Page 73 of Husband to Go

“Take me, Tanner,” she commands.

My woman is quite bossy tonight, but I am totally into it. Her breast drops from my mouth, and I stand at my full height. Hooking my fingers into the hem of her panties, I pull them down her legs and then kiss the smooth skin along her thighs, inhaling her heavenly scent.

She’s sugar and spice, and the best thing I’ve ever tasted. I could live off of being with her for the rest of my life.

I go back up her legs and nip the skin on her pussy, causing Kylie to gasp. I could stay like this all day, at eye level with her center. I open her up with my fingers and lick up her slit, making her gasp. She tastes just as good as the first time if not better.

“Oh Tanner!” she cries out, her hands gripping the edge of the countertop.

I feast on her pussy like I’m a starving man. My tongue explores her folds as Kylie strains her muscles around me, sopping wet and getting more soaked by the second.

“Fuck, Tanner,” she breathes. I move to her clit, sucking on it. “Don’t stop, it feels so good. Don’t stop.”

I keep going until she comes into my mouth, her sweet juices running down my tongue. Shit, there’s so much. I gulp like a madman as her sweetest space convulses and she moans and clenches, loving the attention.

Finally, her hands relax in my hair, and I stand up to kiss her. Our tongues dance, and I let her know how delicious she tastes.

“Are you going to put it inside me, now?” she asks with a sly smile.

“Yeah, baby.” I hold my shaft, positioning the head of my dick at her entrance. This is it. I’m about to do something I’ve been irrationally terrified of my whole life, and even though I love Kylie, I’m still feeling apprehensive. It’s hard to not feel this way when you’re breaking your own rule book.

She senses my hesitation and cups my face in hers.

“I love you, Tanner,” she says, and those words make all my fears fall away. Deep down, I know she loves me. We wouldn’t have waded through all that shit for one another if that wasn’t true, and the words enter my ears, sink into my brain, and shoot through my entire being like a bucket of fireworks.

I ignite. I kiss Kylie, showing her how much passion is inside of me just or her.

“I love you too, baby.”

And then I enter her, pushing into her slowly. Her pussy is so tight. Her walls envelop me, drawing me in as she moans with the stretch. Kylie’s fingers wrap around the back of my neck, drumming softly.

“Tanner,” she breathes.

I keep going until I’m buried to the hilt. I take a few deep breaths, reveling in how fucking perfect my girlfriend is, and how her wet pussy grips me so hungrily.

I start to pull out and then enter her swiftly, getting a handle on my stroke. I thrust my pelvis into her, the ridges of my cock grinding against her. I feel Kylie’s nails scratching along my skin. Her mewls reach my ears, fueling my lust.

There’s nothing I want to change about her. Not a damn thing.

The blood rushes to my dick, and I double over as I let out a loud shout. Oh shit. She was so amazing that I’ve come like a fifteen-year-old boy during his first time. With a grunt, I spill into the condom, and simultaneously, Kylie’s walls pulse around me as she follows right behind, screaming my name as she comes.

I slap my palms down on the counter, using it to keep me aloft. I take about a minute to catch my breath. Meanwhile, Kylie settles her head in the crook of my neck, her pussy still pumping me a bit.

“Thank you,” she whispers into my ear. Her nose rocks against my jaw while her breath evens.

We move apart, and slowly, I help Kylie down from the counter. She’s the perfect woman, and I love her.

“Where’s your bathroom?” she asks with a sweet smile.

“It’s down that hall, the second door on the right.”

“Thanks, I’ll be right back.” She pecks me on the cheek before limping off, and I’m oddly pleased to see my effect on her. Good. I mean to keep doing that again and again until Kylie requests a wheelchair because her pussy’s so sore.

I head to my bedroom and pick out some clothes for the two of us. It’s strange. I’ve had people over to my apartment, but I’ve always been a master at keeping my distance, and especially when it came to women. But today is an exercise in remaining open. If she wants to wear my clothes, so be it. If she wants to watch my TV and eat ice cream and cuddle, then that’s what we’ll be doing. It’s hard, but still easier than I imagined because I’ve finally found the right person to be open with.

“Tanner?” calls her voice.

“I’m in the back bedroom!” A few minutes later, Kylie walks into my room. She’s still topless, those big breasts out, and my mouth waters. The only thing she’s wearing is her skirt.