I pushed my head into the pillow with embarrassment. He urged me to lift my face so he could hear me.
“Kind of,” I squeaked out. He chuckled and planted a kiss on my shoulder.
“That’s hot.”
“It is?” I was skeptical.
“Super fucking hot. If you liked it then we can explore that side of you. No pun intended. But I’d love to take your ass.”
“Tate!” My eyes bulged with his declaration.
“What? If I can’t say things like that to my wife, then who can I say it to?”
I giggled.
“You shouldn’t say that to anyone!”
“Why not? It’s true.” He began tracing my bare arm lightly with his fingers. It sent ripples of light pleasure down my spine. He continued down, tracing the curves of my midsection and then sliding down to my backside. He cupped my bottom and squeezed.
“You have a gorgeous ass. I’d be honored if you let me-”
I whipped my body around and slapped my hand over his mouth.
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence!” I squealed with laughter. Even in the darkness of the room I could see his smile.
“Or what? Oh, come on. Live a little,” he teased. His hands went around me, pushing me against him. His erection had come back to full attention. “Let me do it. It’s more for you than me.”
I snorted. “Alright, now I know you’re full of it.” I rolled back over. “Let’s try to get some sleep before we have to go get our daughter in the morning.” I closed my eyes and prepared myself for rest. Tate had different interests.
As I attempted to sleep, he continued to massage my naked body. He traced light designs over my shoulders, planted soft kisses on my neck, and tweaked my nipples just hard enough for them to harden under his touch. I could feel my resolve disappearing with each stroke, each lick, each whisper of all the dirty, dirty things he wanted to do to me.
My legs parted for him when his fingers found their way down there. I was already slick with need for him, despite myself. I couldn’t help it. Tate was the most arousing man I had ever met. I got wet just being in the same room as him. He made lazy circles over my core, swirling my juices around my most sensitive area. I moaned and he chuckled.
His kisses were on my neck, and I could feel the vibration from his laugh on my skin. The scruff on his cheeks felt incredible rubbing against me. I imagined that feeling between my legs and I let out another groan.
“Mm, what are you thinking about that has you so turned on?” he asked me, amused. I felt my cheeks redden at the thought that had been running through my mind. He asked me again and I answered honestly.
“I was thinking about how your scruff would feel against my thighs.”
“You want me down there? Again?” He slipped his finger inside my tender opening. I winced, but quickly got used to the slow movements. He was being careful not to hurt me.
“No, I haven’t showered,” I murmured but he silenced me quickly with a kiss. The faintest hint of me still on his lips from before. I moaned as he moved his fingers in and out of me. He chuckled and sat up. He reached into the drawer for another condom and grinned. I bit my lower lip, eager for him to put it on. He rolled me onto my back and started feathering kisses down my body. My neck, my breasts, my stomach, and then...
I snapped my legs together, but he coaxed them open with soft kisses. I soon relaxed and he moved to lay down between my legs. He brushed his rough cheeks against my inner thighs.
“How does it feel? Does it live up to your every fantasy?”
I giggled.
“It’s so much more. Just that alone has me satisfied,” I teased. He lifted his head up and raised an eyebrow.
“Satisfied? Already? Oh no, you don’t even know the word. Lay back,” he ordered. I did as told and he leaned down, taking all of me into his mouth.Holy shit.
As he lapped at my most sensitive spots, I couldn’t help but wonder where in the hell he was getting all of this stamina? I was beat from earlier this evening. Suddenly, the pleasure he was giving me started coming in louder, harder waves. I moaned.
“Tate, I’m close.”
He paused only for a moment before continuing.
