When I put my mouth on him, he releases a loud groan and his hand flies to my hair. Not doing anything but anchoring himself to me. I hold back my grin as he curses and pants.
I take my time exploring him, learning what he likes. He sucks in a sharp breath when I trace the vein that runs the underside of his length with my tongue. I experiment. Twisting on the upstroke. Gripping tighter, swirling my tongue around the tip then taking him to the back of mythroat. He lets out a low growl that sends new sensations of pleasure rippling through my body.
He gently stops my movements and nudges me away.
“If you keep that up, I’m gonna cum. And I really need to be inside you before that happens.” He’s already reaching for his wallet and pulling out a condom when I look back up.
I watch as he rolls it on. It’s bigger than what I think any woman really has a use for, but like hell is that going to stop me.
For a moment, I think he’s going to reach for me. Try to take control of the moment. Instead, I place a hand on his chest and nudge him to lie down on his back. He places a hand over mine on his chest.
Tate makes me feel safe. I don’t feel like he’s picking apart my appearance or taking note of every stretch mark on my body. With him, I feel sexy.
I want this man to see how much I love his eyes on me. He stays holding my hand to his heart while I brace myself over him.
We both watch as I sink down on him. Only halfway down before I rise again. This time I take all of him, until our hips are flush together. My mouth falls open, trying to get enough air to my lungs.
“Fuuuck.” Tate’s gaze is glued to where we meet. His hands squeeze low on my hips as he guides them back and forth over his length. “You take me so well.”
The angle he keeps hits that perfect spot every time. My hips roll back and forth under his large hands. I trail my fingers down my neck, between my breasts following the faint line down my abdomen. His eyes follow my hand with rapt attention. When my fingers dip to my center to touch myself, he tosses my hand away. My mouth opens to protest but he quickly cuts me off.
“Let me.” His thumb finds my clit, drawing perfect circles and driving me further into oblivion each time.
His hips buck up into me at a delicious pace. Each grunt and groan from him sends hot sparks of pleasure through me, pulling obscene moans from me.
This wasn’t exactly what I had planned when I climbed on top of him, but I quite liked this outcome. The way his large hands gripped and pulled me closer like he wanted to touch— no,claimevery inch of me was something I'd never experienced before.
“Taaate.”My hands braced on his chest are the only reason I manage to stay upright on him.
With a hand grasping the back of my neck and ass, he flips us so I’m underneath him. Those deep blue eyes of his look almost black with his pupils blown with lust.
“Say my name again, darlin.” His voice is a deep timber of arousal that sends a shiver through my body as he pushes inside me. I rake my nails down his back.
“Tate,” I pant as he picks up the pace. Then because he seems to be spurred on by it, I slowly repeat, “Tate, Tate, Tate.”
His arms wind up my back, and he takes a hold of each of my shoulders, pulling me down to him with each of his thrusts upwards. His pubic bone puts pressure right where I need it. I’m breathless, my mind blank, beginning and ending in only this moment.
“Now, scream it, Darlin.” He says as he sucks my nipple into his mouth and slams into me. My entire body draws impossibly tight— until all at once I shatter.
“Tate!”
His rhythm stutters as he buries himself deep inside me and comes with a guttural roar that he smothers in the crook of my neck.
We lie there, intertwined and panting. I take my fingers through his hair. He props himself up on his elbow and plants kisses on my face down to my breasts.
I look down to where he cups one with his hand and jiggles it slightly.
“I fucking love these.” Tate says, drawing a giggle from me before he kisses them again.
I hiss softly when he pushes in deep one last time before withdrawing from me completely. He rolls away and disappears to the bathroom. I hear the snap of the condom and water running before Tate returns with a washcloth.
I start to sit up and hold my hand out— but he just gestures for me to stay. Heat spreads across my cheeks when I realize he intends to clean me.
“I can do that.” I protest weakly.
“I know. I want to.” The warm cloth is dragged across my skin gently, soothing the slight ache as he cleans me. When he’s done, he joins me back in the bed without dressing.
He pulls me into his still heaving chest and takes my face in both hands. He smiles against my lips, and we share a breathless laugh.
