“I want to stroke you until you’re close and then let you ravage me,” I confessed.
“Not so fast. I want to make your thighs shake with just my tongue. I love how you taste. You get so wet when my mouth is down there, sucking, while my fingers are inside, fucking you.”
It was as if he was in control of my body. My fingers moved lower, slipping inside. In and out slowly, doing as he would if he were here.
“Oh Tate,” I gasped.
“Tell me,” he urged. “How does my tongue feel on your clit?”
“Oh God.” My fingers moved over my sex, taking over any rational thought. I needed release and I needed it now. Tate stopped talking as well and I could hear his hard, heavy breaths, matching my own.
“I’m close,” he gasped and just like that I let out a cry as my own passion overcame me and washed over my body in large, rolling waves of heat, pleasure, and satisfaction.
I heard him moan as his orgasm took him as well and for a moment neither of us spoke. We simply basted in our mutually met climax. After almost a solid minute of listening to each other breathe, a light chuckle came from the other side.
“You okay?”
“Holy hell,” I exclaimed, causing him to laugh louder.
“Feeling better?”
Laughter escaped my own lips and my body relaxed into what I knew would be a fantastic rest tonight. Images of a beautiful, post-sex Tate danced in my mind.
“So,” I started, trying to stifle my giggles. “I’m going to need you to never do another audiobook ever again. That voice is mine now.”
“Oh baby, you don’t even know. You think that was hot? I’m just getting started.”
