“No fair,” he joked. “Why am I the only one who’s naked?”
“Because I took the initiative and you haven’t yet.” My gaze dropped away from his and my attention shifted to his hard cock. It reached proudly for his belly button, perfectly smooth and curved just a little to the left. Right at the top, a bead of wetness glistened and I lowered my head to swipe my tongue across it.
He groaned but then pushed himself up on his elbows and reached for my pajama top. It was loose enough that it slid easily over my head when he lifted it up, and my pants followed soon after. As I bent over again to take him into my mouth, his hands stroked my back until he moved them to my front and started rubbing my nipples.
I moaned around him, taking him in farther. My fingers settled between his legs and I started massaging his balls. Tanner bucked, fighting to control his breathing when I really got going. He moaned and thrashed and reached for me but I pulled away, not wanting him to be focusing on me when he was so worked up.
A sound of protest came out of him, but I ignored it, licking and sucking until I felt him growing in my mouth. At the last second, his fingers closed around my shoulders and he lifted me off him. He scooted down underneath me until his mouth was aligned with mine and he kissed me again.
We rolled around on the bed while we kissed passionately, working our way back up until our heads hit the pillows and Tanner was on top of me, his broad head nudging at the slickness between my legs.
“Shit,” he muttered between kisses. “We need a condom.”
I took his face in my hands, shaking my head when his gaze met mine. “I didn’t tell you, but I went on birth control when we started sleeping together regularly. It seemed smart to have the extra protection just in case.”
He stared back at me, disbelief flashing in his eyes before he broke out in a wide grin. “It was smart, but does that mean we don’t need condoms anymore?”
“Depends,” I teased. “Are you planning on sleeping with anyone else while we’re together?”
“Fuck no,” he replied, the expression on his face deadly serious as he brushed his thumbs over my cheeks. “I’m clean. I went and got tested just in case.”
“So did I,” I said. “Clean bill of health.”
“So we’re really doing this?” He caught his lip between his teeth as he dragged his tip through my wet heat.
I wound my arm around his neck and my legs around his hips. “We’re really doing this.”
“Okay, then.” His gaze held mine as he sank into me without anything between us. Both of us moaned at the intensity of the sensation, and I struggled to keep my eyes open when he started moving.
It seemed important to try, though. This was a big moment for us. I wasn’t sure about him, but I’d never done this without a condom. Given how diligent he’d been about it before, I was pretty sure it was the same for him.
I understood now why people made such a big deal about skin-to-skin, though. It felt amazing, and before I even knew it, I was starting the climb to that blissful edge. Tanner was trembling slightly against me, his eyes dark as night and his expression strained as if he was struggling, too.
He lowered his forehead until it was resting against mine. Then he kissed me deeply before murmuring against my lips. “I love you, Larisa. God, I love you so damn much.”
“I love you too,” I replied.
He rolled his hips in a way that hit me in all the right places, and I moaned. It felt so good that the moan quickly turned into a scream when he did it again, and then I started shaking, my toes curling as I came apart around him.
His stomach dipped and his muscles quivered against mine when he followed me over the edge. We lay there together after, both of us panting before his mouth sought mine out again and he kissed me slowly and softly while we recovered.