Page 53 of Keeping Laryn
Laryn was curvy, he’d known that from seeing her the other night. But her thighs were now on full display, and all he could think about was getting between them. Touching them to see if they were as soft as they looked. The thought of those thighs wrapped around his ears as he ate her out almost made him hyperventilate.
“I’m on the pill,” she informed him.
It took a second for her words to sink in. “What?”
“The pill. I want kids, but maybe not right this second. Assuming the tests you guys went through last month came out all right, if you wanted…I mean…” She was blushing now, and Casper’s fingers itched to touch her. To strip off the rest of her clothes and have her stand in front of him completely nude so he could drink his fill of her.
“If you want to come inside me…you can. I’m good too. Haven’t been with anyone in years. No one could compare toyou, if I’m being honest.”
It was all Casper could do not to throw this woman on the bed and rip off her underwear and plunge deep inside her. But as he’d told her earlier, he wasn’t a small man, and the last thing he’d ever do was hurt her. Instead, he stepped back into her personal space and reached for the hem of her tank top.
“May I?” he croaked.
She lifted her arms above her head as she stared him right in the eye and gave him a small, shy smile.
That was all the encouragement he needed. He ever so slowly inched the material higher and higher. The anticipation was killing him, but it was making this moment all the more carnal at the same time.
Her hair fluttered around her shoulders after he’d gotten the tank up and off. She stood in front of him with her chin lifted and her shoulders back. She wasn’t wearing a bra, probably because the tank top had built-in support. Her tits were…glorious. Large, but perfectly proportioned for her curvy body. Her areolas and nipples were a pinkish-tan color, and as he looked his fill, her chest began to rise and fall faster and her nipples hardened, as if begging for his touch.
But he wasn’t done unwrapping the best present he’d ever received.
His palms itching to map her entire body, Casper did his best to be patient. He hooked his thumbs under the elastic of her underwear and slowly pushed the material down her thighs. She stepped out of the garment and kicked them to the side.
This woman was all his hopes and dreams wrapped up in one gorgeous package. He could hardly believe she’d been hiding this perfection under the baggy coveralls she wore every day.
The dark hair between her legs was neatly trimmed and the little belly pooch she had was so womanly, so sexy, so different from his own chiseled body, Casper was in awe. He reached out, his thumb caressing a small tattoo just inside her bikini line. It was a wrench. Which was so…Laryn, that he couldn’t help but smile.
“I got that after my dad passed away. It’s silly, but I wanted to carry a part of him with me at all times.”
“It’s not silly at all. It’s sexy. And sweet.”
Casper went to his knees. More like he collapsed at her feet.His legs didn’t feel as if they could hold him up any longer. But the position put his mouth at eye level with her pussy. He leaned forward and kissed the small tattoo.
He heard Laryn take a small inhalation as he lightly placed his hands on her waist and looked up.
“Tell me you want this,” he said.
“I do.”
“Tell mewhatyou want. In detail,” he ordered, needing to hear from her lips that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
If he thought she was going to be shy and demure, he was wrong.
She smirked down at him and shoved a hand into his hair, curling her fingers so her nails lightly scratched against his scalp. “I want you to eat me out while you’re kneeling at my feet. Then I want you to get naked and let me give you head. Then fuck me and come inside me like you said you wanted to.”
Casper was moving before he thought about it. His hands tightened on her waist as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to her pussy.
She gasped and her stance widened, giving him more room to work. But it wasn’t enough. Casper grabbed one of her thighs and lifted it to his shoulder, completely opening her up to him.
He aggressively went after what he’d been dying for—the taste of her arousal. He found her clit and licked it roughly, loving the way she squirmed in his arms and the little squeaks that escaped her lips.
He ate her out as if she were his last meal and he was dying tomorrow. Neither of them had showered, but that was the last thing on his mind right about now. All he could think about was making her come. He wanted that. Needed it.
And even with his face between her legs, or maybe because of it, he could smell cookies. That vanilla scent would from thispoint on make him hard as a rock. Because it would remind him of this moment. Of her arousal mixed with her sweet scent.
“Tate!” she exclaimed as he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked. She jerked in his arms and both hands were now in his hair, holding on for dear life. Casper’s cock was leaking precome like a sieve, but he barely noticed. All his attention was on the woman in his arms, under his lips. He licked, sucked, nipped, and drank down every drop of arousal she gifted him.
And when he shifted and got one hand between her legs, the feel of how tight she was when he eased a finger inside her made him grunt in anticipation. She was going to squeeze the hell out of his dick. It would be all he could do not to come the second he got inside her.
