This Time (18 page)

Tara hesitated, her body and mind arguing for control. Her mind lost and her body took over, rubbing and stroking, before she moved her hand upward to the button of his jeans. Michael was so hard, his thickness filling her palm as she tried to wrap her fingers around him through the denim. She could feel the flare of the head at the end and concentrated her attention there until he moaned softly. It had been so long, and she was so incredibly lonely.

Michael sucked in a breath and said, “Tara, you don’t…”

“Shh.” Tara interrupted him and carefully unsnapped the button and pulled the zipper down. His erection bulged in the opening, straining against the cotton fabric of his boxers. Michael’s breathing was heavy, and Tara risked a quick glance at his face. Sweat dotted his upper lip, and his head was leaned back against the pillow. She turned her attention back to his engorged member, well aware that if she looked at him much longer, she would falter. And despite the fact she was still upset about hopping into bed with him, she wanted this.

Unbuttoning the single button holding the front of his boxers closed over his penis, she gently extracted him from his clothing. Tara lightly ran her fingers up and down his straining length, marveling at his size. She’d been a virgin their first time and hadn’t realized that all dicks were not created equal. Even though she hadn’t been with another man since him, Tara had eventually realized that Michael wasn’t lacking in the size department.

Deciding to act before she lost her nerve, Tara bent down and wrapped her lips around the plush head of his cock.

“Oh God, Tara!” Michael gripped the blankets beneath him, crushing the blue fabric in his hands.

She sucked lightly on the head, and just like he’d taught her, began stroking her hand up and down his staff. When Tara flicked her tongue across the tip several times, Michael jerked and placed his hand on the back of her head.

Taking her cue from that small encouragement, she sank down until the head of his cock bumped against the back of her throat. She swallowed, squeezing the head and forcing a deep groan from his throat. Slick, salty precum coated her tongue the next time she sank down, and Tara swallowed against the head once more.

“Fuck, sweetheart. I’m gonna come if you don’t stop.”

“Mmm hmm,” she responded. That was the point, after all. Tara wanted that, wanted to revel in sex and pleasure she’d denied herself for so long. She was a normal woman with normal desires. Desires that had been dormant while she focused on Madelynn. It was a terrible idea to let Michael be the one to satisfy those urges, but Tara had never wanted another man this way. And it had been so good, so
unbelievably
good earlier, that she was too weak to resist.

Michael had always loved it when Tara went down on him and had been enthusiastic about returning the favor. She wanted that, the closeness of it, the sweet release.

Tara hummed softly as she slid her lips back down his shaft. The vibrations of her throat around his cock caused Michael to involuntarily arch his hips, pushing him against the back of her throat again. She sheathed her teeth and sucked hard, moving down as she did and flicked her tongue against the underside of his dick. He jerked in her mouth, and she was almost certain he was going to come, but Michael pulled out quickly, leaving only the plush head between her lips.

Tara rubbed her tongue across the slit in the tip and pumped her fist along his member several times. She milked until a burst of precum surfaced, and then repeated the motion. She pulled her head back and licked the tip clean of the clear liquid.

“Suck it.” Michael’s hoarse words were more of a plea than a command, but Tara complied, sinking down until she’d almost taken his entire length. Her lips stretched around his girth almost painfully. But it was a good, satisfying pain, and Tara began blowing him in earnest.

*

Mike watched her head bob up and down, his dick sliding in and out of her sweet mouth. Every time she slid down, he could feel her throat working around him, milking his cock for every ounce of cum he had, and it damn near made his eyes cross. He wanted to come in her mouth,
needed
to, but was afraid to ask for so much so soon. He’d take what he could get.

Tara’s tongue was magical, fluttering along the sensitive crown and the thick vein that ran along the underside of his penis. Mike’s balls were drawn up, and when she cupped them and kneaded gently, he almost blew his load right then. But he managed to hold on somehow because he never wanted this to end.

Mike watched his cock disappear into Tara’s mouth over and over, her head rotating from side-to-side to change the sensation. His hand on her head guided her to a faster pace, and finally, it was too much.

“Tara, I’m gonna come.” He groaned, glad to have been able to warn her so she could pull away.

But instead of pulling away and jacking him off, Tara moaned around his cock and increased her rhythm. Ecstatic, Mike cupped her head in his hands and held her gently while she sucked him off.

His cock jerked in her mouth, and the first spurt of cum shot onto her tongue. Tara swallowed quickly, but his cock was jerking and spurting hard now, and she wasn’t able to keep up. The creamy semen spilled from her mouth, coating his cock as she slid her mouth up and down again and again. His hips arched frantically, and his hands gripped her head as he took over and fucked her mouth. Tara never hesitated. Mike’s harsh breath and impatient groans sounded indecently loud in the empty room, and when the spasms began to subside, she took him as far into her mouth as she could and sucked, drawing forth several more desperate spurts before his hips relaxed beneath her.

Mike opened his eyes and looked down at Tara, his vision a little fuzzy after the most amazing blow job of his life. She’d remembered everything he’d shown her and was even now simply holding his cock in her mouth while he softened. The feeling was intense, to be inside of her while his erection went down, and she licked and swallowed the remainder of his cum. There had even been once during their short time together that this gentle suction had spawned another orgasm instead of softening his cock.

Mike watched her head for several more minutes, loving the knowledge that it was her, it was
Tara,
that had just sucked him nine ways to Sunday and unwilling to stop the gentle pressure that was sending tremors of unbearable pleasure shuddering up his spine. But eventually he gently tugged her head to pull her away. Tara sucked hard on the way up, and his breath stuck in his chest at the too-powerful sensation. She licked him a few more times, and then—finally—glanced up at him. Tara’s eyes were bright, her cheeks flushed.

Mike had always loved that this turned her on. Most women whined about it when he’d asked for it, so he’d rarely made the request. But never Tara. She’d leaped into it with all the enthusiasm of a novice. In the few months they’d dated, that enthusiasm had never waned. Mike hoped it never would because,
holy shit,
it was incredible.

“Your turn,” he said gruffly, and pulled Tara up to lie beside him. He turned onto his side and pulled her shirt up under her arms. “Take it off,” he growled, and Tara sat up to comply. When she sat up, he unhooked her bra. Both shirt and bra went flying to the floor.

When she lay back down, Mike unsnapped her jeans and slid his hands inside her panties and straight to her pussy. He sucked in a breath. “You are so fucking wet.” His fingers played in her creamy heat, spreading the moisture upward to her clit and rubbing in slow circles.

A little moan escaped her, and she arched under his hand. Mike sat up quickly and yanked her pants down and off. He moved between Tara’s legs and positioned himself until his face was level with her mound.

“Michael,” she started.

“Don’t stop me,” he growled. “Not when I’m so close.” He had to taste her, see if she tasted as good as he remembered. He’d combust if she stopped him before he could.

“I wasn’t going to.” Mike looked up at her, surprised and confused. “I just…” Tara paused and looked away, unable to hold his gaze. “I just wanted to ask if the door is locked.”

Mentally kicking himself, Mike ground his teeth together and said, “No.”

“I’ll lock it,” she whispered.

“On one fucking condition,” he bit out. “You come right back here, to this exact spot, and let me finish this.” There was no way he was going to let her back down now. He wanted this so fucking much, to have the flavor of her on his tongue, feel the spasms around his fingers as she cried out in ecstasy.

Tara nodded and Mike pulled away until she was able to get to her feet and stagger to the door. She flipped the lock and hurried back to the bed, her breasts jiggling as she walked. He wouldn’t have believed it was possible so soon, but at the sight of those perfect, heavy tits bouncing, his cock swelled again. Tara hesitated for a moment, shifting her weight from one foot to the other before climbing back on the bed. As soon as her legs were positioned on either side of his body, Mike buried his face in her heat. Parting her with his hands, he flicked his tongue over her clit and then rubbed it with long, slow laps. Her hips jerked again, and he shoved two fingers inside of her and moaned when he found her dripping wet.

Tara’s arms automatically went over her head, and her legs spread wider. God, that was sexy. He’d forgotten how she liked to be powerless when he went down on her.

Mike crooked his fingers inside of her and found the place he knew would send her into immediate orgasm. He rubbed quickly, flicking her clit lightly with his tongue, and she called his name as her pussy convulsed around his fingers.

Mike rubbed furiously at her G-spot, his fingers and hand now coated with moisture as she creamed around him. When the tremors began to subside, he said, “Hang on baby. This is your favorite part.”
And mine.

He began rhythmically thrusting his fingers in and out and sucked her clit softly. He licked her from where his fingers disappeared into her body to the throbbing nub begging for his attention. He licked, sucked, and stroked until Tara was arching her hips to meet his thrusts.

Desperate whimpers poured from her lips as he ate her for all he was worth. He poured years of loneliness, meaningless flings, and yearning into his task, and when her body tightened around his fingers and she cried out in pleasure, it took every ounce of his willpower not to come again.

Mike licked her for several minutes, taking care to keep the pressure light. Finally Tara pushed gently on his head, signaling him to stop. He lifted his gaze to hers and pulled his fingers from her, and then awkwardly climbed up her body and thrust his cock roughly inside of her.

“I need to come again.” Mike began driving himself into her, unable to be gentle but finding it difficult to gain the leverage he needed with only one whole leg. Tara watched him with wide eyes, and he spoke again, needing to give her comfort and reassurance. “I’ll make you come again too, baby, but I need to fuck you, hard.” His head fell back, and his muscles strained as he hammered into her body with quick, harsh strokes.

After only a few thrusts, Mike felt her begin to respond again, and Tara bent her knees and arched her hips to give him better access. He hoped her orgasm built quickly because he wasn’t going to be able to hold out for very long. Her legs tightened around his hips, and when Mike buried his face in her neck and groaned, she was with him. He spurted hotly into her, filling her with his essence while she clenched around him in ecstasy.

Just like last time, the furious ringing of the phone jolted Tara awake. Mike stroked her back to soothe her as he reached for the receiver and answered gruffly.

“Hi there! This is just a courtesy call to let you know daycare closes in thirty minutes. You’ll need to come get Madelynn by nine.”

“Okay. No problem.”

He replaced the phone and looked down at Tara, sprawled on top of him. She blinked groggily and said, “Maddie?”

He stroked her back beneath the blanket—when did that happen?—and said, “Yeah. It’s eight-thirty. Daycare closes in thirty minutes. They were just letting us know.”

Tara stretched against him, and Mike let his hands wander, stroking and kneading while she was stretching, loving the feel of her against him.

“You’re amazing, you know.” He smiled at her, so lost in the emotions stampeding through his heart that he couldn’t form any sentence more coherent than that.

Tara looked up at him and bit her lip. “Michael…” she began.

Mike sat up quickly to cut her off, flipping her underneath him as he did. Before Tara could catch her breath and finish her sentence, he’d wrapped his lips around a nipple and started tonguing it gently. Switching from one to the other, he worked her nipples until they were both puckered and hard, and she was breathing heavily.

Mike looked up at her and grinned. “Now that I know how to stop you before you say something that’s going to move us backward, we should have lots of fun.”

Tara swatted him and said, “I was just going to say that I have to get dressed and get Maddie.”

“Ah,” he said. “I stand corrected.” His face sobered as he had a moment of concern. “You don’t regret it, do you? Because…” His voice broke, and he looked away before continuing. “Because I don’t think I have ever been as happy as I am right now, at this moment.”

She stroked his brow and ran her fingers through his dark hair. “Michael…”

“And if losing my leg is what it took to get me to this moment with you, then it’s worth it. If I had known that was the price to get you back and have my daughter, I would have cut my own damn legs off.”

Tara pulled his head down, and just before their lips met, she whispered, “I would have cut them off before you had a chance.”

When Mike pulled away and rested his forehead on hers, his eyes were hot with unshed tears. “Stay,” he whispered. “Please stay.” He took a deep, shuddering breath. “They can bring cots, and we can tell Maddie, and we can all be together, just for tonight. Because it’s Christmas, and it’s magic, and miracles happen. Stay.”

“I don’t know if it’s allowed, Mike.”