Page 89 of Choosing a Forever
Not hard enough, apparently, because I move back, just a little bit and press myself against him harder.
“Mack,” Tal groans, gripping my hip to stop me from moving. The heat from his palm sears my skin through my clothes, and I just barely hold back a whimper.
“I’m just trying to get comfortable,” I feign innocence, but I don’t believe myself with the way my voice comes out breathy and thick with need.
“I get that, and you should be comfortable, butplease.You’re killing me here. I’m trying really hard not to cross any lines.”
Maybe it’s the exhaustion from keeping my emotions in check, or maybe it’s the blanket of darkness making me feel brave, but I find myself asking, “Do you want to cross them?”
I feel more than I hear the deep breath Tal takes. “Yes.”
Bless his blatant honesty. I don’t know why I find his restraint so attractive—probably because of my past—but it only makes me want him more.
I’m tired of fighting the pull I feel towards him, and he seems to want me just as much, so what’s the harm in finding some mutual satisfaction with each other?
“What if I told you I want you to cross them?” I whisper, shifting my hips back again.
“I would ask if you’re sure. I would tell you I’ll follow your lead, do whatever you want. I would say I don’t know what I’m doing, Mack, but I’m willing to learn.Anything you want, anything you need. I’ll give it to you. I’ll give youeverything.”
Goddammit.His eagerness is so hot. Hotter than it should be.
“What do you want to learn first, Tal?” I flip over so I’m facing him. I can barely make out his features in the dark, but I think his eyes are pinched shut.
“I want to taste you,” he whimpers. “Teach me how to make you feel good. Please.”
I sit up and lean over to turn on the lamp, blinking rapidly while my eyes adjust.
“Are you sure this is something you want?” I look him directly in the eyes. I need to be sure.
“Yes,” he answers immediately, determination in his tone.
I lie back down on the bed and take off my shorts, discarding them on the floor. “Have you ever seen a pussy in real life before?”
Tal shakes his head, his eyes planted firmly on my face, like he’s scared to look down.
“Well, you’ll have to look in order to taste, Tal.” I don’t know where this confidence is coming from. My need for my husband is overpowering any insecurities or hesitancy I may have. Maybe it’s because he’s inexperienced, and I need to take the lead. Maybe it’s the way his eyes are greedily taking me in, making me feel more beautiful than anything else ever has. Whatever it is, I don’t hate it.
His eyes get stuck on a tattoo on my hip. One that hasn’t been visible until now.
One of the few Lizzie didn’t do because I knew she’d refuse.
It’s a simple line drawing of a teddy bear with hearts on the bottom of its feet. To anyone else, it wouldn’t seem like anything special, but Tal’s eyes whip up to mine, swirling with questions.
He must sense my apprehension to talk about it because instead of asking, he lies down on the bed, his face inches from my pussy. I let out a breath of relief.
“Wow,” he whispers reverently, his stare locked on my exposed cunt. I don’t wax, just give myself a bit of a trim every so often, and while I should feel self-conscious, it’s hard to be when he’s looking at it like it’s a rare piece of art. After a moment, he looks up at me over the swell of my stomach. “Can I touch you?” His voice is huskier than I’ve ever heard it, and my pussy clenches greedily.
“Yes.”
“Will you tell me if what I’m doing doesn’t feel good?” He sounds hesitant.
“I will, but I don’t think it will be a problem.” I think if he finds my clit, I’m bound to detonate immediately. It’s been so long since someone else has touched me, and the fact it’sTalmage, the one boy I’ve never gotten over? I’m ready to combust already.
He’s not a boy anymore.My brain supplies through the lustful haze.
No, he’s definitely not. He’s all man. Broad shoulders and thick biceps. Sharp jaw and—
He trails a slightly shaky finger through the wetness at my entrance, letting out a groan when he feels my arousal. I let out a moan at the minimal contact, my eyelids fluttering closed. Tal trails his finger up and down a few times before he brings it all the way up to my clit and presses down slightly.
