The Heart of Us, page 16
“I'm not sure I'll like that...” She glances down. “It's been a long, long time since I've had a man...down there.”
Sadly, that doesn't surprise me.
“Don't be self-conscious. If I was any more obsessed with how much I want to taste you, you'd call me a freak.”
“I just worry you won't like it.”
“Are you nuts?”
She shrugs.
“I'm on my knees for you, baby. Let me worship you the way you deserve.”
Tatum nods, giving me the permission I need. She grips her fingers on the edge of the counter and steadies herself.
“Keep your eyes on me.”
Slowly, I kiss my way farther up, feeling her squirm with every lick and suck. I take my time as I make my way to her pussy.
“Fuck, baby. I can smell your arousal already.” I swirl my finger through her wetness and groan.
Her breathing hitches as her head falls back.
“Eyes down here, Tatum,” I demand.
She does what I say. “I want you to watch just how much I enjoy tasting you.”
I inhale her scent before sliding my tongue between her folds. She hisses between her teeth and squirms against my face as I switch between licking and sucking her clit.
“How's that feel?” I ask.
“Intense and so, so good.”
“Good. Hold on tight.” I wink, then position one of her legs over my shoulder and sink back into her sweet cunt.
I flick my tongue over and over, creating buildup with every stroke and moan. Tatum's losing her ever-loving mind, and I can't get enough of her panting for more.
“You want my fingers, baby?” I ask for permission.
“Yes, please,” she begs, breathing hard.
As I slowly slide a finger inside, I keep my eyes on hers. Her mouth opens, then I add another.
“Holy shit,” she hisses. “That's amazing.”
I smirk as I return to her clit and thrust two fingers in deep.
Her body convulses, and I know she's almost there. I keep my pace, feeling her pussy tighten around my knuckles.
“God, yes...fuck,” she cries out, arching her hips as I continue flicking her clit. “Right there.”
And like a bomb, she explodes.
“So goddamn beautiful when you come, baby,” I tell her once I'm on my feet. “Wanna taste how sweet you are?”
All she can do is nod, and I smirk, bringing my mouth down on hers.
“I've never experienced anything like that,” she says in awe. “I can't believe how good it was.”
“Not bad for being a younger man, right?” I smirk, wiping my chin.
“For someone so sweet and caring, you sure are arrogant,” she mocks, adjusting her dress over her hips.
“Only about things I'm confident about.”
“Okay, well, I can't promise I’ll be that good, but I want to return the favor.” She notices the hard imprint of my cock through my jeans.
Before I can respond, the oven timer goes off.
Of fucking course.
I kiss her temple when she groans. “It's okay. I want to feed you first because you're gonna need the energy for what I have planned for us tonight.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
TATUM
My limbs feel like Jell-O after Easton gave me the orgasm of the century. I truly never knew it could be this way. Although I wanted to pleasure him, I was glad for the break so my heart could catch up to my head. I'm not sexually experienced beyond missionary and want nothing more than to make him feel good. Justin was the only man I had been with, but he stopped putting my needs first, even before our marriage fell apart.
But that doesn't mean I don't want to try. They say it's just like riding a bicycle, right?
I wish I was bold enough to text Oakley for tips, but I'm not ready to open that box. She doesn't need all the dirty details, though she’d ask for them.
“Ready to get in the hot tub?” Easton asks after we eat and clean the kitchen.
“Umm...hold on. Can you sit on the couch for me?” I ask nervously.
He pops a brow. “Sure.”
I adore how he's so willing to just go with whatever I ask. He has the patience of a saint.
Once he's settled, I stand between his legs and kneel. He wraps his hands behind his head, giving me full access to him.
“I want you to tell me what you want me to do,” I tell him.
“Undo my button and zipper,” he commands with fire in his eyes, and I do. I keep my gaze locked on his, ready and willing. “Lower my jeans and pull out my cock.”
I slowly unzip as I anticipate seeing him. Easton doesn't rush me. He stays silent and patient as I nervously fumble my way through it.
With both hands, I pull down his pants as he lifts his hips to help. His thick cock springs free, and my mouth waters at the sight of it.
Good Lord.
“Now what?” I ask hoarsely.
“Spit on it and stroke my shaft,” he orders.
Bringing the tip to my lips, I spit over the crown. When it's nice and slippery, I grip him, then slowly stroke up and down. He releases a groan, and I move faster, the friction of my hand and his velvety skin making him harder.
The thick vein under his shaft bulges, and it’s obvious he likes the way it feels.
“Wrap those pretty lips around my cock, Tatum. Suck hard, slow, fast, deep—however you want. I promise it'll feel amazing no matter what you do.”
He knows I need reassurance, and I appreciate that he doesn't make me question myself.
Sitting up higher on my knees, I bring his tip to my mouth and open. He smells so manly, and I can't get enough. I inhale, then push him inside me.
Easton releases a moan that encourages me to keep going. His fingers tangle in my hair as he slowly guides me up and down his length.
“Play with my balls with your other hand,” he grits out.
I nudge his legs wider with my elbow and reach between his thighs.
“Careful,” he adds. “They're sensitive.”
As softly as I can, I cup and massage them as I stroke and suck on his cock. Saliva is all over my chin and fingers as I go deeper.
“Fuck, Tatum...that's perfect. You're working me so goddamn good.”
His compliments fill my stomach with butterflies, and I want nothing more than to help him lose control.
Every time I squeeze my lips around him, he buckles underneath me. I stroke him harder as I hollow my cheeks, noticing how it drives him crazy.
“Shit, baby. I'm gonna come. Move back.”
This time, though, I don't listen.
I tighten my grip and increase my pace. If he can eat me out and lick my arousal, I can swallow his.
“Tatum...” He runs his fingers through my hair and gently tugs, but I stay planted. “Fuck.”
With a guttural groan, his thighs shake against me as he releases down my throat. I swallow him down, loving how he tastes. Licking my lips, I meet his satisfied gaze. Easton cups my face, and our mouths collide. He groans, pulling me on his lap, then cups my ass.
“Best fucking blow job I've ever had,” he murmurs.
I snort. “Doubtful.”
“Swear to God, Tatum. You kneeling between my legs with my cock in your mouth is a vision I'll never forget.”
I feel the same about the way he ate me out in the kitchen.
My bare pussy grinds against his erection. I shift slightly to see if he notices.
“Tatum...” he warns as he grips my hips to stop me.
“Oh sorry, you probably need an hour to, uh...” I nod toward his groin.
He snaps his eyes to me, disbelief in them. Then he bursts out laughing. “Oh, woman. I'm about to blow your damn mind and show you exactly why being with a younger man is gonna be the best experience of your life.”
My heart skips a beat at his arrogant tone.
“But I did promise you a date night in the hot tub so we could watch the moonrise.”
Seriously? He wants to stop? We can go in the hot tub any other night.
“You look disappointed.” He brushes my hair back, then buries his face in my neck. “Is that because you liked my tongue in your pussy?”
A shiver rolls through me. “Yes,” I whisper.
“What else do you want in that tight little cunt of yours?”
The way those sexy words fall from his mouth like he's asking about the weather boggles my mind. His confidence intimidates me, but I can’t let my insecurities get in the way of what I really want.
Him. All of him.
“You,” I say when he cups my breast.
“No, I want to hear you say it. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you.” He pinches a nipple, causing my head to spin.
I swallow hard, finding every ounce of courage I have left. Not only has no man ever asked me that question but I’ve also never experienced foreplay dirty talk. Have to admit I love it.
Easton’s intense gaze almost has me chickening out, but then I remembered a couple of romance books I read recently. All the heroines took charge of their sex lives and weren’t afraid to admit what they wanted from their partners. It was empowering to see these women find love and the man of their dreams. If they could, then so can I.
“I want you to want me as much as I want you.”
“Already done, my love. I’ve been infatuated with you since the moment we met. That turned to an addiction to see you every chance I could, and now I'm obsessed. I need you in my life. Have no doubt that my world revolves around you completely.”
“Those are some really strong words,” I admit, on the edge of an emotional breakdown.
“I'm sorry if I admitted that too soon, but I'll always be up front with you, Tatum.”
He swipes my cheeks, and I feel foolish for crying. There's no reason I need to be this emotional. But again, no one's ever told me anything like this before. I've never been someone's world.
“Then I should be honest with you,” I say, clearing my throat. “I’ve had a crush on you since the start but hid it for obvious reasons. I've been slowly falling for you a little more each day since we've been in this house together, and I can no longer ignore it.”
“That's the most amazing thing I've ever heard.” He smiles, pulling my lips to his.
“I really want this,” I mutter, giving us both reassurance.
“Thank fuck, because I want your body, mind, and anything else you'll give me.”
I chuckle, grinding down on his lap and feeling him grow hard again.
“But not here. I want you in my bed,” he says. “I want to show you exactly what I see when I look at you.”
Huh? I have no idea what that means, but I climb off his lap so we can readjust our clothes, then he leads me upstairs.
“You see that full-length mirror in the corner?” He points at the white-framed one angled between the walls.
I nod, unsure of where he's going with this.
He takes my hand and moves me in front of it. As Easton stands behind me, he squeezes my arms and smiles at our reflection.
“I want you to see what I find so beautiful about you,” he murmurs in my ear as he slides my dress over my head. I wasn't wearing any undergarments, so I'm naked.
“Don't hide from me, Tatum,” he says when I instinctively cross my arms to cover myself. “These tits fit perfectly in my palm. I'd be lying if I said I haven't been fantasizing about them bouncing in my face while you ride me. I can't fucking wait to experience that with you.” I moan when he cups my breast and pinches a nipple. “I might be an ass man, but these are a close second.”
I chuckle as my cheeks heat. Looking at myself is a form of self-torture, right next to standing on a scale.
“I also love this little dip down your stomach. I want to trace my tongue between your breasts and down to your pussy. The perfect trail.”
My stomach is on the slimmer side, but my hips are wide. I gained a little weight with my last pregnancy, but then I gained even more when the depression of losing the baby hit. Though I’ve lost a little, there’s still some around my midsection.
“And don't even get me started on this fine ass of yours.” He slaps one cheek, then rubs the burn. “It's a cruel temptation I’ve tried not to stare at for the past two months.”
I smirk at the way he growls.
“Your strong thighs were made to straddle my face.”
I fight back the urge to laugh. He means my thick thunder thighs. The very ones Justin despised so much because they were chunky and covered in cellulite.
“But you're so much more than all of that, Tatum. Your heart...” He presses his palm to the middle of my chest. “That's the most beautiful part of you.”
Meeting his gaze in the mirror, I find his expression filled with pure sincerity.
“Now do you see what I see?” He grips my chin and turns my head to face him. “Do you see why I desire you?”
“No one's ever made me feel as wanted as you, and it's overwhelming. I've been ashamed of my body for so long. It's going to take me a while to love it as much as you do.”
The corner of his lips tilts up. “Fair enough. That just means I get to remind you until you do. Whatever it takes to heal every emotional and physical scar you have, I’ll do it till the day I die.”
I reach up and crash my mouth to his. I'm no longer falling for this man. I've straight up tripped and fell off the ledge, heart first into his arms.
Without another word, I reach for his zipper and pull down his jeans. He releases me to remove his clothes. As soon as he's naked, I take in every glorious inch.
Sweet Jesus. Not only is he younger but he's also rock hard all over.
“From this moment on, I’m yours, and you’re mine. I don’t want you second-guessing a thing when it comes to how I feel about you.”
“You’re very possessive,” I say with an amused grin.
“Protective,” he counters. “The only time I’ll control you is when you ask me to. Otherwise, you’re in charge, baby.”
I have no idea how to be in charge, but I have a feeling I’m going to like exploring it.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
EASTON
I wait for Tatum to make a move, and when she stares blankly up at me, I know she’s out of her comfort zone when it comes to asking for what she wants.
“Tell me what you want me to do, and I’ll do it,” I tell her.
“I want you to make me lose control.”
Instead of asking her to elaborate, I press our mouths together and guide her to the bed. She lies down, and I tower over her, placing a knee between her legs.
“Show me how you touch yourself.”
Her doe eyes meet mine.
“Or do you need your vibrator?” I grin.
“I mean, if you don’t think you can do the job, sure.”
“That’s hilarious. You know damn well I can. And I will. Over and over until you beg me to stop. Until you lose your voice from screaming all night, and your body is limp from pleasure.”
She gulps, and it causes me to laugh.
“So I’ll say it again...show me how you make yourself come.”
“There’s that bossy tone I’ve grown used to,” she taunts, moving a hand down to her pussy.
Slowly, she rubs circles over her clit, and I watch as the buildup makes her squirm. I slide a finger down her slit until it’s covered in her juices, then thrust it inside her. She gasps and spreads her legs wider.
“Don’t stop,” I tell her when she slows her pace. “Focus on me, baby.”
Her blue eyes find mine, and together, we bring her over the edge. She exhales as I pull out. Then I grab the back of her thighs and pull her legs around me so I can align myself to her entrance.
“Yours,” I remind her.
“Mine,” she confirms, and then I grip my shaft and slowly push inside.
We groan at the same time as the pleasure consumes us. I wait for her to get used to my size, and once I'm all the way in, I blow out a satisfied breath.
“Goddamn, your cunt is tight,” I murmur against her lips. “Are you okay?”
She nods as she arches her hips up to meet mine. “It's so good.”
“Fucking right it is.” Lifting her leg higher allows me to slide in deeper. Tatum's eyes roll to the back of her head as she fists the covers.
I explore every inch of her that I can touch. Her supple breasts and hard nipples, her swollen clit, and her neck that I want to mark with my mouth. We move in rhythm as I adjust our position and lift her hips above my knees.
“I'm so close,” she tells me.
“Mmm...you're squeezing me so hard, and it feels amazing. Come on my cock, Tatum. Don't hold back.”
I increase my pressure on her red bud, and moments later, her legs tighten around my waist as her body convulses. Her wetness glides down my length as she screams out her release.
“You have no idea how goddamn sexy that was. Christ, you're beautiful.” I lower my mouth to hers as she catches her breath. “Sorry to tell you, but I'm not anywhere near done with you.”
“I'm so glad I started doing yoga a few months ago.”
“You and me both.” I chuckle. “Another first of yours I get to claim.”
She blushes. “Arrogant much?”
“No. Now get on top of me.”
She moves over so I can lie down and watch in excitement as she straddles me. “One of your fantasies was me riding you?” she asks.
I reach up and cup her breasts. “Lived rent free in my head nearly every day.”
“Guess we should make it a reality then.” She flashes me a devilish smile, then grabs my shaft and coats it in her wetness. I watch as she lines it up between her legs and slides down my length. I can already see her confidence growing.
I hiss out a curse as she begins rocking and giving me the best view I've ever seen. Leaning up, I capture her breast and kiss her chest. Rounding a hand to her backside, I give her ass a little slap.
“Take what you need from me. My cock is yours. Fuck me, baby.”
She widens her hips and grinds harder against me.
