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His fingers slip beneath the fabric, finding me wet and ready. "Like this?" he asks, circling my clit with maddening gentleness.
"Yes," I hiss, hips bucking against his hand. "God, yes."
Tank kisses his way down my body, taking his time, leaving no inch unexplored. When he hooks his fingers in my panties and slides them down my legs, I feel completely exposed, completely vulnerable — and yet completely safe.
"You're so fucking perfect," he growls, settling between my thighs, his breath hot against my core. "I'm going to make you come so hard you forget your own name."
The first touch of his tongue makes me cry out, my hands fisting in the sheets. He licks into me with deliberate precision, like he's mapping every sensitive spot, learning exactly what makes me tremble. When he slides two fingers inside me while sucking on my clit, I nearly come undone.
"That's it," he says, his voice vibrating against me. "Let go for me, baby. I want to taste you when you come."
His words push me over the edge. I shatter with his name on my lips, my thighs trembling around his head, pleasure radiating outward in pulsing waves. But he doesn't stop, working me through the orgasm and building me toward another.
"Tank," I gasp, tugging at his shoulders. "I need you up here. I need you inside me. Now."
He rises, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand in a gesture so primal it makes me throb. I reach for his boxer briefs, pushing them down his hips, freeing his erection. He's thick and hard, and I wrap my hand around him, stroking once, twice, watching his jaw clench with restraint.
Then, some idea flashes through my head and I change my mind. Just a little.
"My turn," I whisper, pushing against his chest until he rolls onto his back. I slide down his body, trailing kisses across his chest, tracing each tattoo with my tongue. When I reach his cock, I look up, meeting his eyes in the dim light filtering through the curtains.
"I want to taste you too," I tell him, my voice husky with desire.
Tank groans, his hand coming to rest on the back of my head, not pushing, just a gentle presence. "Fuck, Bianca, you have no idea what you do to me."
I smile, feeling powerful, feeling wanted. I wrap my fingers around the base of his shaft, lowering my mouth to swirl my tongue around the head. His sharp intake of breath is intoxicating. I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks, setting a rhythm that has his hips lifting off the bed.
"Jesus Christ," he hisses, fingers tightening in my hair. "Your mouth... so fucking perfect."
I hum around him, pleased by his reaction, by the way his muscles tense and tremble. I work him with my hand and mouth together, alternating between teasing licks and taking him deep, until his breathing becomes ragged.
"Bianca, stop," he finally gasps. "I'm too close. And I want to be inside you when I come."
But I'm not done with him yet. A wicked idea forms in my mind, fueled by the confidence his desire gives me. I release him with a last, lingering lick and crawl up his body.
"I want your mouth again," I tell him, my voice commanding in a way that surprises even me. "I want to ride your face while you make me come."
Tank's eyes darken with lust. "Fuck yes," he growls, his hands gripping my thighs. "Get up here."
I position myself over him, knees on either side of his head, gripping the headboard for support. When his tongue makes contact with my center again, I cry out, the sensation almost too intense.
"You taste so fucking good," he murmurs against me, his hands guiding my hips, encouraging me to move. "I could do this all night."
I rock against his mouth, finding a rhythm that sends sparks shooting up my spine. His tongue is relentless, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on my clit. When he slides his fingers inside me again, curling them to hit that perfect spot, I feel myself spiraling toward another climax.
"That's it," he urges between licks. "Take what you need. Use my mouth. I want to feel you come on my tongue."
His words push me over the edge. I throw my head back, crying out as pleasure crashes through me in waves, my thighs trembling around his head. Before I can recover, Tank flips us over, covering my body with his.
"I need to be inside you.”
Our eyes lock as he pushes forward, slowly stretching me, filling me inch by delicious inch. My breath catches in my throat at the intensity of it, at the way he watches my face for any sign of discomfort.
"You okay?" he whispers, holding perfectly still once he's fully seated within me.
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly deeper. "More than okay," I breathe. "Move, Tank. Please."
He starts with slow, measured thrusts, each one driving a little gasp from my lips. His control is impressive, but I can feel it fraying at the edges as I arch beneath him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
