His gaze turns feral as it alternates between my face and in between my legs. “Say suck your cock one more time and I’ll fill your mouth quicker than you can sayplease.”
Smirking, I scoot back until my head hits the pillow. “Suck my pussy until I come,” I say instead.
Tahoe puts his hands together like he’s praying, and looks up. He doesn’t say another word, he eats me out so furiously, I come back to back with barely a pause between. This is the part of the night where we normally retreat to our respective sides of the bed and pray our subconscious personalities don’t come out while we’re sleeping and fuck each other rotten.
I’m fingering my hair, coming down from the orgasms and he’s panting with pleased exertion, chin resting on my pubic bone. “Twice?” he asks, impressed.
I nod. “That felt amazing. It wouldn’t stop. Only one thing would have made it better?”
He quirks one brow, wary of any criticism in the bedroom. I decide to put him out of his misery quickly. “If your dick was inside me while I was coming.”
“Oh,” he says, taking a page out of my shocked playbook. He’s still wearing his boxer briefs, our M.O. still in play due to brutal habit.
“What next then?” My heart rattles against my rib cage. I’m already turned on and ready. I can tell just by looking at his face, he wants to come. This is the game changer. The moment we’ve been saving all of our self-control points for. Why we fought with our friends and broke up in a panicked haste.
I lean over and slide the stretchy fabric down his thick thighs. He bends over and takes them the rest of the way off. When he stands up, his tattoos shaded in the candlelight glowing from the nightstand, I can see his hesitation. In the twine of his muscles and the set of his jaw. “They are all the way off,” he says. His chest heaves as he looks at me. “Caroline, I love you so much.” Tahoe’s voice shakes at his admission.
“Like I love you,” I reply, making a reach for his steely hard cock. He shakes his head softly, but the smile on his face tells me he’s not telling me not to touch, he’s telling me he doesn’t believe we love each other equally. “It’s going to fit,” I remark, when I wrap my hand around it and my fingers don’t meet. “We’ve had this conversation before, but I want to ask now that it’s going in there. Preliminary reassurance,” I say. “Don’t get me wrong, I want it inside me more than anything else, I’m just talking logistics right now.” He joins me on the bed, on his knees in front of me.
I rise up to meet him. One naked body pressed against the other. Heart to heart.
I slide my hand up and down the large shaft, and he reaches between my legs once more. This time, he doesn’t rub my clit, he spreads the entrance open with his pointer and ring finger and slides his middle finger inside me.
His eyes flare open. I see the surprise. “It’s going to be a tight fit,” he admits, clearing his throat. He moves his finger inside of me and my eyes actually roll back in my head. “Oh my god,” I moan. “What is that?” I lean my head against his chest.
“Eyes up, Sunny,” he orders. “I want to try something.” As he speaks, he keeps moving his finger in that come hither tempo that is seriously boggling my mind, and turning my legs to jelly.
I open my eyes. “Try it. Try anything,” I breathe. “Please. It feels so good.”
I’ve forgotten his dick in my hand for the moment, at the gentle surge in my hand, I work it a little more. He closes his eyes with pleasure. “Stop for a second. I need you to focus,” he says. “Better yet, I need to focus.” I refuse not to touch it, but I stop pumping my fist.
He stops moving his finger and presses the same spot hard. There’s no way I can keep my eyes open. The pleasure is seated too deep. When I open them, he’s smiling. “I got two in,” he says, biting his lip. “One more, and you might not tear when I fuck you.” He swallows, and runs his lips and nose against my neck. The full sensation is fucking brilliant. “I want you to enjoy this. I should have been fingering you the whole time. I feel like an idiot.”
He licks my neck and I forget to breathe. “There’s nothing you can do that will hurt me right now, Tahoe. Absolutely nothing. Your touch only makes me feel good.”
I spread my knees apart a little further to give him better access and I feel it more—his fingers slip deeper. Tahoe stars moving his fingers again in that same rhythmic motion, and I toss my head back.
“Lay down,” Tahoe says. He takes my body weight in one arm and lowers me like I’m a feather, until I’m resting on the mattress. His skill is top notch because his working hand is still making me feel light headed—turning everything I thought I knew about an orgasm on its head. He kisses me, his lips a whisper touch against my neck. My ear. My mouth. With both of my hands free, I let my fingers roam his body. The contour of his hips where his sculpted ass starts has mostly been hidden from view unless I was giving him a blow job. The warmth of his body on the inside of my thighs is another new sensation.
“I think I’m going to come,” I say, arching my back so my breasts press against his chest.
He stops moving. “No, don’t. Not yet. You’re feeling good?” he asks, eyes vivid and assessing.
I groan. “Look at me, do I look like I’m feeling good?” He lets his gaze wander over my body—my hardened nipples, my hips working his fingers, and my flushed, excited physique.
He scoots forward, and removes his fingers in a slow, deliberate move that has me feeling cold and empty. I hiss out a frustrated breath. “That doesn’t feel good.”
“It will soon,” he replies. “I hope,” he adds in a lower voice. His hand shakes a bit as he lines up his throbbing shaft to where it’s never been before. He swallows hard as he watches his body and mine.
His gaze flicks up to meet mine, and there aren’t any words left to say. I feel the head as he pushes it in. While it’s bigger than his fingers, I’m so wet and ready to receive him, it makes me delirious with lust. Here’s this big, beautiful man trying to be careful with me. Because he loves me. Tahoe is watching my face for any sign of discomfort. “I’m okay. Give me more,” I say.
He hisses out a breath. “You have no idea how badly I want to give you all of it. Right now, Caroline.” His words are a feral growl, and they send a shockwave to my core. The very place that needs the pep talk. “Can you raise your hips? You’re so fucking tight. So tight.”
I raise my hips a touch, and I realize why he asked, it slides his cock in a bit more at the same angle so it’s less jarring. I back my hips to bed the bed and rock into him again, going a little further this time.
“I feel so full,” I admit, moaning when it rubs just the right way. He takes this as his cue to work my clit as I try out my new superpower.
He sighs, “I’m not even half in yet, Sunny. Your game is fun, but can I give it a go now?”
