Page 55 of Keeping Laryn
She had a point, but Casper wasn’t willing to give up control yet. Didn’t want to stop licking and sucking her tits. “Later, Laryn. I want to do this for you. Please?”
Her head fell back onto the mattress. “Gosh, it’s such a hardship. Fine, if you must keep pleasuring me, go for it. But I don’t want to hear any complaints later that our sex life is one-sided.”
Casper found himself laughing again. Yeah, this was definitely a new experience, one he was already addicted to. “So noted,” he told her, before lowering his mouth once more.
The next several minutes went by with no conversation between them, just moans from Laryn and lots of lip smacking on Casper’s part.
When she began to tremble beneath him once more, Casper moved. He sat up and got between her legs, pushing her thighs apart and scooting as far forward as he could. She wrapped her legs around him without prompting and looked down between them.
Casper held his cock, which was throbbing, and rubbed the mushroomed head up and down Laryn’s soaking-wet slit. “You were right, all my tests came back clear. And I haven’t been with anyone in over a year. Can I really take you bare? It’s okay to say no, Laryn.”
“Please, Tate. I want to feel you. All of you.”
That was all he needed to hear. Casper ran his cock up and down her folds for a moment, then used his palm to further lubricate himself with her juices. Laryn’s eyes were wide and she looked nervous, which wasn’t okay. She should be feeling nothing but arousal, not worry. When he took her, he wanted nothing but pleasure for her.
But he also wasn’t a saint. He needed to feel her around him,at least a little bit. Casper nudged just the tip of his cock inside her—and from the feel of that tight squeeze alone, the desire to shove himself all the way in was strong. But his control was legendary.
“Eyes on mine, Laryn,” he ordered.
Her gaze immediately swung up to his face and pleasure swam through Casper’s veins. There was no doubt who was in charge right now, and it was exciting. To be completely responsible for another person’s pleasure was a big deal. He wouldn’t let her down. Using one hand to desperately squeeze the base of his dick to keep from prematurely ejaculating, his other hand went unerringly to her clit, roughly stroking.
To his delight, her hips immediately pressed upward, making his cock slip inside her a bit more.
“That’s it, Laryn, just feel. I got you. You coming around my tongue earlier was like heaven. But feeling you grip my cock will be a dream come true. Trust me, Laryn. Let go.”
Laryn could hardly believe she was here. In her bed with Tate’s cock partly inside her. She’d wanted this for so long. And it was so much better than she’d dreamed. The man knew what to do with his mouth, that was for sure. She’d come so hard earlier as he’d eaten her out, and she was on the verge of another orgasm already, this one even bigger than before, if that was possible.
“Tate,” she whispered, feeling overwhelmed. When he’d asked if she wanted kids earlier, she’d actually been disappointed that she was on the pill—which was crazy. Things between them were moving at the speed of light. She knew she loved this man, but could he honestly have a complete change of heart when it came toherin such a short time?
She wasn’t sure, but she’d never regret bringing him to her bed.
“That’s it, Laryn. I got you. Let go.”
For some reason, she was terrified to come again. The first time was kind of a surprise. She’d never really loved men going down on her, but she’d obviously been primed and ready. Now she was thinking too hard. She looked weird when she came. A former partner had told her that. And Tate’s position would let him see all of her. There was no hiding from him.
She was looking into his eyes, as he’d requested, but suddenly it was too much. All of this. She’d loved this man forever and if she disappointed him, if she couldn’t take all of him, if he was disgusted by her body’s reaction to an orgasm, if he decided after this was over that he didn’t really want to be with her…she’d be devastated.
Laryn squeezed her eyes shut and willed her orgasm to fade.
Tate stopped moving, and she could sense him hovering over her. His dick was still only partially inside her, and it felt as if she was being split in two with just that much. She was going to disappoint him, which was soul-crushing.
She opened her mouth to tell him she’d changed her mind. That she didn’t want this—which was a huge lie, but at this point, she’d do anything to protect her heart from breaking into a million pieces. But then she felt his lips on her cheek. Then her eyes. Then he nuzzled that sensitive place right under her ear.
He was kissing her in what felt like the most loving way. She was overwhelmed. Confused.
“I know,” he whispered against her, reading her mind. “It’s overwhelming. Huge. Feels like we’re on the cusp of something big and scary.”
“Something’s big and scary, all right,” Laryn couldn’t help but say.
He chuckled, and she felt it between her legs as much as she did against her chest, where he was touching her.
“Open your eyes, Laryn.”
She didn’t want to. Really didn’t. But she was a damn adult. She’d gotten herself into this position, literally, and she needed to woman up. Besides, this was Tate. The man who she’d cuddled against her breast when he was feeling vulnerable and confused after waking up the morning after the bar. The man she’d spent the last three years doing everything in her power to keep safe while he was doing his job. And the person she’d gotten to know in the last thirty-six hours was even better than the guy she’d known already.
She opened her eyes.
His ice-blue gaze was right there, looking back. The concern she saw was soothing, but the desire was still there as well. And it was that desire in the face of her being a flake that made her relax a fraction.
