Page 47 of This for That (The Edge of Retaliation 1)
He’s about to make love to me.
With that.
With all of that.
I swallow and meet his eyes, and God, he looks so damned sexy I can’t wait a second longer. I lunge forward, and he catches me, hauling me up so my legs are around his hips. He walks us to the shower, our lips locked, kissing furiously. My hands roam his shoulders and his neck and his thick hair while he turns the shower on and when it’s warm, steps in.
The moment the water touches my skin, I shiver. I didn’t realize how cold I was until this moment. Tanner groans, and turns us so I’m in the water mostly, warming me up while he toughs it out. I wish there was something wrong with this man so I could find a reason to hide and run away, but there is nothing wrong with him. He’s so damned perfect it makes me ache.
When the shower is fully steamed up, my back hits the wall and Tanner’s kiss deepens. Our tongues dance, our lips crush together, and we’re both as frenzied as each other. Slowly, Tanner places me on my feet and steps back, looking at me with those hooded eyes. Then, he lowers down to his knees. My heart skitters and starts pounding harder when I realize what he’s going to do. He takes one of my legs and places my foot on his shoulder, and then his mouth is on me.
On my pussy.
His tongue glides through the folds and finds my clit.
I whimper and put my hands either side of the wall to steady myself, because I fear I’ll fall. Tanner licks and sucks, his tongue destroying every fantasy I’ve ever had and replacing it with a far better one. I’ve never believed this could feel so incredibly good, but I was wrong. So damned wrong. I whimper and moan as he devours my pussy like it’s his last meal and he’s walking death row.
I cry out in utter pleasure when an orgasm grips my body, making me tremble and whimper his name in pleasure.
I expect him to get up, but he doesn’t. Instead he raises a finger and slides it slowly into my pussy while his mouth continues to torment me in the best way. His lips close around my clit and he sucks, God, does he suck, while his finger slides in and out, very gently, coating itself in my pleasure. My fingers curl on the walls beside me and my head drops back as a pleasure unlike any pleasure I’ve ever felt rises to the surface.
When it erupts, I scream his name, my body trembling as the most incredible feeling washes over me. Tanner drags every last shudder out of me, and only then does he stand. His eyes meet mine, and he leans in, kissing me slowly, letting me taste myself on his tongue.
I’m ready.
I’m more than ready.
“I want you,” I whisper to him, reaching up and curling my fingers in his hair. “Now, Tanner.”
He takes me again, putting me up on his hips, and I can feel his cock pressing against me. This is going to hurt, I know it’s going to hurt, but I don’t care. I want to feel the burning pain as he enters me for the first time. I want to feel the stretch as my pussy caters to his cock. I want it all. The pain and the pleasure.
“This is goin’ to be uncomfortable, darlin’,” he murmurs. “Sorry.”
“I don’t care,” I whimper. “Please, fuck me, Tanner.”
“God damn,” he growls, and then slowly, he pushes himself into me.
The first part of it burns, God, does it burn. The stretch is out of this world, and my body recoils, trying to push him out of me. I clench my teeth and my fingers tighten in his hair.
“Relax, baby,” he growls, his voice throaty and thick. “It’ll hurt more if you don’t relax.”
I whimper as he pushes in farther, but I’m still fighting against the invasion. Tanner stops for a second, and his mouth finds mine. He kisses me, so deeply, so passionately, I forget what’s about to happen, I’m too focused on the incredible way his lips taste, the incredible way his tongue flickers against mine.
He pushes in.
I cry out as pain erupts in my body.
Don’t let romance novels fool you; this hurts like hell. Anyone who says it doesn’t is lying. A big fat lie.
I tense around Tanner, and he pauses for a moment, pulling back so he can look at me. “Sorry. It was the only way.”
“It’s okay,” I whisper. “It’s okay.”
I stare into his eyes and watch as water rolls down his forehead and drips over them, and I can’t believe that I’m lucky enough to be in here with a man that looks like he does, behaves like he does, and who is so damned incredible. I’m full of joy, but mostly, I’m grateful, because I never thought I’d experience this in my life. I honestly didn’t.
