My breath catches knowing I’d been caught.
Striding toward her I grab the nape of her neck. “Very,” I whisper, backing her toward the bed.
Her breathing becomes erratic, her eyes hooded when she realizes I’m serious about taking her to bed and now.
Shoving her, she plops onto the mattress. Placing her hands behind her she holds herself up.
Pressing my knees into the bed I crawl over her body, and she lays back, her legs parting to let me in.
I slide my hand on the outside of her thigh. “These legs were made to only open for me.” I grab her jean clad pussy, and rub vigorously. “This pussy only gets wet for me.” Dipping my head I brush my lips along hers. “These lips were made to only moan my name.”
Her body trembles beneath me, and I kiss her hard. My tongue demanding entry, I greedily take her tongue hostage. Cupping her face, I pull my mouth back, and she kisses my bottom lip seductively.
Sliding my hands up her shirt I grab her tit, and pinch her nipple hard. I can’t help but notice how my hand cups her breast perfectly. I’ve been with dozens of women and none of them fit the palm of my hand like Tate’s tits do. It’s my version of Cinderella, instead of a glass fucking slipper, it’s the perfect tit.
Fairytale or not, it’s proof this maddening woman is made to be mine.
She moans, her hips bucking against mine.
“Patience baby,” I whisper against the hollow of her neck.
Her nails scratch up my back, the razor sting slicing through my skin before her fingers lock in my hair. She wants it rough.
Reaching up, my fingers slide along her forearm before cupping her hand and bringing it down.
“Not this time, baby.”
Her eyes widen, and her mouth parts slightly. We’ve never been together any other way. It’s a night full of firsts.
“I’ve taken you rough and any way I’ve wanted since we were kids, but I’ve never made love to you, Tate. The one thing I regretted after you left.”
Pulling her hand from mine she cups my face, her fingers rubbing against my scruff.
“I thought fighters didn’t do anything soft?”
I lean into her soft palm, kissing her fingers.
“Who said I was going to make love softly? I intend to go hard, I’m just going to ravish every inch of your body in the process. ”
Tucking my nose into the crook of her neck, I smell her. Programming it to memory. After the second year of her being gone, I forgot what she smelled like. It killed me.
Her hands sweep in between us and fondle the buttons of my pants. The head of my cock pressing into her. I bite my bottom lip, I love a woman in charge, actually, I love Tate in charge. The urge to bend her over and sink into her so deep she arches that back, giving me no choice but to tug those beautiful long locks almost unbearably.
“You’re testing my resolve, baby,” I admit. The idea of going slow and gentle dissolving into the need to go fast and hard.
Using her feet, she shoves my pants and briefs down to my knees, my cock popping out more than ready to satisfy Tate.
Sitting up on my knees my dick stands at attention, the shaft veiny and ready to sink into Tate.
Using her hands she pushes herself up and fists my cock. I suck in a tight breath, my balls squeezing from the foreign touch.
Her lips curve over the tip of my cock, and my head lolls back. My eyes rolling into the back of my head from her wet warm mouth sucking just the tip. I swear to God I fall into a realm of bliss.
She’s not the most experienced, but it’s Tate. It’s perfect.
Holding the base of my dick she slowly trails her tongue up my shaft and my cock pulses ready to spray cum on her pretty face.
Quickly I grab her hand to still her. Taking a deep breath I open my glazed eyes.
“You gotta stop that.”
“Why?” she asks sheepishly.
“Because if you don’t I’m going to cum, and I don’t want to. Not yet.”
She smiles, and sits back on her hands satisfied with herself.
Grabbing the hem of her shirt, I pull it up over her head and throw it on the floor. Her tight stomach begs for me to touch it, to swipe my tongue along her navel. Swiping my hand along across her belly I grab her hips, hoisting her up to dip my tongue into her navel. Her fingers gently slip through my hair, as I taste the sweetness her body has to offer. Kissing her stomach I set her back on her knees and grab her sports bra, helping her out of it. Her breasts stand firmly, her pink nipples erect and waiting for me. Crawling over her she has no choice but to fall on her back, her fingers digging into my biceps as I take her nipple into my mouth and suck on it.
Her skin is salty and sweet and I lose control of trying to be gentle and bite at the flesh. She moans wildly, and arches her body into me. Giving herself to me, she’s in my control.
Lazily my fingers trail down the curves of her body. When I reach her jeans I unbutton them, and she raises her hips, allowing me to shimmy them down her sexy thighs. She kicks them off the rest of the way.