Page 53 of Tainted Love

I sit up with a start and try to focus. The dim light from the bedside table gives everything a strange yellow glow, and it takes me a moment to get my bearings.

When I do, I’m able to fully grasp the situation. Standing in my room is Sascha, in nothing but a towel.

My heart pounds in my chest as she takes one cautious step after another toward my bed. The moment seems to freeze as she finally stops at the edge of the mattress.

My hands itch to reach out and rip the towel off of her, but the look on her face tells me she’s in control right now, and I’m not about to do anything that might ruin the moment.

The other night was about her. I wanted to watch her come undone on my hand, asking for nothing in return. But tonight, if she’ll allow it, I want to bury myself balls deep inside of her for hours on end.

“Taz,” she says softly, and my dick is already rock hard. She’s finally giving up the formality of “Michael.” Tonight is going to be one for the books.

“While I appreciate how you like to cuddle with me like I’m your favorite childhood Teddy Ruxpin stuffed animal, tonight I want more.”

The breath is nearly knocked from my chest. I lick my lips and stare at her eagerly, waiting to tell me what she wants. The woman could ask for anything right now, and I’d happily comply.

She drops the towel and stands before me, naked and perfect. Her black hair skims her shoulders and lands a few inches above her large breasts, with pale pink nipples that are begging for my mouth. They pucker under my gaze as she lets me take in her body.

She’s perfectly curvy, with a small waist, wider, round hips, and an ass that Sir Mix-a-Lot raps about. And at the apex of her thighs is a small patch of brown hair where I long to bury my face.

If this is a game and she’s waiting to see who gives in first, I’ll gladly concede this victory.

I’m on her without warning, my hands deep in her onyx tresses and my mouth on hers. “I need you,” I say when I withdraw from the kiss.

“Take me, then,” she says with a sly smile, and holy shit! This is my dream come true. My mouth returns to hers, and I sit on the bed, pulling her on top of me so she’s straddling my legs. I clamp my hand on the globes of her ass as she begins to grind against the denim of my jeans.

Seeing and touching her like this nearly takes my breath away. After a moment, she breaks the kiss and stands up. “It’s time for you to take your clothes off.”

It takes about four seconds for me to get naked. It’s not sexy, but it’s done—and now we’re both staring at one another, and I see the heat in her eyes as she drags her gaze over me from top to bottom. “Lay on the bed,” I say, but it’s practically a growl. “And spread your legs.”

She lays down, drops her legs open, and looks at me. She’s fucking perfect. It’s like she’s an angel made just for me. An angel with the most perfect pink pussy I’ve ever seen. She’s already glistening with arousal, and I’m a thirsty man who needs a taste.

I drop onto the bed and hover over her, letting her explore the bare skin of my back, chest, and arms. When I can’t take much more, I go in for a searing kiss. One hand holds her jaw in place while the other travels south to her left breast. I roll her hardened nipple in my fingers before traveling to the other side and repeating the movement.

Sascha mewls into my mouth, and as I break the kiss and breath against her swollen lips, I watch her eyes darken with lust.

I drop my head and outline her nipple with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth while rolling the other one with my fingers. She arches her back and tips her head back, a soft moan erupting from her throat.

“Ssh,” I say with a pinch of her nipple. “You don’t want to wake anyone.”

She bites her lip and nods as I continue my assault. She’s grinding her lower body into my throbbing dick so hard I might come from this alone, so I begin to slide down her body and pepper her belly and hips with kisses, some close-mouthed and sweet and some open-mouthed and biting.

When I reach the top of her mound, she raises her head and looks at me questionably.

“Has anyone ever eaten your pussy?” I ask, more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life.

She shakes her head, and since the first time she walked into the room, I see a bit of shyness behind her eyes.

“Do you have any idea how much I’m going to enjoy this, Sash?”

“No,” she says breathlessly.

“I am. I’m going to make you come and then lap it up while you tell me I’m a good boy.”

I see the flush rush from her chest to her cheeks, and she swallows thickly. That’s the last thing I see before I plant a kiss on her upper thigh and then lick my way up her body toward that perfect wet pussy.

As soon as I inhale the unique scent that is Sascha Bell, I lose all control. I run a finger through her wet core and plant a kiss on her swollen clit. I have to force myself to slow down and give her the experience she deserves. She bucks against me, so I place my hand on her stomach and whisper, “Let me take care of you.”

She tangles her hands through my hair as I continue to fuck her, first with one finger and then two. I alternate the attention on her clit between kissing, licking, and sucking. Within minutes, her body convulses as she holds in a scream, gasping for air. I do exactly what I promised and lap up the evidence of her orgasm, and she nearly makes me come when she looks at me, cradles my cheek with one hand, and says, “Such a good boy, Taz.”