His lips skim the curve of my shoulder as he unsnaps my bra, but he still isn’t in a rush. He licks, kisses, and nibbles my neck, throat, and shoulders before finally letting the dress fall halfway down. My bra finally disappears when he tosses it to the side and he turns me to face him.
“Fuck, I love your breasts.” He dips his head, sucking on one nipple.
My breasts are a lot more sensitive now, but he seems to sense exactly how much is too much and immediately backs off. His tongue is warm and wet against my skin, every nerve ending slowly coming alive. When he moves to the other breast, the first one feels oddly abandoned and I bring my hand up to massage it, keep the sensations going because this is spectacular torture.
“You like that, baby?” he murmurs, momentarily lifting his head.
“I love when you touch me.”
He smiles, a wicked gleam in his eyes telling me he’s only just getting started.
It’s nice being with someone whose libido matches mine—and who knows exactly what makes me tick.
Looking down at him sucking on one of my nipples is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen, and I’m torn between wanting to watch and just closing my eyes and enjoying.
“Your breasts are a lot more sensitive,” he murmurs. “Let me know if it’s too much.”
“I will.”
Now he drops to his knees and presses his face against my mid-section, his tongue circling my belly button. Then he brings his hands around, gently flattening them against the pooch that has popped a little in the last week.
“Our baby is growing in there,” he says in a throaty whisper. “And you’re still the sexiest woman I know.”
The protest dies on my lips because…I don’t want to negate his feelings. Or the way hearing those words makes me feel. Maybe he’s lying. Maybe he’s exaggerating to make me feel better, but whatever it is, it’s exactly what I need.
And he seems perfectly content to just continue his sensual assault, using his mouth, hands, and fingers to send me into the most heightened state of arousal.
“Tate…” There’s no mistaking the need in my voice.
“Just a little longer,” he whispers. “I’m having so much fun caressing you.”
With one hand cupping my ass and his mouth continuing to do delicious things to my skin, he uses his free hand to slowly slide down the thong I’m wearing. And then he goes back to kissing me. My hip bones, the crease of my thigh, and back to my stomach.
“Tate…” I whimper.
He lifts his gaze to mine and we stare at each other for a long moment.
“On the bed,” he says gruffly, eyes never leaving my face.
I can’t move fast enough, spreading out on my back, and watching as he strips for me. Slowly. Methodically. Almost like a tease.
But it’s gorgeous to watch inch after inch of tattooed skin coming into view.
And the whole time he’s watching me watch him.
“Like anything you see?” he asks quietly.
“Everything.”
When he’s naked, his erection proudly bobbing against his groin, he moves toward me, crawling across the mattress.
“Pretty soon I won’t be able to lie on top of you,” he says gently. “Is it okay if we do it that way tonight?”
“Yes.” I hold out my arms and he covers my body with his.
His lips find mine and without a word, he reaches down to position himself at my dripping entrance—and slides right in. I moan into his mouth, my hips lifting to meet his. He brings one of my legs up and around so my calf is resting on his ass, and then he starts to move.
It’s not slow or gentle anymore, but it’s glorious.
