He laughed. “Uh-huh. You’re always trouble, Tamara but I love you anyway.”
His words hit her hard. Tamara savored them and yet they hurt. To avoid any more pain, she did what she always did – prepared to run. She stood up. “I guess I’d better go. You don’t have to walk me there. I can find my way.”
With speed he stood up too. “I’m not letting you walk through this neighborhood at this time of night.”
Before she could protest or say anything Wulfric kissed her. His mouth latched onto hers with familiarity and need. Tamara responded, her lips crackling with sudden heat and her arms circled his neck. Encouraged, Wulfric kissed her deeper and his arms tightened his embrace. Her body erupted with a rush of desire and a sweet yearning so poignant she ached. Vulnerable at the late hour Tamara yielded to him, her defenses down.
Beneath the red hoodie her heart beat a swift tattoo and her body heated as her secret places grew wet and wanting. Wulfric’s hand crept up beneath her jacket and shirt to fumble her bra open. With an old trick he’d perfected he pulled her bra out through her sleeve and his hands caressed her breasts. He used his fingers to fondle her nipples into hardness, each one standing at full attention. Tamara should complain, she should thrust him away and leave but she enjoyed what he did. She’d craved his touch and delighted in every pleasure thrill shooting through her body. Her flesh tingled with delight, and when Wulfric pulled off her red hood, then her blouse, she didn’t try to stop him.
Instead, Tamara clawed at his simple T-shirt and removed it. Her hands explored his lean torso, stroking his muscles with long-denied hunger. On impulse she put her mouth against his left nipple and nibbled, her teeth bringing it hard as Wulfric moaned his appreciation. His larger hands caressed her breasts and he used his palms to titillate her nipples. Wulfric kissed her shoulders and neck. He nibbled until he left love bites, purple marks of passion.
Her breath increased until she almost panted with need. Urgency drove her to unbutton her jeans and step out of them. Tamara tossed the nylon scrap of panties she wore and when she did, Wulfric’s gasp of pleasure fueled her ardor. Physical need removed her emotional distance as he stroked her body with such skill she cried aloud.
When he stood naked before her, his cock erect and hard, Tamara knelt so she could take his stick into her mouth. Her lips raked up and down his shaft as she savored the feel of him in her mouth. She used her tongue to lick with slow, tantalizing motions and then tightened her lips to suckle, drawing tighter around him until he moaned.
Wulfric’s hand seized her hair and pulled her upright. He kissed her hard on the mouth and said, “Bedroom, now.”
By the time they reached his bed, a rumpled mass of scattered covers, Tamara burned and her need increased until she thought she’d die of want before he took her. Wulfric backed her onto the bed, kissing her from mouth to bellybutton and then when she opened her legs to him, he dived between. His tongue became a sword to ravish, to taste, to tickle and to torment her clit. She writhed with the extreme delight spreading through her body like wildfire, consuming Tamara in its wake.
“Ohhh,” she cried, unable to form words or even coherent thought. Nothing existed in the moment but their bodies and the exquisite sensations he delivered. His cock thrust into her cunt and fit. She squeezed him, tightened her muscles to stroke his penis even as he worked it in and out of her with growing waves of pleasure. In her abandon, Tamara raked his back with her nails and lifted her body against his. In tandem they worked until they reached the very center of both bodies and the rush exploded. Together they screamed with delight, with total orgasm as their flesh rocked with the impact and everything turned brilliant for Tamara. Blind, she shrieked her joy and they collapsed together, in each other’s arms on the bed. Breathless, soaked with sweat and cum, she rested against Wulfric skin-to-skin.
In her wild need, fired with passion, she’d demonstrated everything she long denied and judging by the smirk on his face, he knew it. Denials spoken in the aftermath wouldn’t work, so she said nothing. Wulfric cradled her against him and whispered, “Stay.”
She should go, but…her parents wouldn’t miss her, and Tamara didn’t want to move. Warm against his body, sated and comfortable, she nodded. “I will, but just for tonight.”
“Forever.”
“We’ll talk.”
“You love me.”