“Oh God,” she whispered.
He groaned. “I can’t wait any longer to taste you.” He bent his head, taking one small nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. He pressed it between the top of his mouth and his tongue, loving the soft and hard feel of it, the sweetness of her taste. Then he tasted the other, his hands cupping her, lifting her to his mouth. Mmm. So good. Eyes closed, he lost himself in the taste of her, the feel of her all soft skin and warm flesh, heat coursing through his veins. He spent a long time at her breasts, loving the reaction he was getting from her as her trembling hands clutched his shoulders and her body twitched and shuddered against his.
“I can’t stand up any more,” she whispered to him. “My legs….”
He understood, amazed his own legs were still holding him up. “Now take your skirt off,” he instructed her, his voice not entirely steady. She reached for a side zipper and drew it down, then shimmied a bit to get the snug skirt over her hips. It fell to the floor and she stepped out of it.
His breath stopped. She was wearing nothing but a pair of sky blue thong panties. Her legs were miles long, her body slender, but rounded in the right places. Desire surged through him, his body aching, his thick hot erection pulsing. He pressed a hand to his groin in near-agony.
“Sit down on the bed,” he ordered her. She moved and lowered herself to the bed, hands pressed to the mattress on either side of her, shoulders raised. She watched him.
“Lie down.”
“Joe.”
“I said, lie down.” He stood before her. “This is how it goes, Tara. When I tell you to do something, you do it. No hesitation. No questions.”
Her low groan told him enough as she lowered herself to the bed and he stripped the golf shirt over his head, then stepped out of jeans, socks and underwear. Naked, he stood before her, his cock bobbing in front of him, long, hard, throbbing. He slid his hand over it, needing the touch, watching her lips part and her eyes darken. Her eyes roved over his body and he saw the exact moment she became aware of his cock. Her eyes widened and her look changed to one of awe and apprehension.
“Oh God, Joe,” she whispered. “Um…”
“I know.” He was big, even when not aroused, hence the high school nickname. When aroused, he was even bigger, and he didn’t actually think he’d ever in his life been this hard. “Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you.”
She gave a jerky little wide-eyed nod. He stood between her legs, pushed her with a hand between her breasts so she lay down on the bed, let his hand slide up to her throat, then drew in a deep breath, inhaling her scent, holding her like that. He loved the smell of her, that fragrance of exotic jasmine and magnolia. As they’d worked side by side at the table in her office, he’d often caught a whiff of the scent. It turned him on—but now, the sexy floral mingled with feminine arousal, she smelled like warm spice and sin, sex and submission.
“I’ll make sure you’re really ready for me,” he assured her.
She bit her lip.
He slid his hand down her body under the little lace triangle covering the patch of golden fluff between her legs. He spent a few seconds enjoying the feel of his fingers tangled there, then slid lower, his long finger dipping into her slick folds. “You’re wet already, Tara. Your panties are soaked.”
She moaned.
He closed his eyes, trying to breathe. He fought the urge to come swelling up in him, his balls tight. Breathe, man, breathe.
“You’re tight too,” he muttered. She shivered. He probed her deeper with his finger, then slid it out. Her body made a soft, wet noise as he withdrew that finger slowly. “And I’m big, so we need to take our time.”
He measured her slender hips with his hands, then went to his knees on the floor between her legs, looking at her soft pussy covered by blue silk. Fucking gorgeous.
Her eyes widened and her lips parted. She rose up on her elbows, her long bangs hanging over one eye sexily. He hauled her butt closer to the edge of the bed by her legs and pushed her thighs open. She gasped again, falling flat on her back. He tucked his fingers into the little blue velvet ribbons crossing each hip and tugged on them, then pulled them down. He felt the damp heat of her and smelled her sweetness as he removed her underwear. Then he pushed her thighs even farther apart.
“Oh God, Joe, don’t,” she begged him. Her hands fisted in the duvet.
He laid his hand on her soft pussy in a sharp little caress and her body jolted.
“I told you, Tara. I give the orders. You don’t question me, you do what I say, you come when I tell you.”
“But…”
He gave her pussy another tap. She cried out.
“I want to look at you,” he said. “I’ve already seen you…remember?” He knew she did. She was wet, so wet. “Look at you,” he murmured. “Your little clit peeping out from between these soft pink folds.” She made a low guttural noise at his explicit words.
He pushed her thighs up to her chest, drawing another ragged moan from her. Then he used his fingers to part those folds, opening her wider, admiring her glistening pink prettiness. “So pretty. So sweet.” He swallowed another groan. “I want to make you come,” he told her and she whimpered. “Should I make you come with my fingers or with my mouth?”
“Oh God!” she cried. “God, Joe.”
This time he wanted to taste her, so he bent his head and took a long, luxurious lick, taking his time although he was hot and hard and throbbing everywhere. He licked slowly over plump smoothness, up, down, one side then the other. He let his tongue dip deeper between folds, licking up her cream, swallowing the taste of her, so delicate and female. He pushed the tip of his tongue deeper inside her, rewarded with a hot little whimper. Her fingers opened and closed on the bed beside her.
He slid his hands beneath her ass and lifted her to his mouth, causing her to make more noises deep in her throat. So sweet, so hot and so aroused—for him. A growl rumbled in his chest as he licked around her clit, so slowly, so carefully.
“Oh God,” she groaned. “Joe…”
He murmured a wordless response and sucked her soft flesh into his mouth gently, in slow, suckling kisses, working his way up to her quivery clit. And then he closed his lips over the bud and sucked. Her hips lifted even higher, his hands beneath her ass, her pussy against his face. Jesus, this was heaven, pure absolute heaven, the feel of her, the taste of her, knowing the pleasure he was giving her. Her body tightened and trembled and then he used his teeth oh-so-carefully on her swollen clit, held it there while he rubbed his tongue over it.
She came hard and fast. She bucked against his face, her hips jerking, her body shuddering as she cried out and he felt the surge of moisture her orgasm brought. Wow. Oh wow. She was hot.
He lifted his head from between her legs and smiled at her. “Good girl.”
A masculine thrill ran through Joe. He’d never been with someone that responsive. She’d come so fast and hard against his mouth, so wetly, he was almost shocked.
“Gonna fuck you now,” he murmured, moving up over her. Her breasts, soft on her ribs, quivered as she struggled to draw breath in and out. She licked her lips and forced her eyes open. “Gonna fuck you hard, baby. You’re ready for it. Aren’t you?”
He reached for her body and lifted her effortlessly, turning her so she was lengthwise on the bed.
“Don’t move.”
Her lust-fogged eyes questioned him, but she obediently said not a word.
“Condom.” He rolled off her and off the bed. “I’ll be right back.” Christ, that condom in his wallet better still be there.
It was. But only one. Damn, damn, damn.
Tara sat up on one elbow to watch, eyes wide as he rolled it on. “God,” she murmured. “Do they even make them big enough for you?”