Page 81 of On the Ropes
“For fuck’s sake, Tabitha,” I swore. I shoved the now-open jacket off her shoulders. It pooled at her high-heeled feet. A lacy, red bra cupped the pale skin of her breasts, and she wore matching underwear that made my mouth water for a taste of her. She was all curved hips and dark ink and freckles.
“I was lucky that Target carried lingerie in the femme fatale vibe I was going for tonight,” she said.
I didn’t respond. Only stared at her in sheer, honest wonder. I fell to my knees in front of her and skated my palms up her smooth thighs. Caressed her belly with my lips. She shivered.
“Is your…” She paused. I heard the tremble. “Is your fantasy to your liking?”
I gave in and pressed my face between her legs, mouth open against the lace. “I don’t deserve you.”
She hooked her fingers under my chin. Lifted. “Yes, you do.”
The look we shared threatened to stop my heart again. Or send it into overdrive. There was temporary fun, and then there was this—Tabitha staring down at me like I was the only thing that mattered.
My hands moved up the back of her thighs, gripping her round ass. I could have fucking wept. I pulled her ass cheeks apart, hefting them in my hands.
Her eyelids fluttered. “What’s next in this fantasy of yours?”
I nuzzled against all that red lace, already slick with her arousal. “I want to make you come right here. With my mouth.”
I waited for her permission. She granted it by hooking her leg over my shoulder with a nod and flushed cheeks. I used my other shoulder to pin her leg in place. Spread one hand across her belly to steady her. With my other, I grabbed the edge of those lace panties and pulled them to the side.
At the sight of Tabitha’s pussy, an all-consuming lust guided me forward. She was slick. Wet. I inhaled the smell of her naked skin, felt my cock harden to the point of physical pain. This close, in this position, it wasn’t possible for me to second-guess what I wanted. She was right there, open for me. Legs wrapped around my head. I tasted her with my tongue, diving into her folds. She was earthy and lush. Sweet. A strangled groan ripped from my chest. Her fingers twisted in my hair. I gave her the laziest lick I could manage, savoring her. Committing this act, this moment, to memory. When I reached her clit, she gasped.
Spreading her, I dipped my mouth lower and wiggled my tongue inside of her, licking as deeply as I could. I felt her reaction—a tremor in her legs. Fingers, scratching at my skin. I slid in and out, an easy rhythm. Realized I could do this for the rest of my goddamn life—fucking Tabitha with my tongue against a door—and die happy.
“How do you…do that?” she sighed, hips rocking into my mouth. I let my gaze travel up the length of her body. Watched her writhe above me, head tipped back. I groaned against her skin. Replaced my tongue with two fingers—gently, working them inside, eying her closely for signs of what she liked. What she craved. I hooked the pads of my fingers against her inner walls. A smile bloomed on her face—fast, euphoric.
“Like this?” I asked, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh.
“Yes…” She nodded. “Oh yes, like that.”
I didn’t stop moving my fingers. I lowered my tongue to her clit. Curled around it. Circled it. Lapped at it as a bead of sweat ran down her chest. She looked out of her fucking mind. I was there too, mindless and nothing but need.
I pulled the cup of her bra down and rolled her nipple back and forth against my palm. Tabitha let out a garbled cry, ending on a moan, hips punching forward.
“How about this?” I sucked her clit between my lips.
“Fuck,” she whispered harshly. Her hands slapped against my shoulders. I grinned—couldn’t help it. Then I doubled everything in intensity—fucked her faster. Lapped at her clit. Pinched her nipple as her cries grew louder and more nonsensical. When she began chanting my name, I knew she was close. Wanted to roar out a primal scream with the power surging through me—that I could bury my tongue in Tabitha’s pussy and get her off, fast, like this. Hot and eager and urgent, like this. That Tabitha Tyler was gripping my hair and riding my face and then coming, coming, coming.
“Oh my God, oh my…oh my…” she panted.
I watched her, greedy for her release. Her flushed chest, exposed throat, hard nipples. The way she shivered all over and I had to hold her up. The way I was lucky to do this for her.
She stared down at me, catching her breath. Her dark eyes were wide. Her bun had come undone, red strands everywhere.
I stood and gave her a fast, brutal kiss. Then I bent at the knees and scooped Tabitha into my arms like she was my blushing bride.
“Wait,” she said quickly, “this doesn’t hurt right?”
I muttered, “If it did, I wouldn’t care,” against her lips and then proceeded to carry the woman of my dreams up the stairs and into my bedroom. I kicked the door open and nudged the light on. No more mechanical, impersonal sex. I needed to see all of her. I wanted her to see all of me.
I tossed her back onto the bed with more force than intended. I shed my clothing. Liked having her watch, liked the goose bumps it gave me. The strength. When I wrapped my fingers around my cock, stroking upward, her breathing got faster again.
Her knees dropped open. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip like I was something delicious she planned on devouring.
I lifted my chin at her, and she tossed her bra at me with a cheeky grin. The lace panties followed. Tabitha lay naked on my bed with swollen lips and disheveled hair. Every victory I’d ever had paled in comparison.
I had no clue what the hell I’d done in this life—or any other—to deserve this.
