Firm hands crawl around my torso and he unclips one button at a time, deliberately torturing me with slowness.
Pluck.
Pluck.
Pause…
Pluck.
Everything burns.
I whisper, “Oh God,” and Tanner captures my mouth in a kiss, molding my lips, and growling as his heat presses into my middle.
I want to experience what he feels like now, not later.
But I don’t dare rush him.
Not when everything feels this good.
He slowly slides the bustier out from between us, lets it fall to the ground, ravenous eyes locked with mine. “When I’m done, you’ll never want another man again.”
I smirk, “You’re never going to be done with me, Mr. Hamilton.”
He murmurs between kisses, “Look at you, my Cocky Little Love.”
I chuckle, “Twisting my childhood nickname, huh?”
“Making you my own,” he rasps, digging his fingers into my hips and holding my look.
I whisper, fisting his hair, “I’m yours.”
A sharp line pierces his forehead, and he devours me in the most passionate kiss we’ve had.
Our hands roam and search until he tears away, panting, “Can’t believe I’m finally kissing you. I couldn’t stop thinking of your lips.”
I fist his hair a little tighter so it’s almost painful, opening my mouth and waiting for his. He gazes at my lips, dips down and almost swallows me whole.
Thick fingers dip under my thong and his low groan vibrates everything. “You’re dripping, Emma.” They slide up the inside of my folds and I shiver. “So slick,” he murmurs, closing his eyes as he masterfully plays my pussy, circling my clit with his ring finger.
I want him to insert it.
It’s so hard not to bend my knees.
Satisfy this ache.
It hurts to wait.
My bottom lip gets sucked on, my tongue teased, lips crushed, as he fondles and caresses me, moving faster and slower, controlling my moans.
Tanner pauses, eyes me and hovers his mouth so near mine I can feel the breeze of his panting.
His tongue reaches out and I suck on it for a hot second until he smashes a kiss into me and increases his flicks until my hardened clit pulses to a point of no return.
I start to shake, heat building.
My knees turn to water.
My torso locks up as I gasp.
Orgasmic waves slam through me.
He’s tearing me down.
Rebuilding everything.
Emotion pulls at my core.
Locked up uncertainty releasing.
All that I’d held onto while I waited for his call.
Gone.
Gone.
Him.
Me.
Here.
He groans, “Mine, Emma, all mine.”
The worry that I wouldn’t find this.
That my younger brother…
My luckier cousins…
But it would never be me.
It washes away.
Shadows running from light.
Tanner gathers me close while the aftershocks ricochet. He kisses my wet cheeks, my nose, nips my jaw and molds my lips with tenderness before bending at the knees to remove my soaked thong. Sliding it down my legs, he kisses as he goes.
I step out of the fabric, watching my mysterious man kiss his way back up to my mouth.
He stops and hovers in front of my pussy and I hold my breath again, expecting him to dive in but he doesn’t.
Instead he gazes at it for a long time.
It makes me vulnerable and confused, but as the moments pass I relax and allow him to just look, even separating my legs a little bit when I feel more daring.
He fingers the folds and gazes at me, appreciatively.
It’s the most intimate thing I’ve ever done, this learning of my body.
Tanner finally presses one kiss against my mound, holding there while his hands caress their way up my thighs before wrapping around my hips and digging in just a little.
He’s branding me with this kiss.
Signing his name on my soul.
He lifts me up, carries me to the master bedroom while I stare at his gorgeous face, dazed and completely in love.
Tanner lays me down like a precious object he now owns. I’m naked and he’s still in his suit.
“Part your legs for me,” he thickly says.
I do, pussy beginning to throb. I run my palm down my stomach and he shakes his head. I stop, brows lifting.
“Only I can touch you tonight,” he rasps.
A thrill shoots into my blood as I lay my hands at my sides and watch him undress. He drops his jacket and tie on the chair and traces a hungry gaze up and down my body as he unbuttons his shirt. The perfect amount of chest hair peeks out. Tugging the shirt free he pulls it down over broad shoulders so corded with muscle I ache to touch them. His chest and abs are equally impressive and I’m startled when I hear him speak, “You’re looking at me like you want to eat me.”
“Am I?” I smile. “You’re gorgeous, Tanner.”
He chuckles, pleased, and loosens his belt, sliding the leather out, wrapping it around his hands and snapping it.
My eyebrows lift.
He sets it down beside my naked leg, and pushes his pants over his hips, taking the boxers with them. Lust overtakes me as I gaze at his erection, thick, with a bulbous, crimson tip. He kicks off his socks and climbs on the bed, cock bobbing slightly, so hard it barely moves.
My eyelids dip with need as he kneels between my legs and picks up the belt. So light it’s like a snake’s kiss he traces its edges over my flesh.
Tanner pulls my wrists overhead and fastens them together with the belt, tightening them to where I can’t get out. His mouth hovers above mine as he searches my eyes, fingers dipping into my pussy to play with me until my legs open as far as they will go.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, slipping his tongue in my mouth and teasing me. His engorged tip presses against my ready opening, asking me to yield to him as he stares. “I’ve wanted this,” Tanner rasps, taking hold of my hips and stretching my walls inch by inch, making them throb around him. His eyes shut tightly and he groans when he’s reached the deepest part. “So tight, so fucking wet.” I’m trembling and we start
