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Oh. He isn’t running away from me. Not leaving me. Yet.
I loosen my grip and unlock my legs. And wait. He moves so that my legs are together, and he is straddling them. I should feel pinned down, but I don’t. I don’t feel anything but safe and curious. He places his hands up under the shirt that’s already rucked up where I had my legs wrapped around him and finds my hips.
“Nice and slow, baby girl. We’re going to go nice and slow.”
I lick my suddenly dry lips and nod. He inches his hands up so that the shirt is just under my breasts and my stomach is bare. He doesn’t rush and instead runs his fingers over my tummy. My hands go up to cover it instinctually, but he grabs them in one of his.
“Don’t try to hide from me, Peach.” He bends over and puts his mouth on the soft skin above my belly button causing the skin to break out in goosebumps. He rubs his cheek against me. “So soft.”
“Oh God!” Can you orgasm from just a touch? Not even a sexual one. “T…Tannen?”
I have no idea what I’m asking but it doesn’t seem to be urgent. Tannen takes my hands and places them above my head. “Don’t move those, baby.”
He runs his hands down my arms and sides until he is back at the tucked-in shirt. He meets my eyes as he pushes the shirt up over the curves of my breasts, dragging the material over my sensitive nipples and shocking a gasp from my throat. His eyes devour my body, and I feel his stare like it’s a physical touch.
“So pretty and round.”
I really hope he’s talking about my tits and not my belly. It’s kind of hard to tell since his hands have fallen to the just under the swells of my breasts, his thumb rubbing against the sensitive flesh.
I am hyperaware of my body, the intake of breath that makes my breasts rise and fall, my nipples that harden and crinkle under his intense gaze, the thundering of my heart right behindmy rib cage like it is trying to beat its way free. His eyes finally come back to mine.
“You’re fucking beautiful.”
“I…,” Is he just being kind or does he really think that? I'm not sure how to take that statement, not really. His thumb comes up to brush against the bottom swell of one of my breasts and I fight the urge to bring my arms down and stop him. Wherever his touch goes a streak of fire follows leaving my body hot and needy.
He slowly cups me in his hands and squeezes them. My hands come down when he does it, not because it hurts. Because…it doesn’t, and I just can’t seem to stay still. He quickly grabs my wrists and pins them to the bed again tsking as he meets my eyes.
“Bad girl!”
Oh! God! That might be even sexier than when he calls me a good girl. I squeeze my thighs together tight to keep from writhing under him. He’s giving me a half smile that makes me want to whimper and beg. This is so not like me, but then again, I’ve never been like this with Tannen…or anybody, but especially Tannen.
He licks his lips before he starts to lower his head. Before I can think about what he plans to do, he already has his mouth on me. He’s fast too because I cry out and his hand is instantly on my mouth keeping me from waking the whole house. He’s moved my wrists, so he is holding both of them in one hand.
Feeling his tongue on my hard nipple has my back coming off the bed and my legs twitching under him. My entire body tenseswhen he sucks the pebbled tip, the tug on my breast directly connected to the most sensitive part of my pussy.
I mumble into his hand and clench my fingers. He raises his head and slowly removes his hand. The cool air that replaces the hot heat of his mouth makes the hard little nub even tighter.
“What was that, sweetheart? I’m afraid I didn’t hear you.”
Chapter Eighteen
Tannen
Her eyes are unfocused, and she keeps moving her legs under me. I desperately want to hear what she will say, what sounds she makes. I want to hear her cry my name, scream for me to take her, plead with me to keep doing what I’m doing but I also don’t want anyone else -even the moms- hearing my Peach like this.
She’s made me possessive as a mother fucker, not of owning her but of being rewarded with all her moans, cries, and love. I don’t want anybody else getting that shit but me. Not that I don’t want her to love her mom -or hell, even my mom- but I want to be the only person she loves like this. I plan to do everything I can to make sure by the end of the week that she does.
“I…can’t. It’s too much.”
“What’s too much, sweet little Peach?” I lower my head to lick her other nipple while I maintain eye contact with her.
“Oh my God!” I slowly swirl my tongue around the tight peak. “I…Tannen…I’m…”
“Careful, little Peach, we don’t want our moms knocking at the door wondering what their children are doing in the dark during a snowstorm.” I gently take her stiff nipple between my teeth and bite down softly.
“I’m going to…orgasm if you don’t stop. I mean, I think I am. It…I can feel…it feels too good.”
I move swiftly, knocking her legs apart and lowering myself in between her thighs so I can rub my hard bare cock on her panty-clad pussy. When I nestle it into her I find a little surprise of my own…my little Peach is juicy.