Tate shivers in my arms, her nipple tightening into a steeled peak beneath my exploring hand.
“It’s fine. I can clean it. I have new dryers from my landlord at my place, remember?”
Even though I know she’s teasing, the idea that it might still be her place when we return to New York, and that she might want to live apart sends a rush of white-hot rage-filled panic through me.
Her dress pays the price.
Her body is pulled toward mine, making her tits heave with a shocked gasp as I grab the neckline and tear the thin fabric right down the center.
“Now I really fucking ruined it.”
“Oh my God.” Her eyes are wide, but they quickly drop to a lust-filled haze. “I liked this one,” she says, her cheeks all flushed and pretty.
“I’ll buy you a thousand just like it.”
I rake my eyes down her body ruthlessly.
“You’re even more incredible than I remember,” I say in awe.
I drop a hand to my dick and squeeze it, unable to helpmyself as I lick my lower lip, eyes greedily ravaging her tits that are spilling out of her bra.
“Fuck yeah, Baby. You got even sexier.”
I gather up a slick load of pre-cum and let go of my dick. Using the tips of my fingers I paint her heaving cleavage until it’s shining with me.
“Do you like this bra too?” I bite my lip as I reach for it.
Before she can answer, I’ve forced my fingers through both thin lace cups and shredded them so her dusky pink nipples poke through.
“Sullivan,” she gasps through a shocked laugh.
“You know the panties are next, Tate. Fuck me, I need to see that pussy of yours. I’ll incinerate anything that’s in my way of being with you.”
She looks at me with a heady intensity.
We both know I’m not just talking about clothes and sex anymore.
Her eyes stay glued to mine as I lower my head and seal my mouth around one nipple. She sucks in a breath and sinks her hand into my hair, tugging it from the roots. I smile around her as I suck harder and lap at her with my tongue.
If I ever doubted that she’s missed me as much as I’ve missed her, then her needy whimpers blow any doubts from my mind.
“I need to make you come,” I groan, my attention on her breasts ramping up in intensity until I’m grazing them with my teeth and delivering little nips alongside open-mouthed, sucking kisses and licks. “Fuck, Tate. I need you coming on my face and my cock, Baby.”
She moans with wanton need as I pick her up and place her onto my bed.
I hold her eyes as I remove my pants and underwear, until I’m standing at the foot of the bed, naked with my dick in my hand.
I give it a much-needed stroke.
“Look at you, Baby,” I tsk. “Lying there with your pretty dress all ruined and your tits out like you’re aching to be fucked.”
“Oh God,” she whimpers, arching up in the air and presenting her perfect nipples to me for sucking on again as I kneel on the bed between her thighs.
“That what you want? To be fucked?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
