“The last few days we’ve made out like teenagers, over our clothes, in the dark. I let you take off my shirt, but you didn’t let me do the same.”
“The bath,” she manages as I start slowly thrusting. God, she’s gorgeous like this.
“I saw you in the bath,” I agree. “One glimpse of paradise and then you took it away. I watched you do this to yourself.” I push inside her again. “I said I wanted to suck you then. Do you remember?”
“Yes.”
I lower my mouth with a growl, sucking hard on her clit as her flavor bursts on my tongue. It’s manna. Ambrosia. Fucking life itself. I’ll never want anything but this again. Never need anything but her taste in my mouth.
Her hand cups the back of my head, silently demanding more. Yes. My finger thrusts deeper, faster, and I’m sucking and licking every soft, wet inch of flesh I can reach.
“Emerson. Emerson. Emerson.”
With my free hand, I push down my sweatpants and boxers, stepping out of them and reaching for the back of my shirt. I let her go long enough to get rid of it and our eyes meet.
Hers are golden brown and dark with desire. She’s exquisite. More beautiful than she knows. Skin flushed, lips bitten and swollen. I need her naked. I want to see all of her on my bed. Now.
“Lift your arms, baby.” I take off her sweater and toss it to the side, fingers fumbling with the front clasp of her bra in my haste. I spread the cups and lower my head to her nipples. First one, then the other, loving in her reaction. The way she moves under me. The sounds she’s making.
“That feels so good.” She moans, sounding surprised.
Untouched.
It shouldn’t get me this hot, that I’m her first. But my dick isn’t politically correct. It wants to claim its special prize for being so patient. It wants to feel her virgin pussy squeezing around it.
Mine. All mine.
My hand glides down her stomach, over her curls, and I get two fingers inside her this time. Christ.
“Too much,” she gasps.
I kiss her chin and cheek, soothing her while my own blood rages. “Breathe, baby. I need to make sure you’re ready for me. What I’ll give you is more than two fingers’ worth.”
“I’m ready now.” Her fingers dig into my biceps. “Emerson, I can take it. I want it. Please.”
A shudder rocks through me at her plea. “My wife is begging for my cock. You don’t know what you’re doing to me. I’m trying to make this good for you.”
When her slender hand closes around my erection, my eyes nearly roll back in my head.
“Wow, that’s…” Tanisha licks her lips and squeezes experimentally. “That’s thicker than I thought it was going to be.”
“Oh, fuck.” I look down and watch her hand on my rude flesh. “I told you. You have to let me get you ready for this. Once I get inside, I’m not sure I’ll be as patient.”
“Don’t be patient,” she says with sudden urgency. “I want you inside me. Your wife wants you to.”
Her words shred the last of my restraint and my knees struggle for purchase between her thighs. “You had to say it.”
I put her leg back over my shoulder and she stares up in blind confusion.
“I’ll get deeper this way. Trust me to make it good.”
She nods, tightening her grip on my thick shaft.
I nearly come in her hand. “If you want it, you have to let me go first, baby.”
When she reluctantly obeys, I kiss her, biting at her lips and looking into her eyes. “What are you thinking?”
“You really are big.”