Page 75 of Fall Love

With his hands on my hips, he guides me to sit on the edge of his bed. He folds down to his knees, then he spreads my legs as wide as they’ll go. My knees nearly kiss the edge of the bed.

“Tip back,” he says, pressing at my chest and I lower to my elbows.

I’m still wearing my underwear, but it’s worthless right now. The fabric is soaked.

Tate finally remembers this piece of unshed clothing, so he removes the scrap and returns my legs to their open position.

He stares at where I’m wet and needy. “So much prettier than I remember.”

That night is relatively dark. Now, inside his room, one nightstand lamp illuminates the space. I’m typically not a lights-on kind of girl, but I want to see Tate’s face. I don’t want to miss a single expression on those cheeks or gleam in his eyes.

He runs his hands up my inner thighs, then gently spreads where I’m swollen. The first lap nearly sends me off the bed. He clamps my legs down and further digs in, dipping deep, slicing me open.

I drop my head back, whimpering encouragement and gratitude. This hasn’t happened in so long I’d almost forgotten what it feels like. How good he is at it. His tongue, an expert on my body. His lips, a sculptor of sensation. He kisses me with intention before he moves the tip of his tongue to one extra-sensitive spot and adds his fingers, dipping them easily inside me.

“So full,” I whisper. “So good.”

He smiles against me, liking the praise.

“Want to be a good boy for me?” I tease.

His responding flick silences me, but he chuckles. “Among other things.” He blows against where I’m weeping with need.

“Like what?” I wonder aloud, but he only hums in answer, continuing his mission. He licks and he sucks, until I’m a sloppy mess. One leg begins to bounce, and he hitches it over his shoulder. I reach for his hair, digging my fingers into the length and tugging. This spurs him faster, until I’m riding a wave when I’ve never been a surfer.

The orgasm is long and lush, and spreads through me. I rock against his mouth, using him to make this last until nothing’s left. Until I’m wrung out. I collapse on the bed, arms flung wide.

Tate crawls up my belly with kisses, slowly standing as he continues a trail over the middle of me until he’s between my breasts. Then, he sucks at one again before moving to the other. I slip my hands into his hair once more, and pull his face to me, bringing our lips together.

The kiss is dirty. Salt and musk. Wet and mess. Tongue and teeth restart my engine.

I pull back and roll, pressing up on all fours before crawling further up his bed.

Tate is right behind me. The hairs on his legs brush the back of my thighs. The heat of his chest hovers over my back. The hard length of his cock lands against my backside.

He presses more kisses down my spine, forcing me to my elbows. My forehead rests on the mattress.

When he gets to my ass, he bites one cheek hard and my head pops upright. “Hey.”

He clutches himself, running the tip through my crease, teasing me as he coats himself in my essence.

“Gonna slip right into you,” he warns, his breath heavy.

“I look forward to it,” I sass.

He lightly slaps one cheek, then positions himself at my entrance, easing into me.

“Tate.” I gasp. Despite expecting him, wanting him, he feels even bigger than I remember.

“So good,” he grunts, gliding forward, filling me inch by inch.

“Sweet goddess, Tate,” I cry out louder, as he continues to fill me, until he’s fully seated

He stills a second, both of us breathing heavily. “You okay?” he asks, his hand slipping to the side of my belly. Always concerned about me and the baby.

“I’m good.” The statement hardly encompasses my feelings. I feel torn apart and put back together. I feel restored, refurbished, rejuvenated. I feel more alive than ever before, and I want him to move.

“Tate.” I rock forward, and he pulls back, but we meet in the middle again, as if neither of us wants to let the other go. We clash and we crash, until we’re moving as one.