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McKenna wasn’t sure whether her legs were going to hold her up much longer. Controlling the need to touch Tag, to taste him, was harder than she thought. But, the feel of his warm mouth on her skin was sensual torture in the most pleasant form.
For some reason, she expected this from him. Never rushing, always savoring. That’s the impression she had of him since the very first time their eyes met. Oh, she didn’t doubt that he could get down and dirty, but this was something deeper.
She would do her heart a gigantic favor if she would just remember that this was all about pleasure and nothing more. But something in the way he touched her, looked at her, felt like more than just two bodies coming together for the sake of it.
She forced her eyes to remain open so she could watch as his mouth devoured her breasts, one at a time, gently laving her sensitive nipples with his tongue before sucking hard, sending spasms of need to her clit. McKenna watched as his tongue traced down the center of her tummy, then teasing her navel as he lowered himself to one knee, propping the other up and then lifting her foot until it rested on his hard thigh.
Peering down the length of her body, she moaned when his fingers separated her labia, one thick finger grazing her clit as his eyes shot up and met hers.
There were no words, but they weren’t necessary. Their bodies were communicating in ways McKenna wasn’t familiar with but wanted more of. When his tongue slid through her slit, her body spasmed, and she had to focus on keeping her knees locked or sliding to the floor in a puddle.
Exquisite. Fucking. Torture.
Tag’s hot tongue invaded her, slowly tracing her folds, gently lapping at her clit, and then slowly sliding inside of her repeatedly.
“Tag!” She couldn’t take much more of this. She was hanging by a frayed thread, her orgasm within reach.
For several long minutes, Tag teased her with his tongue, his lips, but never allowing her to reach the pinnacle. When he stood abruptly, McKenna wanted to scream, but she settled on a groan. Then his mouth met hers and Tag took from her as she gave everything in return. She tasted herself on his lips, reveled in the intoxicating feel of his body pressed against hers.
“Turn around,” he whispered as he continued to pepper her mouth with soft kisses.
She didn’t hesitate as she turned around, planting her hands on the wall only to have her entire body pressed closer until her breasts were crushed against the cold slate, her hands trapped.
When Tag began the same sensual torture from the back of her neck down to her bottom, McKenna just knew she was going to explode. The gentle scrape from the stubble on his chin down her spine sent chills into her hair, another moan escaping.
“Please, Tag.” She wasn’t sure what it was she wanted, but she needed more.
His finger trailed from the base of her spine, down between the crack of her ass until he easily spread her legs and speared her pussy with two fingers. She did scream then, her body instinctively rocking against the intrusion as she felt him rise to his full height once again. She prayed he wouldn’t stop what he was doing because she was so close...
“That’s it, baby.” Tag’s gruff voice rumbled in her ear, and she turned her head.
He gripped her neck with one large hand, sinking his teeth into her bottom lip as he thrust his fingers into her pussy over and over until she lost it. Her knees threatened to buckle as her orgasm ricocheted like stray bullets through her insides, her stomach muscles clenching painfully.
When Tag turned her, pulling her flush against his chest and backing them both under the hot water, McKenna leaned into him. It was all she could do to wrap her arms around his narrow waist, digging her fingernails into the rigid muscles of his back as she was assaulted repeatedly by the mini detonations that one orgasm had set off inside of her.
A few minutes later, Tag was helping her out of the shower, slowly drying her skin with a warm towel before using it to dry himself. McKenna was speechless as she watched Tag’s corded muscles bunch and flex with every movement. When he took her hand and led her back to the bedroom, she suddenly wished for sleep because she was exhausted from that one explosive release, but she wanted more.
He stopped and then turned her so the backs of her knees met the mattress; his warm, callused hands once again sending chills over her skin as he caressed her sweetly. Her mind was getting mixed signals from his touch, and she repeatedly reminded herself this was about sex. He was just showing her how sensual it could be when they came together, even without the rough, hard fucking they were both more accustomed to.
Before she knew what happened, McKenna was flat on her back, Tag’s sexy body coming down over her, his cock sheathed with a condom as he settled between her thighs.
When had he done that?
Her brain was fuzzy with desire to the point that she wasn’t paying attention to much of anything except the feel of his hard body beneath her fingers or the warmth of his mouth as he kissed her once more, long and deep this time.
When she felt the head of his cock pushing against her entrance, McKenna threw her arms around his neck, pulling him closer until their torsos were touching completely, the warm, heavy weight of him a welcome distraction to the thick penetration of his cock inside of her. He was big, she already knew that much, but as he pushed deeper, filling her perfectly, McKenna tried to relax in order to take him inside of her fully.
There was a small bite of pain, quickly absorbed by the intense pleasure. She wanted to rock her hips, to increase the friction, as nerve endings she didn’t realize she had, were suddenly begging for attention.
“Fuck.” Tag’s tortured groan tickled her ear. “You’re so fucking tight.”
Her body lit up from his words, and she tried to move once more, only to be held down by his body weight. To her delight, Tag began moving, just pushing deep, then pulling back as he continued to torment her.
“Please,” she begged, pulling his head to hers. “Please, Tag. I need to feel you.” Something about the way he looked at her had tears pricking her eyes and McKenna was scared of what it meant. She was becoming attached to him, and she knew it. He made it too easy for her to want things she swore she would never have.
“Feel me, baby.” Tag touched her cheek with the back of his fingers as he flexed his hips, pushing deeper. “You’re pussy’s so damn hot.”
McKenna closed her eyes briefly as she focused on the place where they were joined, the pulse of his cock inside of her and the overabundance of sensation as her body acclimated.
When the bed shifted, his weight suddenly disappearing, McKenna opened her eyes and stared up at him. He was kneeling between her thighs, still buried to the hilt. Long painful seconds ticked by before the gentle glide of his erection through the delicate tissue had her gasping for breath.
“Watch, McKenna,” Tag demanded. “Watch me fuck you.”
Biting her lip, McKenna focused on the pain she caused herself. That or she was going to come right then and there before he began moving.
He didn’t make her wait for long. Her eyes locked on the place where his body was joined with hers, and when he lifted her legs over his arms, she was treated to short, shallow thrusts of his hips, followed by longer, harder ones until he was fucking her hard and fast. She latched her fingers onto his thighs, trying to pull herself against him as he pounded into her over and over.
“Come for me, McKenna.” The words sounded as though they had been ripped from his chest, and when she looked up at his face, she noticed the sweat beading on his forehead.
The welcome tingle started deep inside of her, only to blossom into a full blown assault on her senses as another orgasm ripped through her, his name tumbling from her lips as she fought to hold on to him, scared if she let go, she’d never be the same again.