Chapter 28 #2
Locking his eyes on mine, he drags his thumb down my throat to my chest. “And the most gorgeous breasts.” Brushing his fingers over my nipple, I arch my back into his hand, but he continues moving his thumb down my stomach, slowly circling my belly button. “Sexy soft stomach.”
All the times Matt would comment on the little pooch between my hips flood my thoughts, and I have to push them away. The complete sincerity in Tuck’s eyes make my eyes sting, and I blink away the emotion.
Tuck pauses and flattens his palm over my stomach before he leans down next to my ear, my hand moving from his cheek to his shoulder.
His lips touch my earlobe, and his breath is hot.
“I fucking love your curves, sugar.” He lifts his head until his nose is inches from mine.
He raises a brow in question and nods his head.
My cheeks flush as I smile and nod back. He kisses me softly as his fingers dip into the waistband of my sleep shorts, when his finger slides into my folds and touches my clit, I gasp and moan into his mouth. It’s embarrassing how close I am to coming just from his touch.
He moans at the same time. “So fucking wet.”
My other hand grabs his bicep when he slips two fingers in me as his thumb circles my clit. “Oh, Tuck. Yes,” I whisper into his mouth.
Lifting his head again, his eyes lock on mine as he slowly pumps his fingers in me. “I want to watch you come, sugar. I want to memorize what you look like when I make you fall apart.”
My walls quiver around his fingers as I fall over the edge, my orgasm detonating in my center to pulse across my body. Reminding myself that there are other people in the house, I slap my hand over my mouth to cover the moan that escapes.
“That’s right, sugar, come for me.” His soft, deep voice adds another element to the pleasure still moving over my body.
Dropping my hands to the bed, I’m still arched toward him when he pulls his hand from my shorts and sits back on his heels. The smug look on his face pulls a smile onto mine, and my back collapses back onto the mattress.
Hooking his fingers into the waistband of my shorts, he pats my hip with his hand to tell me to lift my hips. “Do you know how gorgeous you are when you come?”
As a matter of fact, no one has ever said that to me before, and his saying it out loud sends a flush from my neck to my cheeks. I shake my head.
He pulls my shorts off my legs and drops them to the floor before he grabs my ankles and slides his hands up the insides of my legs, spreading my thighs with his palms. His eyes move to my center, and a low growl rumbles from his chest. “And the prettiest pink pussy I’ve ever seen.”
I push myself up onto my elbows when he hooks his thumbs into his waistband. The rumor about his ‘big wang’ is true. His erection bobs out, long and fat with a bead of pre-cum on the tip, just seconds away from dripping.
My eyes are riveted on the large bulbous head, and I reach out, curling my fingers around the shaft. He’s hard, silky and hot, and my fingers don’t quite close around him. I slide my thumb through the wet bead on the tip and slide it around the head. Another low growl rattles in his chest.
“Sugar, it’s been a minute, you keep doing that and I’m gonna be done before we start.”
Lifting my eyes to his with a slow blink, it’s my turn to smirk as I softly pull him toward me. He lowers himself onto his forearms, and his head bumps against my opening, spreading me wide as he slowly pushes in.
My fingers wrap around his biceps, my nails digging into his skin as he rocks into me inch by inch, letting me adjust to his size. His eyes never leave mine before he’s buried all the way inside, stretching me to fit him.
“You okay?”
I’m so deliciously full. “I’m more than okay.” I whisper and rock my hips into him.
One side of his mouth twitches as he pulls out and slams back into me, making me gasp and my hands go to his back as I arch off the bed. His lips are on my exposed neck as he pulls out and fills me again and again.
Meeting each thrust with my hips, my nails slide down his back. The pressure in my core is already building again. I’ve never had two orgasms during sex before, but I’m so close I rock into him harder.
“Oh, God!”
Looping my arms around his shoulders, I press my mouth against his shoulder as I come again, muffling my moan. He keeps pumping into me hard through my orgasm, but when I loosen my grip on him, he pulls out.
I’m confused as I watch him push up onto his heels. His eyes are heavy with lust, and he grips my hips, flipping me onto my stomach. I yelp and fist the bedspread as he pulls my hips up in the air.
His body folds over mine, and he pushes into me from behind, the angle letting him go even deeper. “Oh, fuck.” I whisper into the bedding.
He kisses my shoulder before his lips are next to my ear. “Hold on, sugar, I’m gonna fuck you hard until you come again on my cock and then I’m gonna fill you up.”
Holy hell. His dirty talk just pushed my arousal back up to twenty on a scale of one to ten.
One hand settles on my lower back, pressing me into the bedding, and the other grabs my hip as he thrusts into me, hitting places I don’t think have been touched before. His hand is so firm on my back that I can’t move, all I can do is take what he gives.
His fingers on my hip are digging into my skin, claiming me, using me for his pleasure, and it turns me on even more. I want him to. My knuckles are white as I grip the covers, turning my face into the bedding. I think I’m going to come again.
“Tuck.” I moan, the word muffled.
He folds himself over me again, his breath hot on my neck. When he reaches around me and his finger presses on my clit, I breathe another muffled moan.
“That’s right, sugar, come on my cock. I want to feel you squeeze me again before I come inside you.”
His words as he swirls his finger over my clit send me into another body-shaking orgasm, and I squeeze him as I fall over the edge.
He pushes himself back up and pumps into me even harder.
A long, low growl rattles his chest as he pushes through my orgasm before letting himself go.
I feel his warmth spread inside me, and my body slumps like putty.
Sliding his hands up my sides, he presses his chest to my back, and that’s when I realize he’s still hard inside me.
“Don’t get too comfortable, sugar, I’m not done with you yet.”
A small smile tugs at my lips.