I’ll make sure she does.
I pull her up to a sitting position. She watches me,entranced as I take my time removing her shirt, kissing each shoulder as it’s bared to me.
“So beautiful,” I whisper.
I kiss every damn inch of skin that’s revealed as I slowly rid her of everything, until she’s naked with only a blush staining her cheeks as she looks at me in anticipation.
“Now lie back.”
I wait for her to get comfortable, then sink to the mattress between her thighs, leisurely sliding my arms beneath them until they rest over my biceps.
“Give me your hands.”
Tate holds my eyes, sliding her hands into my waiting ones. I wrap her fingers between each of mine and rest them against her lower stomach.
“Now, pay attention,” I rasp, before dipping to press a lingering kiss between her thighs.
She jolts, her breath catching.
“You and me,” I declare, pressing another kiss to her and looking up into her eyes. “Tell me.”
“Me and you,” she whispers, her words turning into a moan as I lick her in one long, languid stroke.
“That’s right. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Sullivan,” she whimpers.
I sink into her, groaning as I take my time eating her out until her flesh quivers against my tongue. I told her I was going to take care of her. But as her first orgasm spills into my mouth and she shudders against me, there’s no doubt in my mind that I need this just as much as she does.
“Fuck,” I groan, sliding two fingers inside her and making her come again before I ease up.
She’s breathless and flushed as I stand and remove my clothes.
“Sullivan,” she whispers, reaching for me as I climb onto the bed, settling my hips between her thighs.
“What is it, Baby?” I murmur, kissing her pouty lower lip.
My dick slides against her, getting coated in a mix of her arousal and my saliva. I hook one of her legs behind the knee and lift it, wrapping it over my hip.
Her lids hood, her eyes glazed over in a post-orgasmic haze. She’s exactly how I want her to be. Relaxed. Sated. Not thinking about anything else except how good it feels to let me take care of her.
I push forward, sliding into her slowly.
She whimpers against my mouth and stretches around me, gripping me in a way that makes my eyes roll back in ecstasy.
“You don’t have to talk. You don’t have to do anything. I’ve got you,” I tell her, kissing her softly.
I pull back a little, then push forward again, sinking deep inside her.
She trembles around me, each tiny flutter like a goddamn signal to my cock to take it easy, or I’ll be done in a matter of seconds.
“Sullivan,” she moans, sinking her hands into my hair.
We pause, foreheads pressed together, eyes held in weighted meaning, lips hovering over one another, the sound of our soft breaths passing between us.
She doesn’t need to say anything. Neither of us do.
This time, our silence speaks volumes, louder than any words, any notes played on a piano, any words sang.
