As if he needed an answer to that question. She always wanted him inside her. Wanted them both to fall over the edge together.
“Inside me,” she said breathily. “I need you, Tate.”
Still, he teased and tormented her, bringing her right to the brink and then retreating, allowing her to ease back from the edge. Just when she thought she’d scream in frustration, he slid up her body, opening her legs wide as he settled between them. He nuzzled her breasts, teasing them to rigidity before finally sliding inside her.
Her breath caught, unable to escape her chest as he pushed inside her. He was met with slight resistance as she stretched to accommodate him.
“Take me,” he growled.
It was a command he often gave her, one that sent delicious chills over her body. It was a game they played. As though she were reluctant to take him whole and he was determined to get there.
He withdrew and then thrust hard, seating himself fully, her gasp echoing through the room.
“All of me,” he commanded. “You’ll take all of me.”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Take me, Tate. You own me.”
He withdrew again and hammered forward, his hips pressed against her behind as he strained to reach maximum depth.
“How much can you take, Chessy?” The silky words slid over her ears, sending an uncontrollable shiver over her body. “No mercy. I’m going hard. I want you to come for me. Let go.”
Then he began thrusting hard and fast. The slap of flesh against flesh filled her senses. Her entire body tightened as her orgasm swelled and built, an inferno erupting all around her.
She sobbed his name as the room blurred around her. But through it all, she could see his face, his eyes intently boring into hers, demanding her submission. She gave it freely. For this man she’d give anything at all.
His body came down on hers, his forearms propped against the mattress on either side of her body. His hips undulated, rising and falling. Their breaths mingled and his mouth found hers in a heated rush that left her breathless. His tongue mimicked the motions of his cock, fucking her mouth just like his cock fucked her pussy.
She hitched her legs higher, tilting her pelvis up so she could take even more of him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, anchoring herself to him and then lifted to meet every thrust, matching his motions so they moved in perfect unison.
“I love you,” Tate said into her mouth. “I’ll always love you, Chessy. I need you to believe that.”
“I love you too,” she breathed.
Then she closed her eyes, her body so taut she felt near to breaking. His words mixed with the deep thrusts unraveled her at the speed of sound.
She reached for his shoulders, digging her fingers into his solid flesh.
“That’s it, baby. Give it to me,” Tate said in a soothing tone.
And then she simply burst. Pleasure bloomed and exploded around her. Her body seemed to fly in a hundred different directions all at once.
She was panting, trying desperately to draw air into her starved lungs. And then Tate tensed above her, his brow creased into an expression that bordered on pain. He thrust hard and then again and then he stilled, his hips pumping spasmodically against her body.
His release flooded her, hot and silky. He moaned as his hips twitched, each surge of cum causing another spasm.
Then he finally lowered his head to hers, so their foreheads touched and their noses bumped.
“God, I’ve missed you, baby,” Tate said in a voice full of regret. “I’m so sorry. So damn sorry.”
“Shhh,” she whispered. “Not now. Not when everything is so perfect. Let’s put the past behind us where it belongs. We have so much to look forward to.”
He kissed her lingeringly, their tongues dancing and teasing.
“I’ll always put you first from now on,” he vowed. “You’ll never question your place in my heart or soul.”
SEVEN
KYLIEBreckenridge stared at her cell phone, her brow creased with indecision as she fixated on Chessy’s contact number. She vacillated between calling Chessy directly or calling Joss to see if Chessy had been in touch. But she knew if Joss had heard anything at all, she would have called Kylie by now. And, well, Kylie didn’t want to risk interrupting Chessy if things had gone really, really well and the two were even now in anniversary bliss. Even though her gut told her that months of accumulated unhappiness wouldn’t be fixed in a single night’s time.
