Fuck, I’m getting awfully philosophical for a man about to get a first taste of his woman’s pussy, but when I lower my shoulders between her thighs and her nails find their way to my scalp, the desire to make that a reality overwhelms me. So I focus on the here and now, loving the way she doesn’t try to hide her need for me. She simply pulls me closer, opens for me more, and gives a long, high-pitched cry as my tongue swipes up her furrow before settling over her clit.
“Tanner!”
Everything about her response lights me on fire, especially the way she wants me. I part her with my thumbs and open her, tasting her again, drawing in her hidden sweetness. Then I try to press a pair of fingers inside her, finagling and working the digits into her tight, clenched cunt until she finally lets me in.
“How long has it been?”
She opens her eyes enough for me to see the uncertainty. “More than a year and a half.”
Since she discovered she was pregnant with Oliver.
I keep sliding my fingers through her tight flesh, stroking, working, softening. “It’s going to be good. I promise.”
“It already is,” she keens.
Smiling, I taste her again, lingering, savoring, loving her essence on my tongue and her cries in my ears. Minutes slide by as I lose myself in everything Mandy, bringing her up slowly until she’s tensing, her thighs trembling, her breathing heavy.
“Tanner…”
“Baby,” I murmur against her pussy. “You’re so sweet.”
“Please.”
The sight of her fist bunched around the blanket and the rosy hue of arousal spreading up her chest tells me she’s close. “What do you feel?”
“It’s… I can’t…” She gasps when I swirl my tongue around her again. “Oh, my god.”
I keep licking her, from her entrance to her clit, lingering over the sensitive button, then rub it mercilessly with my thumb. “This pussy is mine.”
“Yes.”
“You’re mine.”
“Yes.”
“You’ll give me more whenever I want it.”
“Yes.” She nods emphatically. “I will. I promise.”
No denying I’ve wanted sex—but I need Mandy. She’s strong enough to take care of herself and her son when she needs to…but soft enough to let me take care of her when I crave it.
How can I not reward that?
I drag her clit into my mouth and suck it before lashing it with my tongue again. I don’t relent until she stiffens, clutches me tight, and releases.
When the pleasure hits, her eyes clench shut. She wails out a strangled cry. Her entire body ripples and shudders with satisfaction. Then a fine sheen of perspiration covers her. A rosy flush consumes her skin. And she flops back to the mattress, boneless, panting…and smiling.
“Wow.”
“I need you, Mandy.” She’s the only cure for my fever, and if I don’t get inside her soon, I’ll burn alive.
As she licks her lips, she nods earnestly—then spreads her legs wider. “I don’t want to wait anymore. I’m here.”
“You on the pill?” I attack the zipper of my shorts.
“No.”
I’m not surprised, just momentarily frustrated that I can’t simply work my way inside her and stroke us both to mutual screaming orgasm. But her not being on the pill now means she’ll get pregnant more quickly once we’ve committed to each other and found an even financial footing.
With a nod, I withdraw the box of condoms I slipped into the nightstand drawer earlier and tear into it. I stand just long enough to kick my shorts and boxers aside, then roll on the latex. Then I’m back on the bed, scooping her thighs up in my arms and covering her body with my own as I probe her slick, swollen opening.
She’s tight, but the rest of her is relaxed and open to me as I hold her legs apart. So slowly my teeth grit, she gives way to me an excruciating inch at a time. When she tenses and her breath hitches, I stop, ease back, then slowly inch forward again. Over and over. It seems to take forever to submerge my length inside her, but finally I push my cock deep, all the way to the base.
It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt, and a long, low groan slips from my throat.
Mandy lets out a breathy sigh and stares up at me with eyes so blue they seem to glow. “Oh, my god.”
“You feel so good.” I inch out and glide back in, smooth and easy. “Any pain?”
“It stings—in a good way. Like you’re stretching me.”
I press my hips forward, penetrating her even deeper. “Now?”
She gasps, then wriggles on me with a shake of her head. “No. It’s so good. Do that again. You’re hitting some spot inside me…”
Yeah, I am. I feel her enveloping me, closing and squeezing me tight. My sensitive head bumps and brushes against something that adds another tingle down my spine.
It’s great, but I want more.
Grabbing one of the bed pillows, I settle it under her backside, lifting her hips.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
I don’t explain. I just let our bodies do the talking, tipping her hips up even more—then I drive straight down.
“Oh!” She blinks at me, gaping. When I do it again, she lets out another breathy moan. “Yes. More…”
“Wrap your legs around me, Mandy.”
She complies, and with my hands free I slide my palms up her arms until I’m tangling her fingers with my own. I press our foreheads together and close my eyes, stroking her deep and slow.
Everything about our joining is so intimate. I feel her everywhere—under me, clenching me, hugging me, gripping for dear life. I smell her scent, that hint of flowers that always seems to waft around her. I feel her harsh, steady breaths on my lips. More important, I
