The heat of her mouth on me was too much.
I was already on the cusp after she’d explored my body with gentle fingers and soft exclamations of passion.
But then, with the tip of my cock in her mouth, she moaned like she’d never tasted anything so good in her life.
Everything she did turned me on, but this… The sound of her pleasure and the sight of her mouth on me almost undid me.
I pulled her gently away before I lost all restraint and fucked her mouth like she was practically begging me to.
Not now.
Maybe later.
She licked her puffy lips.
Definitely later.
Right now, I wanted to claim her. Mark her. Fuck her. Make her come so hard she couldn’t remember the assholes who came before.
She was mine.
Except…
Taylor wanted sex. Only sex.
She’d been looking for a one-night stand when we’d met. She’d called it her revirginization prevention plan, but the meaning was clear. She hadn’t been trawling a dive bar alone to find her one true love.
I’d never seen her as a one-night woman, which was why I’d tried to stay away.
And now… Now, I wanted so much more.
But I’d take what I could get.
No way I was turning down the chance to fuck her tight, wet cunt. To bring her pleasure. To tie her closer to me.
The rest…
The rest I’d worry about after.
I kissed her hard as I slipped her panties off. Her eager mouth softened, and I gentled my assault. Our tongues danced, and I straddled her on the sofa.
Her hands landed on my chest then ran down my abdomen, along my sides and further, exploring, squeezing, stroking as she went. When she came to my ass, she started to knead the muscles, and my balls drew up tight against my body.
Never had any woman made me burn like Taylor did.
I wanted desperately to sink into her tight heat and fuck her till her eyes rolled back in her head, but I needed to prepare her first. My girl was small and tight. I let my hands wander down her body, petting and stroking as I continued to kiss her.
I groaned into her mouth and rutted against her when my hand found her slick warmth.
So wet and needy.
She took my finger with ease, so I slipped a second inside her, stretching her passage as I kissed her neck, then her tits.
Just like I remembered, she was tight and hot and so responsive.
She rolled her hips with each thrust of my fingers.
I grazed her swollen clit gently with my thumb and her passage tightened around my fingers.
I swallowed the roar building inside me. I wanted to make her come, fill her snug passage, and spill inside her as she came again. I wanted to see my come mix with her fluids and painting her thighs.
My beast wanted the fertile woman under me round with my child.
Taylor would never forgive that betrayal of trust.
I withdrew my fingers. Her inner walls clenched, desperate for more, so I murmured quiet words of comfort and whispered promises of satisfaction.
Her eyes, usually a soft blue-gray, had darkened to a deeper blue with her passion. And anger. She thought I was walking away.
She didn’t understand. Walking away was no longer an option.
I kissed her chin, then moved just far enough away to reach my pants.
I retrieved a condom from my wallet. Rolling it on was torture. I was so turned on that my cock was sensitized to the slightest touch.
When I returned to her, the accusation had faded from her gaze and all that remained was desire.
I moved between her legs, kissing her luscious tits, lavishing attention on her sweet nipples as I used first two, then three fingers to make sure she was ready.
She was wet and eager; her eyes filled with a dewy desire when I notched my cock at her entrance. Our gazes locked as I nudged inside. It took everything for me to keep looking at her. I wanted to throw back my head and roar as I thrust inside her.
But she needed patience, and if it fucking killed me, I’d give it to her.