“Tate,” I whine. “Please.”
Sliding his hands back up my thighs, he grips my right leg and drapes it over his shoulder, leaving me completely exposed.Holy shit.The heat in his eyes has my core clenching. I’m certain he can see how wet I am, and it only heightens my desire.
“Tate,” I whimper.
Without a word, he holds my gaze as he brings his mouth to the apex of my thighs. He swipes his tongue across my sensitive slit and my knees nearly buckle. My mouth pops open in a silent scream when he spreads me wider and spears his tongue into my entrance. I can’t think. I can’t move. I can barely remain upright up as I feel myself already spiraling toward release.
His beard is rough against my sensitive skin which adds to the sensations as he circles his tongue around my clit. My chest constricts and I let out a noise I don’t even recognize when he clamps his mouth around me and sucks, drawing my clit into his mouth. He slides one hand up and grips my ass, steadying me when my knees buckle.
“Fuck! Tate!”
My breathing comes in short gasps as my orgasm builds. His hair is soft on my fingers as I grip it and tug, which only seems to make him greedy for more. He slides his hand from my thigh to my center, slipping two fingers into my pussy and sending me crashing over the edge. Screaming a garbled version of his name, I struggle to remain upright through the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced. Static fills my vision as I continue to pulse and squeeze around his fingers.
“Look at you, soaking my face. So, fucking good.”
“God—” I can’t manage another word when his fingers are stroking that sensitive place inside me, drawing out my pleasure.
“Saymyname when I’m making you come,” he growls.
“Tate!”
My legs give out, and he stands with ease and lowers me to the bed. Did I just—I don’t have a chance to finish my thought before he strips off his only piece of clothing and joins me on the bed. He hovers over me, looking me over briefly before crushing his lips to mine, plunging his tongue into my mouth.
“See how good you taste?”
He returns his mouth to mine before I have a chance to answer. I haven’t fully come down from my orgasm yet, but I already want more. Heat builds in my core from the sweet tang of my arousal on his tongue. He kisses me like I’m his lifeline.
I wrap my arms around him and pull him closer, raising my hips in a desperate plea for him to fill me. He teases at my entrance and I’m ready to beg. I need him. Finally, he slides a hand down to my waist and holds me steady as he slowly glides inside. My breath catches at the unfamiliar sensation of skin on skin, the feeling alone causing need to coil tighter at my core.
“More,” I cry as I meet his thrust, trying to take him deeper.
“Fuck, sweetheart, I—fuck—I should get a condom.”
“I’m on birth control.”
His only movement is his breathing as he studies me. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. I want to feel you.”
I know this could be our last time together, and I want there to be no holding back. I want all of him. He draws back and then fills me again, deeper than the last time. Stretching around his hard length, my pussy squeezes him as he sets a steady pace. I run my hands along the corded muscles of his back, holding him close and enjoying the way they move and flex beneath my hands. His hair, now damp with sweat, hangs in his face as he looks down at me.
“Fuck, Joy. Your tight pussy is the perfect fit for me.”
His words. God, his words. And the way he’s looking at me. He grips my thigh, just above the knee, and raises it, spreading me wider as he pistons into me. His thrusts grow harder, and I meet each one. I crave the delicious line of pleasure and pain that I’m teetering on. My body trembles, and before I know what’s happening another orgasm tears through me. Dragging my nails down his back, I bite down on his shoulder as I come apart on his cock.
Tate kisses my forehead and down my cheek, until he reaches my mouth. The kiss on my lips is soft. Tender. I swallow the lump in my throat as he places more soft kisses along my jaw, stopping just below my ear.
“On your knees. Ass up.”
Chapter 24
Tate
Joyisfuckingperfect.Gripping her hip with one hand, I trail my other hand up her naked back, once again working hard to maintain control. It took everything in me to not come apart with her, and I’m close again just from this view of her amazing ass.
I line myself up at her entrance. She jolts at the contact, and I use my free hand to caress her back until she relaxes. As soon as she does, I slide myself into her, groaning at the way her pussy grips me. She’s already beginning to tremble.
“Tate,” she whines. “It’s too much.”
