“I do, and I’m ready to show it to you if you let me.”
I like how that sounds. “What do you have in mind?”
“First things first; we better get rid of our clothes,” she says, her voice catching a little. That moment I realize I’m not the only one nervous, even if Tanya hides it way better than I do.
“I like that plan,” I tell her, my voice wavering.
We get up, and she starts slowly removing my shirt. I feel like it’s all too much for a second, but when I see her appreciate all the tattoos covering my chest, upper arms, and stomach, I relax. Tanya wouldn’t want me naked if she thought I was disgusting,right?
“Edmund, you’re a work of art. Look at you.”
“So are you, sunflower. I can’t wait to see you naked in that bed.”
“I like that, but right now, I want to show you how you are what my fantasies are made of.”
Tanya moves her hands over my upper body, tracing the lines of my tattoos, peppering them with kisses. I undo her messy bun, letting her hair fall down to her shoulders, and run my fingers through it. She kisses and licks my skin, almost reaching the waistband of my jeans before coming back up.
She grabs my belt and starts undoing it. Unhurriedly, she helps me out my jeans, which drop to my feet. When she sees my bulge, Tanya licks her lower lip and moves her hand over my boxers.
Her first touch through the fabric is magical, and I groan. “Fuck, that feels amazing.”
When she’s about to drop to her knees a moment later, I shake my head, and she glances up at me. “I want to taste you first if you let me.”
The understanding dawns on her face, making her blush. “You’ll be the first man to do that.”
Fuck yes. I almost let out a whoop of victory, but that would be silly. “I love being your first in any way possible. Remove your clothes and get on the bed.”
Tanya giggles at my growly voice and does as I demand, first taking off her top and then lowering her sleep shorts. I wasn’t expecting it, but she’s all bare underneath. No fucking underwear. There’s only a trimmed landing strip, making my mouth water.
I watch her swaying hips as she takes two steps and lies down in the middle of the bed. “Damn, you’re unreal,” I breathe, my voice full of admiration.
And what I just said isn’t a lie. The way her perky, round breasts with dark pink nipples beg for my touch is from out of this world. I glide to suck on them, using my hands to help my mouth, and her back arches in her pleasure. I tease her nipples and take my time getting to know her tells—what makes her sigh, moan, and squirm beneath me.
When I can’t wait to have my lips against her pussy any longer, I situate myself between her thighs, my hands spreading them wide open. Her glistening, plump pink pussy looks inviting and better than in my late-night fantasies.
I lick her inner thighs, moving so that I’m only an inch away from where I want to put my mouth the most. The first lick is slow and drives her wild based on how she moans and chants my name. I circle her clit before pinching it lightly between my fingers. She begs me to continue eating her out, and I do, like the starved man I am.
Moving two fingers inside her, I pump them in and out while I devour her. It doesn’t take long until she’s close to coming, her walls squeezing my fingers.
“Come for me, sunflower. I need to see you lose control.”
And that does it. She comes with such force that I’m left speechless. That was one of the hottest things I have experienced, and we still have plenty of things to do.
Tanya catches her breath before getting off the bed, moving to the water bottle I left for her on the dresser. She takes a long sip and glances over her shoulder, noticing me admiring her naked backside.
“Now it’s your turn to get rid of those boxers,” she smiles, and I’m happy to oblige, even if I was worried about being exposed only minutes earlier. Being with her just feels right, and I don’t feel as bad about my body when I know how much she enjoys seeing all of me.
Once I’m completely naked, she looks me over as I lean back on my hands, sitting on the edge of the bed. I thought I would feel naked in more ways than one, but seeing the evident admiration in her darkening eyes makes me feel comfortable in the moment. Ialmostwant to take a photo to see that reaction every time I need a boost of confidence. But for now, I want to feel her taking me deep inside her. I can’t help it.
“There’s a box of condoms on that nightstand drawer,” I tell Tanya, motioning to our left.
She looks surprised, her mouth forming a small O. “Were those here when we arrived?”
“No, I got them this morning when I went to get groceries.”
“I love how you think.” Tanya winks before picking up the box. “The pleasure box with thirty-six lubricated condoms—I can see you came prepared.Good boy.”
Well, fuck, I didn’t expect to like that phrase. I never do when I read it in romance novels, but right now, she can say anything, and I would still think it’s hot.
