my world upside down in the best possible way. She's challenged everything I thought I knew about myself, about what I wanted from life.
I press a soft kiss to her forehead, breathing in her unique scent of sage and sunshine and something that's uniquely Star. "I love you," I whisper into the quiet room, testing the words on my tongue.
They feel right. They feel true.
And as I drift off to sleep with her curled against my side, I know with absolute certainty that my life will never be the same again. And I wouldn't have it any other way.