I'm thankful for the loud music that covers these new sounds he's pulling from me.
"T-Tate..." His forehead is pressed to mine while I cling to him, nails digging into his shoulders. I hang there on the edge, tense as hell, as I wait for him to grind into me again. When hedoesn't, I let out a low whine chasing him with my hips.
He grins against my lips.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now, do you?” He mumbles, not moving his mouth away from mine.
His tongue dives into my mouth at the same time his thumb easily finds my clit through my cotton panties. He rubs slow, tight circles.
I gasp.
Tate takes that opportunity to deepen the kiss.
I probably should be embarrassed about the wet spot already on my panties, but I can't find it in me to care. Not when he’s making it so hard to think. Not when it’s been so long since I felt this good.
I let my nails scratch a bit when they trail down his chest. I push them up under his shirt, needing to feel more of him.
His abs are sculpted with deep grooves that make me want to put the can of whipped cream to use.
He plants open mouth kisses in the sensitive spot where my neck and shoulder meet, down my collar bone and the V of my dress.
My back arches into him, head falling back. Is this actually happening right now? Did I fall and hit my head?
His finger teases the crease of my thigh and pauses along the seam of my panties.
“May I?” I melt into him even more at his southern drawl.
“Yes,please.”
He expertly slides a thick finger past the side of my panties and gently teases my entrance with a slow circle before pressing it in deep.
“Fuuuck,”Then he flattens his tongue and licks up the curve of my neck. His teeth drag lightly on my earlobe. He pumps his finger in and out a few times before adding another.
I clench around him.
He groans low and buries his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling deep. His mouth comes down on that sensitive part of my nec
“You're squeezing me so tight, baby.”
Then he does something to me that makes my vision explode with white before I can't take it anymore and let my eyes squeeze shut. His fingers are crooked upwards, massaging me in a place I thought was an urban legend.
I'm whimpering and moaning and falling apart in Tate's arms. He holds me up whispering sweet encouragement in my ear, as he continues to massage that magical spot. He's reduced my entire being to two fingers and the pad of his thumb.
“There you go. You’re doing so well, baby.” His voice is a rumble in my ear, sending me careening closer to the edge. “Fuck, you’re soaking my hand.”
My orgasm crashes over me so hard that an actual tear falls from the corners of my eye. My toes curl. My hands are digging into him, holding on for dear life.
I have no idea how long he holds me there, wringing every bit of pleasure from my shaking body.
I start to come down from the high, blinking up at him as he slowly withdraws from me and moves my underwear back into place.
He lets me down but stays pressed to me. My mouth falls open in lustful shock as he sucks his fingers into his mouth. His eyes close like I'm the best thing he's ever tasted and he wants— needs to savour it.
His thumb brushes over my bottom lip, followed by a lick and a soft nip.
“That was…” I don't know what to say and although this was rather sudden it doesn't feel awkward. I can't help but look down to where he's still harder than my granite countertops. I lightly brush my hand over the bulge.
His head tilts back on a sigh.
