Part 23 (2/2)

Unb.u.t.toning her jacket, he held her luscious b.r.e.a.s.t.s hostage. She licked her fingers a.s.suredly and then played with her nipples.

Now we're talking, Red.

Arching her back off the car seat, she removed her top and dropped it on the floor behind him. Then she unhooked her mink with fuchsia floral lace bra.

”No,” he commanded. ”Those are mine.” Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were semi-exposed and perfect. He wanted to suck on them-later. Patience. One Taddy dessert at a time.

”Will you be unwrapping my tah-tahs?” Through her bra, she ma.s.saged her left areola. Goading him, Taddy repeated those actions on her right. Her dark pinkish nipples hardened through the peek-a-boo scalloped trim.

”Yes, Red, I have unfinished business to attend to down here. Then I'll get to your tah-tahs up there.” He leaned in closer, lifting her exquisite, long legs over his shoulders.

She hunkered her tiny a.s.s farther into the limo seat, no doubt ready for him to eat her out. Once he started, he couldn't stop until he had tongue-f.u.c.ked each and every opening of her able-bodied self.

In all-inclusive Warner Truman style, this included but wasn't limited to French kissing her razor-sharp mouth, las.h.i.+ng his tongue over her quick-to-wet cranny, and deep diving his tongue down her very disobedient a.s.s, all with the hope she'd be a little more communicative with him.

Warner rubbed his wet tongue over her c.l.i.toris, humming to vibrate her flesh.

”My G.o.d, Warner.” She tightened her body around him as if she were a starfish anchoring itself to a rock after being lost at sea.

He'd be her rock if she'd let him. Please let me.

She tugged at his hair. Her nails raked his scalp, pus.h.i.+ng his face in farther, deeper. ”Keep going. Go. Go. Go. That's it. Yes. Spoil me.”

Pulling back, he affirmed, ”I want to spoil you.”

”You do?” she panted, pressing her calf muscles into his shoulders and urging his tongue to go in farther.

He replaced his mouth with his middle and ring finger so he could talk to her. ”Will you let me spoil you, Red?” Driving his digits deep inside her, he hoped to make her his one way or another. Before they arrived at the airport, he hoped to have her where he wanted her, relaxed and talking. Really talking.

”I'll try.” Unclipping the hair tie from her naysayer bun, she released her ginger waves.

With her c.u.n.t swelling, he zigzagged his fingers up and down, enjoying her body's quiver. Body heat building, her face trembled. ”Don't stop.” Her almond-shaped eyes closed, savoring his efforts.

He laughed. One thing was certain. Taddy possessed a sense of humor about s.e.x. It was her intimacy that he'd work on with her. If she'd let him.

You ready to talk to me, Taddy?

After sliding his fingers from her wetness, Warner lapped up her moistness. He slid his tongue along her folds. f.u.c.king beautiful. With each lick, he gave her hot skin a little blow to cool her down. ”I want inside.”

”f.u.c.k. Shove your c.o.c.k in me. Give me.”

He laced his d.i.c.k with her essence. The wetness created friction in his hand. His erection thickened. ”I can't wait to make love to you again.”

Although she was seated and composed, he could tell she was about to break loose. Her ceramic brick walls were beginning to break down.

Come on, Red, let me see you. The real you.

As Warner knelt over her, his reflection stared back at him from the opaque window. He didn't care if people found him handsome or not. He wasn't conceited and he usually didn't study himself in a mirror-ever.

His muscular build reminded him that while Taddy stood tall and fit, she was slender by comparison. He didn't want to ever hurt her by becoming too aggressive in bed. She could ride him cowgirl style anytime she desired. Taddy had tensed up each time he'd placed her on her back and stared deep into her eyes.

Had he crushed her? He made a mental note to treat her with care. Especially right this minute, she seemed extra sensitive. Maybe she was torn over her work responsibilities and her desire to stay and play longer.

Red's warm hands pulled his slacks to the floor. ”I love your d.i.c.k.” His c.o.c.k slid into her two-handed grip.

Yes! I want your s.e.x, but we must talk.

”I want you so bad, Warner.” She was being bossy but in a cute way.

”Music to my ears.” His c.o.c.k came down over her Vogue-editorial-worthy face. ”Tell me again. Tell me you want this, Red. Tell me you want me.”

”I want you, now.” She cupped his b.a.l.l.s, and they swelled tight.

”Not yet, Red. I must have a kiss.” He leaned down, tracing his tongue alongside her full bottom lip.

”That tickles,” she giggled.

”Good.” He loved it when she laughed. He traced his tongue over her top lip. Convinced she'd let her guard down, he said, ”It's time we talked.”

”f.u.c.k first. Talk afterward.”

The limo accelerated as they hit a b.u.mp. They must've made it across town. Soon they'd be at the airport.

Warner gripped her chin in his hands and b.u.t.terfly kissed her right cheek with his lashes. He hoped to make her laugh again.

After their tongues waltzed, he confessed, ”You were on my mind throughout the conference. I was giving the speech, but my thoughts were racing over Taddy Brill.”

”Honestly?” She gave off an unfamiliar shyness he'd not seen on her before.

”Definitely.” You are clueless, Taddy, when it comes to how I feel about you. He kissed her again and again, holding her face in his hands, inhaling her tuberose.

”This is on my mind.” She grabbed his hard-on.

”What else is on your mind? Tell me.” He encouraged her to be verbal. She'd tried to shut him up so many times during their lovemaking this weekend. He adored it when she talked dirty to him.

”I haven't eaten lunch yet today.” Taddy unfastened her pave diamond karat white gold bangle from her dainty wrist. After placing her jewelry to the side, he kissed her hand. She wrapped her fingers halfway around his p.e.n.i.s.

”Are you telling me...?”

”I'm telling you-I'm hungry for you. I devoured you for breakfast and I'd like to order the same for lunch.” She stroked his c.o.c.k harder. Her lips slipped over the sensitive tip of his d.i.c.k. His p.e.n.i.s' slit rested, right there, at edge of her mouth. Taddy traced her tongue in one-two-three long strokes along his shaft and tugged down on his nuts.

”Baby, you make me happy.” Warner leaned forward, giving in to temptation. He pushed his stiffness into her mouth. She gagged, a little. Panicked, he looked down to see if she was okay. Taddy grinned. His hands held the back of her head and guided her. However, he didn't push because he didn't want to offend her. ”Red, did you hear me? I said you make me happy.”

Lost in him, she answered, ”Yes, darling.” Her suction increased as she tugged harder on his nut sac. She spread her legs wider.

”You want this, baby?” He leaned farther into her mouth. Hearing her inhale-she became breathless-he pulled out.

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