FEARLESS

     Taylor took her sweet time in the shower, far longer than I did. After slipping into a comfy oversized t-shirt and some loose boxer-style underwear, I nestled into bed, the soft sheets welcoming me. I turned on the TV, tuning into Grey's Anatomy, just as Taylor finally stepped out of the bathroom. She was dressed in adorable matching pink pajamas, and when she flicked the light off, the room was bathed in the soft glow of the television.

With a playful bounce, Taylor hopped onto the bed, making her way toward me.

"Careful not to soak the sheets," I remarked, eyeing her damp hair.

A mischievous grin spread across Taylor's face as she pulled back the covers and swiftly straddled my waist.

"Hey, you're getting me wet," I protested, brushing her hair away from her face.

She leaned down to connect our lips, her energy and passion evident in the heated kiss. I quickly attached my hands to her hips, wanting to feel any part of her body. I gripped the bottom of her top, wanting it off.

"Oh really?" she teased pulling back, her hands slipping beneath my shirt, a glint of mischief in her eyes.

"Taylor, don't tease," I replied, arching my back in response.

As Taylor settled onto my waist, her hands began a slow ascent up my abdomen, inching closer to my breasts. The warmth of her palms sent shivers through me, igniting a fire that spread from my core to every nerve ending.

"God," I gasped as her fingers brushed against my hardened peaks, the sensation both electrifying and intoxicating.

"Hmm," Taylor murmured softly, her voice a sultry whisper that wrapped around me like a warm blanket.

She lowered her head, her lips grazing my stomach with a tantalizing touch, each kiss igniting a trail of heat that made my breath hitch. I could feel the anticipation building, a sweet tension that hung in the air between us. Her mouth moved lower, teasingly slow, as if she were savoring every moment, every inch of my skin.

I arched my back, craving more of her, more of that delicious friction. Taylor's fingers danced along the curve of my waist, exploring, mapping out the territory she was claiming as her own. The world around us faded, leaving only the two of us in this intimate cocoon, where time seemed to stand still.

"Please," I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper, a plea for her to continue, to deepen the connection that was building between us.

With a playful smile, she looked up at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. "What do you want, babe?" she asked, her tone teasing yet laced with genuine curiosity.

I swallowed hard, my heart racing as I searched her gaze, feeling vulnerable yet exhilarated. "You know what I want," I replied, my voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling within me.

Taylor's smile widened, and she leaned in closer, her breath warm against my skin. "Then let's make it happen," she whispered, and with that, she pressed her lips against my skin once more, igniting a fire that would consume us both.

Taylor's lips curled into a teasing smile, and I couldn't help but let out a groan, yearning for her to explore the sensitive area between my legs.

"Taylor," I breathed out, my voice barely above a whisper, thick with anticipation.

"I adore it when you whisper my name," she replied in a sultry tone, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she tugged my shirt off with a swift motion, the fabric falling to the floor in a forgotten heap.

In a rush of desire, I fumbled with her pajama top, our lips colliding in a passionate kiss that ignited a fire deep within me. The buttons surrendered easily under my fingers, each one popping open like a promise, revealing the soft skin beneath. My hands slipped beneath the fabric, seeking the warmth of her chest, feeling the rapid beat of her heart echoing my own.

The kiss deepened, our breaths mingling as I explored the curves of her body, my fingers tracing the delicate lines of her collarbone. She responded with a soft sigh, her body arching into mine, urging me to go further. I could feel the heat radiating from her, a magnetic pull that drew me closer, igniting every nerve ending in my body.

"God, you're beautiful," I murmured against her lips, my hands roaming freely now, savoring the softness of her skin, the way she shivered under my touch.

"Show me," she challenged, her voice low and inviting, a spark of mischief dancing in her eyes.

With a newfound urgency, I pushed the fabric of her pajama top aside, my fingers brushing against the swell of her breasts, eliciting a gasp that sent a thrill through me. I leaned in, capturing her mouth again, pouring all my longing into the kiss, as if trying to convey everything I felt in that moment.

Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, as if she couldn't get enough. I could feel her warmth radiating against me, the way her body pressed against mine, igniting a fire that threatened to consume us both.

"Taylor," I breathed again, this time with a sense of urgency, my hands exploring the expanse of her back, feeling the way she melted into my touch.

"Just like that," she encouraged, her voice a sultry whisper that sent shivers down my spine.

I lost myself in the moment, in the intoxicating blend of her scent, her taste.

Taylor pressed against my leg, our kisses turning wild and messy. Her lips found a sweet spot on my neck, leaving marks that declared to the world that I belonged to her.

I couldn't stifle the moans escaping my lips as her hands explored my chest. One hand slowly ventured down, slipping beneath my underwear, teasing around my drenched folds.

"Stop teasing," I gasped not able to hold back the moans she induced.

In an instant, Taylor withdrew, yanking my underwear down and tossing them aside. She spread my legs wide and settled in, and I nearly lost my breath at the sight.

"Stay still," she purred.

Her hands wound their way around my thighs before her tounge slipped between my soaked folds. I threw my head back at the feeling. Her tounge finding its way around my clit as I tried my best to keep still.

"Fuck Taylor" I moaned out

I felt her smirk before she inserted a finger, drawing me closer to the edge. I gripped the bedsheets as the knot in my stomach started to build up. Oh how I felt like a man in this moment, not being able to last long. Taylor inserted another finger before wrapping her lips around my clit and I came undone. I tried my best to keep my moans at a minimum but the climax rocked through me like a freight train.

I gripped the bedsheets as Taylor lapped up the area, my body riding out the climax. My body shuddering at the feeling, the overstimulation of Taylor's tongue.

"Holy shit" I moaned

Taylor crawled up onto me before she connected her lips to mine. My taste on her lips were enough to spur me on.

"Get up here" I motioned for Taylor to scoot more.

I wanted her to feel what I did, to show her the stars that she showed me.

"Babe I'm not riding your face, I'll crush you" Taylor looked a little shocked and intimidated.

"No you won't" I said urging her to continue.

She carefully climbed forward, unsure where to move. As she lingered above me as I could tell she was holding back. I reached up and wound my arms around her legs and pulled her all the way down so she was flush with my mouth.

"Shit" Taylor grasped the headboard

Oh how she was in for a ride.