Page 36 of Tav
Walking down the hall to check on my Littles, the smooth sound of Tav’s voice drew me in. Watching as he sat sentinel between my two youngest, his quiet murmur as he read to them had the final walls around my heart breaking down. This man is everything. As he sat there misty eyed over gay penguins, I made a vow to make sure none of my filth, my past, touches his pure soul.
Gently, he takes my hand and leads me down the hall to what I assume is his room. He unlocks the door and lets it swing open. I was expecting his room to be all biker, smelly and manly or something. Messy clothes lying around, change on top of the dresser, that sort of thing. This? This is not quite what I was expecting.
“Tav, do you have something to tell me?” I take a step inside and turn a full circle. It’s somewhat simple, with plain walls and gray carpet. And that’s where the simplicity ends. A queen bed sits in the middle of the room and he even has a headboard. A single man with a headboard. There are bedside tables with matching lamps and a dresser that matches the side tables. There is a small loveseat at the foot of the bed with a throw rug draped over the arm. On the wall opposite the bed sits a small desk and chair with his laptop and another lamp. Everything matches, and he even has cushions on his bed, where he has not one, but four fluffy pillows. I complete my circle and my gaze lands on Tav. He’s standing near the bed, looking sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck with his big hand.
“Um, I kinda got obsessed with home shows after my parents died. It got so bad Pops got me a therapist. She said it was away for my young brain to switch off and not think about what happened when my parents died.”
Oh, my poor Tav. He’s told me before what happened to his parents. If I had crossed paths with the person who did it, I would have made them pay for taking this sweet man’s parents. I said something along those lines to him once, and he gave me an odd response about his sister Tuesday. She’s a mystery, that one.
“Well, I love your taste in decor, but now I feel even worse that you’ve been hanging out in my terribly decorated home. Oh my god! I’ve even let you sit on my stained couch with mismatched cushions!”
I’m horrified by this thought, but it’s stolen away the moment Tav growls, closes the space between us and kisses the living daylights out of me.
“I love your house. Say another word about it and I’ll spank that ass,” His eyes glitter at his threat and even though my initial reaction is to shove him off and yell that he’ll never put his hands on my ass, my lower stomach clenches at the thought. The hussy.
“I’d like to see you try,” I smirk up at him
“Challenge accepted baby,”
He places his hands on both sides of my face, then smashes his lips to mine again, his tongue running along my bottom lip, seeking entrance. I open for him, letting his tongue glide along mine before I suck it gently, drawing a deep moan out of the man I can’t get enough of.
I think I vaguely hear his door slam shut, but I’m too busy trying to get my hands up his shirt. I want to feel his smooth skin on my hands. He breaks the kiss, removes his cut, draping it over the arm of the loveseat, before grabbing his shirt behind his neck and pulling it over his head. Why the hell is that so hot?
“Get naked Pixie. I want that sweet pussy of yours.”
I don’t need to be told twice. I tear off my clothes as fast as I can, only taking my time when I get to my jeans. Taking my mompanties off with the denim, I fold them over in a pile so Tav can’t see them. If he even got a glimpse of my bamboo cotton, high waisted, muffin top control underwear in a very sexy old lady purple, his manhood, which is pointing directly at me, would shrivel up into his body, taking those nice balls with it.
He steps toward me, giving me a gentle swat on my ass that has me spinning to glare at him.
“On the bed, Pixie, I’m dying to feel you wrapped around me. Please. I need you baby.”
Well, when he puts it that way. I place one knee on the bed, then deliberately, slowly, add my other knee. I crawl toward the middle of the bed achingly slowly, wanting to tease Tav as much as I can before the lust takes us both over. It turns out he has other plans. His large hands grip my ass cheeks, then he spreads them apart, groaning at the sight.
His warm breath tickles my core and in a quick movement his tongue licks me from clit to asshole, taking my ability to think and hold myself up on my hands.
“Hmmm, just like that baby, chest to the bed ass up is how I want you.” His fingers swipe through my folds, gently grazing my sensitive nub, drawing a whimper from my lips. “Fuck baby, so wet for me, so perfect.” and with that, he feasts on me like a starving man.
Sounds coming from both of us are obscene and I can’t find it in me to care. Tav slides a thick finger into me, his thumb strumming my clit while his mouth and tongue work on my lower lips. My hands fist the covers on his bed, holding on for dear life, but it’s no use. In a few short moments I can feel the tremble of my legs working its way up to my core, which explodes, sending a shock of pleasure through my body, my tightly clenched eyes seeing stars. My body shudders with violent aftershocks as my legs give way and I end up lying on mystomach, legs clenched tight as my orgasm keeps hitting me like little electric shocks.
Tav isn’t done yet. I remember this from our first time together, the man is insatiable. He climbs onto the bed, his strong hands rest either side of my head as he straddles my legs, his precum dripping onto my ass cheeks.
“Come on, baby, open up for me. Let me into that perfect pussy I’ve been dreaming about.”
He rubs his hard rod up and down my ass before angling himself down, his cock poking at my folds through my closed legs, drawing a moan from me.
“Fuck baby, your pussy is so wet for me,”
“Tav! Stop teasing me!” I pant breathlessly, clawing at the bedding.
His cock nudges me exactly where I want him, so I angle my ass up slightly, letting Tav slide home in one thrust, both of us moaning in unison.
His name is a mantra on my lips as I lose the ability to say anything other than Tav.
“Fuck baby, that’s it, take me, take me all the way, you feel so perfect, I love the way you take me, just like that,” he moans over and over, praising me, making love to me, his body draped over mine, touching me from head to toe. He’s everywhere.
My moans almost drown out his commentary, his praise.
“God Pixie, I can’t last, you feel too good, too right, I need you to come baby, work those hips, that’s it, good girl, grind against me baby, work it, yeah, just like that.”