Page 61 of Coming Home Country
“Tucker.” Her breathy voice went straight to my dick, the throbbing there bordering on unbearable.
Lifting my head, I drank in the sight of her flushed face and lust-glazed eyes. Her breasts heaved with each ragged breath she took, the pulse at the base of her throat fluttering wildly.
She was breathtaking, and she was all mine. Time and distance might have kept us apart, but our bond was unbreakable. I was firmly convinced of that—now more than ever.
Slowly, I sank to my knees before her, never once breaking eye contact. My hands skated up her bare legs beneath her sundress. When I reached mid-thigh, Bex’s breathing hitched, and I paused. If she told me to stop, I would, no questions asked. But I prayed with all my might that she wouldn’t. I wanted to bring her pleasure, to remind her of how good we were together, even if we’d never breached that final barrier.
“Please.” I wasn’t above begging. “Need to see if you taste as sweet as I remember.”
She gave me the slightest dip of her chin, giving me permission to bury my face between her thighs.
Thank fucking God.
I shifted my touch higher, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her panties and dragging them down her silky-smooth legs. When they reached her ankles, she lifted each foot in turn, allowing me to remove them and bring them to my nose.
Inhaling her scent—one that had been imprinted on my brain as a teen—caused memories to flood my system along with a rush of heat as my arousal reached a fever pitch.
The first time she let me slip my hand down her pants and feeling how wet she became.
The first time she let me put my mouth on her pussy, letting me explore until I learned how to pleasure her.
The first time I saw her completely naked, and I spent hours memorizing every bare inch of her skin.
There were so many firsts yet to be had, but I wasn’t about to get ahead of myself. This moment in time was a gift, one I had no intention of wasting because I got too hung up on trying to put the cart before the horse. Tonight was a baby step, and if I had my say, we’d keep taking them, one at a time, until we reached the desired destination.
Pretty sure being able to keep my eye on the prize when lust took over my brain was my hidden strength at this point. How else did you explain a nineteen- and twenty-year-old boy being able to turn down the chance at sex when his girlfriend had not only been laid naked before him but hadbeggedto be fucked?
Not sure if I could chalk it up to being sensible or stupid. All I know was that I’d wanted my ring on her finger first.
I wasn’t delusional enough to believe that it would be a precursor this go around if she gave me the green light. We had a lot of work to do before we found ourselves back in a place where we discussed the future.
Right now, it was within my power to make her feel good, so that’s what I was going to do.
Pocketing her panties, I raised the hem of her dress, inching it up slowly and delighting in the sounds of her breathing growing choppier the higher I went. When the last bit of fabric hiding the treasure between her thighs was pulled away, I couldn’t stop the loud groan that rumbled up from my chest. She was bare and glistening, ready to be devoured.
Knotting her skirt to keep it out of my way, I lowered my face for that first taste. It had been so damn long that coming in my pants while I performed oral became a genuine concern.
Fuck it. If it happened, it happened. Tonight was for her. I wouldn’t be asking her to reciprocate anyway.
Anchoring my hands on her ass, I nudged her feet apart with my knee. Her wedges put her at the perfect height, and my tongue darted out to drag a path through her slit.
Goddamn. She was sweet and tangy and one hundred percent Bex.
Her moan split the air, accompanied by the sound of her head dropping back against the wall.
Encouraged by her response, I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue, teasing her but not giving in to what I knew she really needed. Her needy whines reached my ears, and I smiled against her slick flesh.
Bex’s hand tangled in my hair and forced my face closer, silently demanding more. Wanting her on edge but not frustrated, I flicked that swollen bud rapidly, knowing it drove her wild.
“Fuck, you’ve always been so good at this.”
Her breathy words had my ego swelling. It sounded like I’d set the bar so high that no man she’d been with since had been able to reach it.
Good. If I was the best at going down on her, my chances of being the best fuck of her life got even better. I already knew she would be the best of mine, no contest.
Time ceased to exist as I lost myself in the taste of the woman I loved. Her arousal coated my lips, dripping down my chin as she drew closer to climax. My hips rocked, humping the air as my cock wept in desperate need of relief.
When her thighs began to tremble, signaling she was right on the edge, I wanted to feel it when she came. Since my cock wasn’t getting in on theaction, I allowed my fingers to have the honor. Bex cried out above me when I shoved two deep inside, her pussy rippling around the digits before clamping down.
