“Oh… Fuck…” The pleasure was instant and intense. And Tate had to feel the time constraint too because he worked her hard and fast. Licking, sucking, rubbing, he whipped Olivia to the edge of orgasm so quickly it startled her. “Jesus Christ… Tate—”
Olivia grasped his head, gripping a handful of his hair as the climax ripped through her. Her muscles contracted and she curled toward him only to be hit with jolt after jolt of pleasure. She clenched her teeth against the urge to scream, stifling them into growls and whimpers. And when they finally released their grip, Olivia’s head swam.
“Fuck,” she whispered, trying to catch her breath as Tate pushed to his feet and tossed his wallet on the bar.
His expression was sharp and intense and his eyes were black. He darted a look toward the glass before searching for a condom. Olivia used his jeans to pull herself upright, moved his clothes out of the way and found a thick, hard cock waiting. But she’d barely licked her lips when Tate rolled on a condom.
She was still making a sound of disappointment in her throat when Tate wrapped an arm around her waist, pulled her off the stool and turned her to face the glass.
“Kneel.” His husky order warmed her ear, but it wasn’t his breath that tingled down her neck, it was the hunger and demand in his voice. “I need to get deep.”
Olivia shivered. She shivered. A full body tremor of raw excitement.
She balanced her knees on the stool’s leather pad and pressed her hands to the edge of the bar. Tate’s big, warm hand stroked her skin from the back of her thigh to the middle of her back, pushing her shirt toward her shoulders. When she looked back at him, his dark gaze was eating up her body. Every intimate inch of her body.
“So fucking gorgeous,” he murmured, his hand continuing to sweep over her and create fresh heat. “Next time, we’re turning on all the lights and taking our time and I’m going to look at every inch of you.”
Next time?
A bubble of emotion swelled somewhere inside her and drifted toward the surface. But she had no idea what those emotions were.
Tate’s hands were everywhere now, stroking her belly, sliding down her back. He circled her waist, flattened his hands on her belly and moved upward. Over her ribs. Covering her breasts. He groaned and drew her back against him. His erection teased the crease of her ass and made her pussy clench. Tate pressed a path of open-mouthed kisses along her spine, sliding her shirt a little higher for each one.
Olivia couldn’t take it anymore. She reached behind her, found his erection and lifted her hips to nudge the head of his cock against her opening.
“Hungry for me?” Tate rasped in her ear.
“Starved.”
He sighed, the sound carrying a satisfied growl. Wrapping one arm low across her hips, he used the other to stroke her pussy and place himself. By the time he was ready to push inside her, Olivia’s mouth watered with anticipation.
Tate slipped a hand between her thighs, tightened his fingers near her knee and lifted her leg to the side. Slowly, slowly, slowly he opened her until she was completely vulnerable. Only then did he push inside. And he entered her just as slowly. Inch by exquisitely thick, burning inch until he filled her beyond capacity, making her breath stutter, her heart quiver.
There, he paused and Olivia lowered her head, letting it drop between her outstretched arms braced against the bar.
He pressed a kiss to the top of her shoulder and said, “Feel me, Olivia?”
She didn’t understand the question, just knew she wanted him to move. To rock his hips. To pull out and thrust home. To fuck her until she screamed.
He seemed to read her mind, drawing out of her so completely, she lifted her head to look over her shoulder. But before she ever got that far, Tate drove back in. All the way back in. Swift and hard.
The finish stole Olivia’s breath. The instant explosion of pleasure pushed a cry from her lips.
“This is all I’ve been able to think about,” Tate rasped at her ear. “Getting so deep inside you, the only thing you feel is me. The only thing you can think about is me.”
“Yes…” It came out in a whisper.
The arm around her waist loosened and his slipped his hand between her legs. Her sex clenched.
“Mmm, so soft.” He gently worked his fingers into her folds, until two fingers snuggled her clit.
He released her thigh, and the hand wedged between her legs rubbed her clit. Pleasure spilled in, and Olivia moaned, long and low.
He wrapped his free arm around her, cupping her breast.
“Tate.” She moaned his name, lifting her hips to push him deeper. But it also made other parts tug against his hand… “Oh, God…”
Tate thrust gently, a quiet move, but one that sang through her body. Each stroke grew longer, deeper and harder. Each stroke delivered a double jolt of ecstasy. And Tate seemed exquisitely talented at spacing his thrusts just far enou