I clamp my thighs around Tate’s face as I come, he growls, still lapping away at my pussy. I come for what seems like forever, riding the high for much longer than I ever thought was possible. When I finally come back down to Earth and Tate slides out from between my legs, I’m already wishing he’d do it all again.
“Don’t worry. I’m far from done with you,” he says, clambering onto the bed and towering over me. “I want to see your body, Macy. Take your dress off so I can look at you.”
I suddenly feel very exposed. I didn’t expect him to want to see me fully naked, for some reason. I guess some part of me was hoping to hide behind my clothes forever. But I can’t deny him what he wants. I know I’ll always do exactly as he asks of me, no matter what he wants.
I sit up so that I can lift the dress over my head, leaving me wearing nothing beneath. Tate’s eyes roam over my body, a deep growl emanating from him.
He pushes me down on the bed once again, completely taken over by his lust, and kisses me while his hand ventures between my legs. Before I can react, his fingers have slid inside me, bringing me a whole new sensation and a whole new level of pleasure. I gasp against his lips, as he works his magic once again.
“Tate…” I murmur as his lips slide down my body, to my neck, and over my breasts. He kisses my breasts hungrily, growling all the while. His mouth latches on to my nipple and he sucks on it, teasing my other nipple with his thumb as his other hand works between my legs. I didn’t expect it to feel good, but damn, it does. I’m trembling once again, enjoying every second of his tongue circling my bud. He moves to the other nipple and does the same, his fingers rhythmically thrusting in and out of me. Feeling both sensations at once is enough to send me back into overdrive.
“God, Tate…it feels so good…don’t stop, don’t stop…” I pant.
He definitely doesn’t plan to stop from the sounds he’s making, growling as his free hand grasps at my breast, kneading it, while his fingers between my legs work me hard.
“Your body is so fucking incredible. Every inch of it,” Tate growls, his kisses on my skin frantic now. He seems to be getting as much pleasure out of touching me as I’m getting from his touch. It’s a magical moment, and it just keeps getting better. As I near my second orgasm, I moan deeply, knowing this is going to feel even better than I could ever fathom.
When the moment hits me I cry out so loud I’m sure all the neighbors will be wondering what’s going on, but I couldn’t care less. This is our moment. With Tate’s fingers deep inside me, I come alive.
He keeps his finger inside me as I ride my climax, kissing me gently in every spot he can reach. Everything feels a little fuzzy as I come down to Earth from heaven.
This is insane.
This is what I’ve waited so long for.
And it was more than worth the wait.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Tate
My mind is going wild thinking of all the things I want to do to Macy. One look at her naked body beneath me and I feel like I’m going to go crazy. I want to fuck her every way possible, kiss every inch of her skin. I want my hands to touch places that no other man has ever touched. I want this entire night to be about pleasing her over and over again.
But as I’m about to get back to work on her, Macy puts a hand to my chest, keeping me at bay. I frown at her.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” she says with a sultry smile. “Except that you’re still fully dressed.”
She begins to unbutton my shirt and I groan as her fingers brush against my hot skin. Her touch is electric, making my body buzz.
“Tonight isn’t about me. I want to give you pleasure. I wasn’t done yet.”
“But I want to touch you. That would give me pleasure,” she says, looking up into my eyes.
There’s something so damn sexy about the way she does it that it causes my cock to jerk. It’s throbbing now, desperate to be touched. Pleasuring her turned me on so much that I feel like I’m about to come. So the thought of her hand wrapped around my cock…it’s a thought I can’t resist.
“Okay,” I grunt, shrugging off my shirt and revealing my torso to her. She eyes me up greedily, her hand tentatively brushing over my chest, fingers delving into the contours of my chiseled chest. “I’m all yours, baby.”
She seems to relish the thought. I can sense her nerves, but there’s a gleam of excitement in her eyes. She’s forgotten to be nervous about the fact she’s naked in front of me, something I know she was nervous about earlier. When she begins to unbuckle my pants, I feel a surge of desire. I can’t wait to see what she’s going to do next.