Page 69 of Love… It's Wild

The room is foggy from the hot shower continuously cascading down the drain. The water a backdrop to my stifled moans and pants of erotic proportions.

Rob nips and sucks, laps and licks every inch of my core. His fingers continue their teasing dance, and I start to convulse. My legs shake, my back arches, my core tightens, and my eyes bolt open.

I climax. Waves of desire rush through my body as I gyrate on the vanity, half-moving away from his mouth against the ultra-sensitive bud and half-moving closer to him because I need more.

My thighs grip his head. I’m unable to control my body’s raging desire to scream with satisfaction and jump off this vanity and mount him against any surface I can handle.

He rises to his feet and kisses me. The tang of my arousal coats his lips.

My hands find his belt buckle, and I free him. His cock is thick and hard; he’s clearly turned on from the pleasure he derived with his very mouth.

I stroke the long length of him in my hand, and he hisses against my tongue.

“You don’t have to return the favor.”

“I’ve been dreaming about having this cock in my mouth.”

“Fuck, you can’t say shit like that.”

“It’s true. I want to drink your pleasure and suck the meanness out of you.”

“When you have me like this, I’m putty in your hands.”

I fall to my knees and look up at him. My mouth is so close to the head of his cock as I open and close it, teasing him with the darting of my tongue.

“Tara,” he warns, and I smile as my commanding man is back.

With my eyes trained on his, I take him into my mouth. My tongue wide against the base, I curve up the tip and flick the pleasure vein before dipping back down.

He grips the edge of the vanity as I feel his hips flex.

I grip his balls and take one in my mouth, sucking on it fully before going to the next. As I go down on him, I hold his balls in my hand and grip his ass with the other, fully encasing him.

“Baby, I’m about to come.”

I grip his ass harder, letting him know he isn’t going anywhere.

He comes, and it’s hot and more than a mouthful. I drink him in.

When I’m done, he pulls me up by the shoulders and kisses my neck, my nipples, my clavicle, and then my lips.

“We can’t do this again,” he sighs against my neck.

I push him away, but he pulls me flush against his chest.

“Not with the kids in the house. This was risky.”

I relax into the scent of him. “I haven’t had to sneak around like this in decades.”

He takes a step back and brushes my hair off my face with the palm of his hand. “I can’t give you what you want, Tara.”

My heart drops at his words. I lift my chin and smile anyway. “I’m a grown woman. I know how to handle a casual relationship.” I bite his shoulder and then shimmy away.

Rob takes my underwear off the floor and holds them out to me.

“Keep them. A souvenir to remember me by when I’m all alone downstairs with only the memories of what that mouth just did to my body.”

He lets out a visceral growl. “You’re gonna be the death of me, aren’t you?”

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