Page 119 of Wildest Dreams

“Fuck,” I rasp, mind blanking as I stare at her bra. “Four years, baby. Four years since I saw you like this.”

With those big innocent eyes she pushes her body right against my pecs and a rough sound rumbles through my chest as I stare down at those tempting curves.

“Fucking beautiful,” I rumble, shoving my hands through my hair, and raking my eyes over her perfect tits. “I shouldn’t even… I shouldn’t even be looking at them. Don’t deserve to look at those things.”

Aisling closes her eyes, arches her neck and shakes out her rich hair, making me choke on a growl as other parts start shaking too.

Done for. I’m fucking done for.

She peeks one sparkling eye open as I drop my shaking hands to my sides and she shows me one of her playful little dimples as she wraps her arms back around my neck.

“You don’t think that you deserve to look at me?” she says, laughing quietly as she smiles.

“Hell no,” I rasp, hands hovering around her hips, my whole body bathed in fucking fire. “They’re… you’re… they’re just so…” I grit my teeth and tear my eyes away from her. “I’m… not gonna do it. I don’t deserve–”

“You can touch them if you want,” she whispers.

“Over the bra or under?”

Her eyes sparkle as she grins up at me, and I drop my forehead against hers, breathing roughly as I lift my hands to touch her.

“Definitely over the bra,” I murmur, voice so deep that it’s resonating in my balls.

Slowly, so slowly, my thumbs brush the lace cups of her bra, and the gentle peaks of her nipples make me grunt, rubbing harder.

“Tanner,” she whispers.

I keep my eyes on her tits, lightheaded but nodding.

“You can touch me under–”

I slip two digits down the back of her bra and tug, yanking down the straps before tearing the whole thing off of her. I pull it hastily down her arms and shove it roughly in my back pocket.

She raises an eyebrow and breathes out a laugh.

“Uh, what exactly do you think that you’re gonna do with that?” she asks, as if she doesn’t fucking know.

I grip my hands around her jaw, hunch down and kiss the life out of her. I’m so damn overwhelmed by the knowledge that she’s almost completely naked right now, only wearing her panties, that I have to try and calm down by licking my tongue gently against hers.

“Dream girl,” I murmur, turning us around so that it’s my back that’s facing the bed. I lower my body down onto the thick sheets, hands immediately dropping to the backs of her thighs, easing her on top of me until she’s straddling my lap. Then I press a couple of smaller kisses against her lips, take a deep breath, and pull back to look at her.

My cock jerks so hard beneath my jeans that Aisling jolts in my lap and yelps, before bursting into a fit of giggles. My neck flushes red as I give her an apologetic smile, palms roaming over her ass as I glance back down to her chest.

It’s my first time ever seeing her bared to me.

Round, soft, perky. Everything that I ever dreamed they’d be.

And I’ve dreamt about them alot.

“Beautiful,” I say hoarsely, chest heaving as I rub her lap slowly up and back over my shaft. I meet her eyes, feeling dazed, and press a slow kiss against her lips. “Really gonna let me touch them?” I ask her, almost groaning when she nods her head.

I reach one hand behind my neck and rip my shirt over my head, tossing it across the room as Aisling’s eyes grow wide, lips popping open.

“O-oh,” she squeaks, making me smirk as she stares at my pecs.

“It’s only fair,” I rumble quietly. “If I’m allowed to touch your tits, then you’re sure as shit allowed to get your hands on my pecs.”

“I can… touch them?” she whispers, and I lean back, jerking my chin at her in the affirmative.

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