Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

Tara

We were doing this.

Red's lips assaulted mine, and I was primed and ready for whatever he wanted to give me. Or take from me.

Oh boy, was I ready.

"Tell me you want me, Tara," he growled. "Tell me you need me."

"I want you, Red," I panted. "Please, take me," I cried.

Wetness surged between my legs as his tongue invaded my mouth, and my hips bucked off the counter. I delved my fingers into his hair and pressed my body against his. "Oh god," I moaned into his mouth.

His hands touched me everywhere at once. They moved over my stomach, across my hips, and then his fingers parted the lips of my pussy.

"You're so fucking wet, baby." He ripped his lips from mine, and his eyes watched his fingers move. "God damn," he growled. "You're so fucking wet."

I leaned back, giving him better access.

His fingers played and toyed with my clit, while his other hand pinched my nipple. A heady sensation ripped through my body, and I draped my arms over his shoulders. "Please, more," I cried.

His fingers moved fast between my legs, my orgasm rushing toward me.

My god, this was amazing.

This man was amazing.

For one whole month, he had been living next door, alone, when I could have been over here being defiled on his kitchen counter. My god, I was a damn fool for not marching my ass over here with a plate of cookies and a smile. This could have happened a month ago.

"Get there, baby," he urged.

My hips bucked, and my back arched, reaching for whatever he would give me.

He dropped his head, his mouth latching onto my nipple, and I couldn't hold back anymore. My orgasm washed over me, and I tossed my head back. His name ripped from my lips, and a tremor rocked my body.

His mouth left my nipple, and he pressed a soft kiss to my lips. "More?" he asked.

"More," I whispered.

"Tell me what you want, Tara," he growled against my lips.

"Your cock," I replied instantly. "I want your cock, Red." I was sprawled out on his kitchen counter with his hand between my legs. I wouldn't be shy and not ask for what I wanted.

He grabbed my hips, scooted me to the edge of the counter, and spread me wide. "You're mine." His eyes connected with mine, and I just nodded.

That was what I wanted.

He slipped inside me as if we were made for each other, and he thrust deep.

"Oh god," I gasped. He felt good inside me.

His hips moved fast, hard, and deep. My god, the man was hitting places that had never been touched before.

I tried to move with him, but it was too much for me to take. My orgasm started building again, and I knew it was only a matter of seconds before I was mush in his arms.

"Red," I gasped. "I need…" I didn't know what I needed, but Red seemed to know just what to do.

"Yes, baby," he breathed. "Fucking take all of me." He slammed into me, and I closed my eyes. Stars shattered behind my eyelids, and my breath caught.

My orgasm crashed over me harder than the last.

"So fucking good," he growled. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. My neck arched, and I wrapped my arms around his waist. I grabbed his ass with both hands, and he cried out my name.

He thrust deep, his breathing labored, and he emptied his load inside me.

"Yes," I cried. "Oh god."

I slowly came down, his dick still inside me, both of us sated for the moment.

"One month," he whispered in my ear.

"One month?" I asked.

"I waited one month for that, and I would wait a million years just to have you again."

"Red," I whispered.

He pressed a kiss to the side of my head and then lifted me into his arms. "You're not going home tonight," he stated.

"Well, home is really far away," I giggled.

"Smartass," he muttered.

He moved through his house and then up a set of stairs.

I should be paying attention to where we were headed, but I assumed we were going to his bed. I was too tired to keep my eyes open and rested my head on his shoulder.

My back hit a soft, silk blanket, and then his body was next to mine. "Sleepy," I whispered.

His lips pressed against my forehead. "Be right back, baby. Gotta shut the house down."

I nodded and nestled into the soft pillow under my head. "Hurry back."

The warmth of his body left me, and a soft blanket settled over me.

I wasn"t the type of girl to sleep with a man on the first date. Never done it before.

Red was different, though.

It didn't feel like a first date.

It didn't feel like I had only talked to him just days ago.

It felt like I had known him forever, and being in his bed was like coming home.

This felt like where I belonged, and I wasn't going to leave as long as he wanted me here.