“Sit up,” he directed, his hands cupping her breasts once more, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure to have her arching into his hands.
As soon as the rough warmth of his palms left her breasts, McKenna wanted to beg him not to stop, but apparently he had other ideas. He maneuvered his arms beneath her legs until his biceps were trapped beneath her calves, but he remedied that when he scooted her forward on his chest, bringing his mouth dangerously close to her pussy. The only thing between his skilled tongue and her sensitive folds were her panties and McKenna suddenly wished they would just disappear.
Tag found a solution for that quickly as he used his fingers to slide the damp fabric out of the way, exposing her to his mouth.
“Put your hands on the headboard and don’t move them,” Tag insisted, and McKenna immediately recognized his dominant side as he easily maneuvered back in to being in control.
Oh, who was she kidding? Tag Murphy had always been the one in control, no matter what she thought.
Wrapping her fingers around the wrought iron detail in the headboard, McKenna held on, still looking down at him as his mouth disappeared between her legs, his tongue spearing through her wet, folds.
“Oh...” McKenna threw her head back as his tongue pressed through the narrow entrance, mimicking what she desperately wanted him to do with his cock. Over and over, he continued to fuck her with his tongue, never paying mind to her greedy clit, and she was somewhat grateful because there was no way she would’ve been able to hold out if he had.
Unable to control herself, McKenna began a slow, rhythmic grind against his mouth, aching to feel him deeper inside of her, but settling for the moment on having his tongue do delicious things to her.
McKenna was both relieved and disappointed when Tag pulled away, gripping her hips and turning her, so she had no choice but to let go of the iron bars. When she tumbled to her back, he was kneeling between her legs, slowly, and methodically running his hands over every inch of her skin, his mouth trailing his hands as he unclasped her bra before somehow discarding it without ever making her move.
Her panties were being peeled down her legs, and McKenna was suddenly breathing harder as she anticipated having Tag flush against her body. And then he was there, his mouth hovering above hers, his chest pressing against her breasts, his stomach against hers and the hard ridge of his erection pressing intimately between her thighs.
“Don’t wrap your legs around me,” Tag instructed when she started to move. “Keep them on the mattress against mine.”
The position had them touching from ankle to chest, his body blanketing hers in much needed heat. Tag took her hands in his, twining their fingers and raising her arms above her head where he held them. She felt the hard knots of his biceps against her inner arms, his forearms against hers as he held most of his weight off of her.
Every part of her was touching every part of him, and McKenna suddenly felt complete for the first time. When he angled his hips, the head of his thick, hard cock nudged just inside of her, she whimpered, not wanting him to stop until he was filling her.
“Look at me,” Tag told her and McKenna opened her eyes, not realizing she had even closed them. “Feel me,” he said, his voice low and controlled. “Feel every part of me, McKenna.”
Tag’s hips thrust forward hard, his cock lodging inside of her, deeper, but he didn’t pull back.
“Do you feel me?” he asked.
McKenna knew he wasn’t just talking about the sensations that rocked her body from having him buried to the hilt inside of her. He wanted to know that she felt him penetrating every single molecule, every cell, every fiber of her being.
“Everywhere,” she whispered, “I feel you everywhere.”
“I want you to remember this moment.” Tag’s words were gruff, his breaths choppy against her neck, and McKenna hung on every word. “This is the first,” Tag punctuated his statement with a deeper thrust of his hips, “and the very last time I’ll give myself to anyone.”
McKenna’s breath hitched in her throat, her fingers squeezing his as she let him know without words that she heard him.
“Do you understand what I’m telling you?” Tag’s hips moved, his cock retreating, never fully removing himself from inside of her, and never allowing any part of his body to separate from hers. “I love you, McKenna.”
His words shredded her soul, inflated her heart once again to the point McKenna wondered whether she would be able to contain all of what she felt for him inside of her.
“With every breath I take, I love you more,” he whispered, his lips barely brushing hers.