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I can’t help but bury my face in her sweetness and chuckle. I’m glad she thinks it’s good, but I want it to be so good her eyes roll into the back of her head. I want it to be addictive, so she comes back to me time and time again. I want her to love me but if it has to start with her being addicted to the things I can do to her body, I’ll take it.

I focus on her clit and feel her body tense up, her nails sink into my scalp and her hips try to rise off the mattress. I grab both her thighs and keep them right where I want them, spread wide for me.

“Tannen! Tannen! I’m…”

“Be quiet, love. We don’t want to wake the moms.”

If she caught the slip in pet names she doesn’t let on as she arches off the bed almost sitting up as she covers her mouth and floods my mouth with her sweet, sweet flavor. Her thighs shake beside my head and her pussy flutters around my face as I take her over the edge and right into the sweetest release.

Chapter Nineteen

Marley

I wake up slowly thinking I’m having one of those amazing dreams again where I pretend to be sexy and sultry and know what the hell I’m doing. And Tannen -because in these dreams it is always Tannen- can’t keep his hands off me, needing me as badly as I need him. On the mornings I wake up from one of those dreams I try so hard to cling to sleep begging my brain to go back even as I open my eyes to find out I’m alone in my room and Tannen is hundreds of miles away.

This morning is different though, when I open my eyes the dark, sinful feelings in my body don’t go away. This morning when I open my eyes, I’m not alone. There is a huge man in between my legs holding them open with his wide shoulders and eating my pussy like it’s Christmas morning and I’m the gumdrop.

My body is so hot and so primed that I don’t have long before I’m cumming again. His hands are on my breasts and his fingers keep rolling my nipples back and forth giving them gentle squeezes in between.

“T…Tannen?”

I can’t tell if this is one of my dreams or real life. It’s never felt like this. I’ve never gotten this far in any of my dreams. The light hasn’t been shining in the window in my dreams.

“Hmm, what is it, Peach?”

Oh God! This is real. Tannen is really licking my pussy.

Last night was different. There was still a dream quality to it. The house was quiet and dark, the fireplace gave a dim glow to everything, and it was easy to be brave and pretend. Today, the sun is shining, and he can make out every detail the shadows might have helped conceal. And yet he’s still eating me like he can’t get enough.

“I’m…I…”

“Cum for me, Marley. Cum for your older neighbor.” He bites the side of my leg before going back to eating me, one hand leaves my breast and grabs one of my hands, so our fingers are entwined.

It’s too much. Too much intimacy, too many feelings, too close to my favorite dream, it’s all too much. My back bows, my thighs shake, and he has to cover my mouth to keep me from crying out his name. When I’m done, little aftershocks tremble through my body, and I become more aware of everything around me. The fact that our hands are still connected, and Tannen has his head resting on my lower belly like it was perfectly meant to go right there are the first things that seep into my orgasm-fogged brain.

My other hand is lying on his head, stroking his short hair. If anyone were to look it would almost seem like we were lovers. The thought -and the image of us- are enough to break my heart. Because the truth is not that at all.

“Kids,” we jump when we hear his mom’s voice from somewhere down the hallway, “come eat and play in the snow with us.”

“We probably shouldn’t tell them I’ve already had my breakfast, huh?”

My cheeks burst into flames and my eyes widen. Before I can say a word, Tannen is crawling up my body to drop a kiss on my mouth before getting out of bed. I roll my lips inward and taste myself on them, shared by Tannen in that quick kiss, reminding me of how I woke up this morning and went to bed last night. What I wouldn’t give for it to be my every morning and night?

“We should probably go or they’re going to be up here rushing us out the door.” Tannen gives me one of his killer smiles and I push back the feeling of impending doom that sits heavy in my chest. I have this day and that is what I am going to focus on. Not what might happen later when Tannen leaves me.

We take turns in the bathroom before going down to be greeted by the moms who are at the stove talking in hushed whispers. When we come in, they quickly turn and try to pretend innocence. I wonder what they are up to now.

“The snow stopped.” My mom takes a long look at me while saying it making me wonder, can she tell what me and Tannen were doing last night and this morning?

No! She couldn’t possibly. Right?

“Can you believe we’re going to have a white Christmas? I can’t wait to get out there and build a snowman. Right, Ruby?”

“Oh, yes, and hot chocolate after, Kate. Won’t that be fun, guys?”

“Why does it feel like you two have something up your sleeves?” Tannen asks the question I have going through my mind on repeat.

“Suspicious child. When did they get so suspicious, Ruby?”