Page 39 of Beyond the Rules
I smiled down on him, breathing raggedly, barely holding on myself. “Isn’t that theobjective?”
“Just…wait…sit tight for a sec,” he rasped, breathing small, ragged breaths. “Let me get my shit under control. This is good. You feel so good. Want ittolast.”
For his sake, I tried to remain still, even though my pussy was divinely full and his cock pulsed in me like a throbbing heart. I hadn’t had sex since before I went to jail. Before that, all the guys I’d been with were after instant gratification. They just wanted to get off, wham, bam, thank you ma’am. But Tanner, he was different. He wanted it to last. The intimacy between us intensified my need. I so wanted to move, rock and roll on his lap until we both disintegrated withpleasure.
“Just a little longer.” He cradled the back of my head and lowered my face to his, so he could kiss me, a gentle taking of my mouth that echoed the way his cock was taming my pussy around his root. “I want our bodies to remember what it was like to come togetherlikethis.”
God almighty. My entire body reacted in a convulsive clench. I held back with everything I had, because it seemed that his words alone could make me come. His eyes were fast on me as he lifted his mouth to my breasts and suckled my nipples. His breathing came hard but disciplined. I forced my breaths to sync with his, forced my body to stay still and my pussy to learnpatience.
“I want to…need to…” He closed his eyes and took a deepbreath.
“Tell me what you want.” My heart beat hard in my chest. “Tell me whatyouneed.”
“I want to… This first time? I need to…lay on the bedforme.”
Perhaps it was because his cock was buried deep in my pussy and we were physically connected. Perhaps our strong link transcended the physical and worked at a higher level. Whatever the reason, instinctively, I understood what he needed. Not a power trip or an ego boost, but to be the man he’d been before his wounds, to prove that he could please and be pleased, on his owntwofeet.
His heavy cock slipped out of me as I rose to my feet. Slowly, keeping the weight off my sore foot and my gaze on him, I backed away. His eyes feasted on my body, roaming over my face, then lowering to my chest, where I swear I could feel his long, dark eyelashes tickling my nipples. His gaze sloped down my ribs, slid over my belly and lingered over my sex like a long, lascivious lick echoed by the path of his tongue over his mouth as he moistenedhislips.
No one had ever looked at me like this before. Nobody had ever taken the time to drink me without touching me, to admire me the way that Tanner was doing now, to worship my naked body with his hunger. It made me feel beautiful in a very concrete, carnal, crazy-hot way that had my pussy steaming toward pleasure’sterminal.
My calves brushed against the edge of the bed. I bent my knees and sat on the mattress, a soft but keen contact with the silken coverlet that pebbled my skin and stoked my need for more of Tanner’s touch. Eyes fast on me, cock rearing between his legs, he pushed off the chair and, without help from his crutches, took the four steps necessary to reach me, his cock leadingtheway.
I looked up and studied him, his face etched with desire; his chest barreled and sturdy; his body strong, stocky, powerful; his cock thick, stout, and hardy, as resilient as the rest of him. I kissed his blunt tip, a slow meeting of lips and cockhead that rewarded me with a few drops of pre-come. Then I opened my mouth and swallowed him in a gulp that reached all the way down to the root before I brought my lips together and cradled his weight on my tongue to reverse mycourse.
His hips arched into my mouth and his fingers dug in my hair. “Oh, sweetheart.Sogood.”
I knew I was good. I’d studied the nuances of cock sucking online. Plenty of fellatio lessons on the web, some instructional, most impromptu, tons of examples. A guy usually didn’t last too long in my mouth. But Tanner wasn’t intimidated by my skills. In fact, he fought the good fight, fucking my mouth as thoroughly as my mouth was fucking him, casing my head with his hands, taking control ofthepace.
“Stop,” he muttered after a few minutes, holding my head still. “Fuck, Nina, you’ve got a magic mouthonyou.”
“The magic show is not over,” I mumbled between long, delicious licks. “I can make your comedisappear.”
“My come is gonna disappear.” He thumbed my lower lip, gaze smoldering with desire. “Inyou.”
If he so much as touched my clit right now, I’d go off like arocket.
He bent down to kiss me, a brush of lips that was a promise. “Leanback.”
Because I knew exactly what he needed, I laid back on the bedspread and parted my legs. Tanner’s eyes gleamed with appreciation. “You are spectacular.” He reached down between my legs and ran his fingers through my folds, circling my clit and teasing my opening with a touch that was gentle but also scalding. “I can’t believe you’re here. Thank you. For coming to us. For changing ourlives.”
It was if he believed I’d been fated to be here, in this house, with him. The sweetness of such hope added fuel to my fire. My breaths came in short gasps as he took his cock in his hand and guided it to my entrance. My breasts rose on my chest as he pressed into me. A tide of slow pleasure filled me up until his balls pushed against my opening and all of him was in me. I thought I’d die from pleasure when he started to move, sending waves that surged and ebbed in my depths. We both closed our eyes, enjoying the incrediblesensation.
I sighed from somewhere up in heaven. “You feelsogood.”
He bent over me and kissed one nipple and then the other. “You feelamazing.”
He took his time, flicking his tongue against my nipples, coiling it around my areola in small, tight circles. He moved up to my mouth, and kissed me in the same thorough way in which he was fucking me—long, hard, delicious strokes of cock and tongue that further opened my bodytohis.
God, how I’d needed this. I’d needed a hard cock in my pussy and a pair of strong arms to hold me, to remind me that I wasn’t a rootkit or a few random lines of code strung together to achieve some purely utilitarian purpose. I wasn’t an avatar humping another avatar; or a virtual reality fuck, which was the same thing as masturbation, really. I wasn’t a techy nerd seeking out a quickie in a dance club’s dingy bathroom if only to feelhuman.
For years—all my life—I’d needed a man, a red-blooded male with a compulsive urge to rut and fire burning through his veins to match the female in me. I’d needed a lover who knew what he was doing, a man to help me prove that I wasn’t just a hacker, or a techy, or a smartass ex-con fighting to get back on my feet, but an attractive, sexual woman, a woman worth fucking. I’d needed him, this man, Tanner. I needed him to need me. I needed all of this tofeelreal.
“This is not going to last much longer,” he growled againstmylips.
“Whatever you do,” I rasped between kisses, “please,don’tstop.”
“Can I come in you?” he murmured. “Can I spill my comeinyou?”