Tank slipped his briefs off as he laid between her legs. Kayla slipped her nightgown over her head, leaving herself bare beneath him. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow from the moonlight casting warm shadows over their bodies.

Tank took his time, his lips trailing from her neck down to her collarbone, then lower, pressing soft kisses over her breasts before moving further down. Kayla's breath hitched, her fingers gripping the sheets as he made his way between her thighs.

She had never been touched like this before. Her ex-boyfriend never took his time with her, never slowed down to make sure she was comfortable, to make sure she felt everything. But Tank, he moved with a purpose, like he had all the patience in the world.

He glanced up at her, his light brown eyes dark with hunger. "Relax, baby," he murmured, his deep country drawl making her shiver.

Kayla's legs trembled as she tried to do what he said, but anticipation had her body wound tight. Tank smirked against her skin, pressing kisses along her inner thigh, taking his time as he worked his way closer.

Her breathing grew uneven, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "Tank..." she whispered, her voice laced with both need and nervousness.

"I got you," he reassured her, his hands gripping her thighs, holding her open for him. "Just lemme take care of you."

And then he did.

The moment his mouth met her, Kayla let out a soft gasp, her back arching off the bed. She had never felt anything like this before—never knew something could feel this good. Tank took his time, learning her, teasing her, drawing out every sound he could from her lips.

Kayla's fingers found their way into his short curls, gripping tight as pleasure overtook her senses. She tried to close her legs, overwhelmed by the intensity, but Tank held her firm, keeping her right where he wanted her.

"Nuh uh, lemme finish," he murmured against her, the vibrations sending another wave of pleasure through her body.

Kayla's breath hitched, her legs shaking as she felt herself getting close. Tank felt it too, his grip tightening as he took her over the edge, not letting up until she was completely undone beneath him.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her body trembling in the aftermath. Tank pressed one last kiss to her inner thigh before moving back up, hovering over her with a satisfied smirk.

"You okay?" he asked, brushing a braid from her face.

Kayla blinked up at him, still trying to catch her breath. "I—yeah. I'm okay," she whispered, her voice shaky.

Tank chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "Told you I got you."

Kayla deepened the kiss to her best ability, her lips parting as she reached between them, fingers wrapping around his thick length. He was big, really big, and for a brief moment, she wondered how the hell he was going to fit. But she knew—Tank would make it fit.

Tank groaned into her mouth, his grip tightening on her hips as he let her explore him. His body was hot, muscles tense beneath her touch, but he didn't rush her. Instead, he kissed on her, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses down her jaw, her neck, her collarbone—distracting her as he aligned himself with her heat.

A deep moan slipped from her lips the second she felt him press against her, the mushroom tip pushing past her entrance.

"Oh, Tank," Kayla whimpered, her nails digging into his back.

"Shit," Tank exhaled sharply, his head falling into the crook of her neck as he felt her tightness wrap around him. Too tight. Too damn good.

He took it slow, easing deeper inch by inch, his body tense as he let her adjust to him. Kayla gasped beneath him, her legs trembling as she held onto him for dear life.

"Oh fuck," Tank groaned, his jaw clenched tight. She felt too damn good.

"Keep going, Tank," Kayla panted, her voice breathy, needy.

That was all he needed.

He rolled his hips, pushing deeper, stretching her out, letting her feel every inch of him. Kayla moaned into his ear, her breath hot against his skin. Tank kissed on her, soothing her, worshipping her, his hands gripping her thighs as he lost himself in the feel of her.

She was wet, warm, wrapped around him like she was made for him.

Damn.

He wasn't expecting this—not tonight, not like this—but now that he was here, buried inside her, there was no turning back.

"More, baby, please," Kayla whimpered, her voice cracking.

Tank cursed under his breath, trying his best to control himself. He had to—she was new to this, and he wasn't about to wreck her on the first night.

But then she said—

"Don't hold back, baby. Give me your all," Kayla moaned, her nails dragging down his back.

That was it. That was fucking it. Tank let go.

He pinned her to the bed, gripping her wrists as he gave it to her, every stroke deep, slow, deliberate. The pent-up tension from the past three months, the fact that he hadn't had sex in damn near six months, the way she was taking him, moaning for him—it all came crashing down at once.

"Fuck, Kayla," he grunted, his thrusts getting rougher, deeper.

Kayla cried out beneath him, arching into his strokes, taking everything he had to give her.

"Tank... oh my God, baby..." she sobbed, her legs locking around his waist.

"Take it, then," Tank growled, his lips brushing against her ear. "Take all of it." Tank pushed her legs up more, folding her deeper into the mattress as he sank into her tight heat. His eyes stayed locked on the way his thick, beige dick disappeared into her slick, brown heat, his body tightening at the erotic sight.

Fuck.

Kayla was gripping him like a vice, her walls fluttering around him with every stroke. She was overstimulated, lost in the pleasure, but she loved it. Her moans were high and desperate, filling the room like music, and it only made Tank move with more purpose.

"Ugh, Tanky," Kayla whimpered, her voice shaky, struggling to form words between her moans.

Tank groaned at the sound, his control slipping.

"You take my dick too good," he growled, sitting up on his knees as he pounded into her, his hands firm on her waist.

Kayla sobbed beneath him, her body arching, taking everything he gave her.

"You mine?" Tank demanded, his voice rough, his strokes deep and slow.

"Yes," Kayla moaned, breathless.

"Tell me you mine," Tank gritted out, his release creeping up on him, making his muscles lock up.

"I'm yours, Tyler," Kayla gasped, her voice breaking as a new, intense sensation built deep in the pit of her stomach.

Tank nearly lost it right then and there.

Hearing his government name slip past her lips, so soft, so needy, damn near sent him over the edge.

Kayla trembled underneath him, her thighs shaking, her hands gripping at the sheets as her pleasure climbed higher and higher.

"I—I wanna cum," she sobbed, her voice pleading.

"So cum," Tank groaned, his thrusts slowing just enough to keep her right there, on the edge.

"I can't—it won't come out," Kayla whined, her body locked up, stuck between pleasure and release.

Tank smirked, knowing exactly what she needed.

He dropped a hand between them, pressing down on her hidden clit, his thumb finding that sensitive little bundle of nerves hiding under the extra skin. The moment he rubbed the sensitive head, Kayla's body jerked like she'd been shocked.

"Oh, Tank," she screamed, her legs trembling uncontrollably.

Her orgasm ripped through her, a gush of fluid squirting out of her, splashing against his abs and dripping down his thighs.

Tank felt it, saw it, and that was it.

"Kayla," he groaned, deep and guttural, his head dropping back as his orgasm overtook him.

His body locked up, his stomach tightening as he came deep inside of her, his release pulsing through him so strong he damn near blacked out.

His moans mixed with hers, heavy breaths and shaking bodies tangled together in the aftermath.

Tank collapsed on top of her, his heart pounding against hers, his arms wrapped around her body as he let the pleasure settle in.

Damn.

He wasn't expecting to come home to this... but he was so damn glad he did.