Page 8 of Tamed By A Knight

“If you’re not up to it, we can grab a few cardboard boxes and set up a makeshift tent outside,” I joke, and it actually gets Hush to laugh. Not the chuckles he’s thrown my way before, but true laughter.

And now that I’ve heard it, I never want to stop hearing it. We jump on the back of his bike in our usual way, tightening helmets over our heads and making sure we’re protected before we set off.

We make it back to my apartment building, and to little surprise, Hush accepts my invitation upstairs. The whole walk over to the elevator, I consider saying screw it and throwing myself into him. Feeling his lips against mine, tasting his tongue while we explore each other’s mouths. Saying goodbye to our old lives as separates, and uniting in some unholy union that shouldn’t have taken this long to reach.

But I don’t, holding my cool until we’re upstairs and in my home. Hush doesn’t strike me as the kind of guy who’d be opento public affection, even if we are the only two people around. Instead, I pull the front of my shirt down lower, until my breasts are basically exposed, giving his eyes something to enjoy, while his mind erupts with the filthy things he wants to do to me.

As soon as I open my door, however, the gloves come off. I pull him into my apartment and don’t give him a moment to speak. Too much time might give him reason to come up with excuses to run, and I won’t allow it. I need this. I need him. Our bodies pressed together, minds connecting as one, a perfect unity.

I throw my arms around his shoulders and jump up onto my tippy toes, flinging my face up to his. Our lips meet for the first time, gentle at first, but devolving into a mess of tongues mashing and warmth rising through my body.

Losing ourselves to the moment, Hush steps forward, pinning me to the wall. His hands dance across my lower half, sliding over my ass to feel me up, before sinking under my skirt. His haphazard exploration of my body somehow feels expertly done. His fingertips glide over my soaked panties, caressing every tender inch.

Pleasure mounts in my core with his slow approach. Barely touched and yet, on the verge of a body-rattling orgasm that could rival the most intense earthquakes. Months of anticipation will do that, I remind myself. Dreaming about this night since our very first meeting, picturing and playing out every hot detail.

Fuck, I can’t wait anymore. While Hush makes his way over my slit, perching his thumb against my clitoris, driving unbound desire through my body, I slip both my hands down to his cock. I rub and stroke his thick girth through his jeans, delighting in the pleasure of the moans he releases into my mouth.

Rumbling emits from somewhere deep inside his chest, and Hush’s mouth begins to wander. Down my cheek, brushing against my earlobe, settling against my neck before his tongue starts lashing my flesh.

Keeping one hand on his manhood, I move the other to his zip. Lowering it slowly, while indulging in all the wild sensations he’s exploiting. Shoving my hand through the hole, I pull and tug at his boxers to free his cock from its confines. Hush does the same, and a shiver runs through my body as he peels them aside.

While I explore the extent of the huge slab of meat now pressing against my belly, Hush’s fingers glide through my silky wetness. Still locked in our kiss, I almost want to break it to see the extent of what I’m dealing with. The monster between his legs that I can’t wait to have inside me.

Instead, Hush slots the thick digit of his index finger inside me, and all those wants vanish to the back of my mind.

“Oh fuck,” I roar against his lips. His curl into a smile, and his hand starts to move back and forth.

The finger slides in and out of me in fast-paced, rhythmic intensity. I choke back moans, trying my best to stroke his cock in time with the thrusts, but with pleasure erupting through my body, it’s a nearly impossible task.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he whispers huskily, sliding his free hand under my knee, hoisting my leg against his side. Parting my legs so far gives him easier access to slam deeper until he’s scratching an itch only Hush can satisfy.

If I wasn’t being pounded with satisfaction, I might’ve been able to answer him. Come up with something witty to make himblush and feel as warm and fuzzy as I do. But stroking and kissing are hard enough as is, so words will have to wait.

In the struggle of entwined limbs and messy movements, euphoria consumes me whole. The sounds we emit turn into primal grunts, while fireworks shoot off behind my eyelids as I crest the peak to a leg-shaking orgasm. But in finding myself overwhelmed by pleasure, I didn’t even notice Hush’s breathing become erratic, and his body stiffen.

“Fuck, Tara, I’m—” He can’t get all the words out before his head snaps to the ceiling, and he emits a lion’s roar through my apartment. The intense sound is followed by a rattling of limbs, both his and mine, as his warm, white seed splashes over my black top.

Holy fuck, I did that? Engrossed in my own gratification, I didn’t notice how much fun he was having. The result leaves my belly fluttering, made worse by the thought of what comes next.

“Ah, shit. I ruined your shirt,” Hush wheezes, eyes glued to the sticky mess he left me in.

“A tiny price to pay for what it means.” I giggle freely, maniacally, as though Hush making me come unlocked some deep-rooted insanity that couldn’t wait to be freed.

“And what does it mean?” He stumbles back on shaky legs until the wall behind provides the support he needs to stop.

When he’s finally upright, and I’m sure he won’t collapse, I launch forward and pull him into another kiss. Leaping into his arms this time, hooking my legs around his waist.

“All the fun we’re going to have, you and I.” I kiss him until I’m satisfied that I’ll be able to wait to see him again before I pull back. “Because trust me. This is only the beginning.”

He stares at me with that smoldering look that won my heart all those months ago. “Then the future’s looking bright.”

“And sticky.” One more naughty wink follows, and I crawl out of his arms.

Already anticipating all the foolish things we’re going to do.

And I’ve never been more excited for anything in my life.

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