Tate is perfection, beauty untouched, and knowing that she’s not only the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen, but my fucking soulmate that used her body to bring my little buddy into the world is fucking awe inspiring.
And all of her ismine.
“Jesus,” I groan as I watch her fingers circle her clit, rubbing in tight strokes before they dip inside her pussy, Tate pumping them a few times before coming back up to her clearly swollen bundle of nerves. “You are so fucking wet, aren’t you,m’eudail?”
She nods and bites down on her lip.
“And you like showing me, don’t you? You like showing me how wet you are, how needy you are for my cock?”
Tate moans. “Yes, baby.”
I apply more pressure as I stroke my dick, my precum leaking from the head. I step right to the edge of the bed, right between Tate’s legs as she opens them wider. “You like knowing what you do to me, too, don’t you, Tate? You like how hard you make me? Like watching me pump my cock in my hand because of you?”
I don’t have to ask any of these questions; I already know it’s all true and Tate has no problem vocalizing it with me. Part of her new approach to life and taking control when she wants to.
If I ever get the chance to meet her therapist, I’m going to hug the shit out of that woman because one of the things they’ve talked about is something Tate said to me the first time we were together.
I’m not afraid of intimacy, Fin.
She’s not.
No, my girl is afraid of one thing, one thing I refuse to think about right now, and she doesn’t hesitate to show me that not only does she not fear intimacy, but shecraves it.Tate cravesmeand that is just as sexy as everything else she is, everything that makes her the most perfect woman.
And through learning that she wants and craves intimate contact with the people she loves, Tate also realized that she was sexually repressed—shocker—but is an incredibly sexual creature.
She loves sex in any way we can have it, isn’t afraid to try new things, ask questions, or tell me what she wants. She’s vocal about all of it, which is how we discovered her almost voyeuristic tendencies along with a few other things through our very limited times together. Tate is open to and about all sides of the sexual aspect of our relationship, and it’s been quite the adventure for both of us.
I won’t fucking lie, I am fucking thrilled to be the one to explore that side of who she is right along with her.
I am one lucky bastard.
“Are you ready for me,m’eudail?”Tate nods, her fingers working her clit faster as I kneel on the bed between her thighs. I line my cock up with the tightest pussy known to man then lean down to kiss her as Tate lays back. Her hand replaces mine, guiding the tip of my dick inside her body while I rest my forearms on either side of her head, my eyes raking over Tate’s face as she watches me sink into her. “So fucking needy.”
She gasps when I’m buried to the hilt then looks up at me, her eyes hooded, a stunning smile playing on her lips. “I like being needy for you, Fin.”
I grunt in response as Tate’s nails bite into the muscle of my ass, as she lifts her legs higher on my hips and wraps them around my waist.
“I love you, Finlay,” she moans. “I love you.”
My body moves in time with hers, my thrusts slow and forceful as they match the rhythm of her chanted words.
An,I love you,every time I bottom out.
A throaty, lovely moan each time I slide almost all the way out.
Tate pulls me closer, her fingers digging into my ass once we’re chest to chest, her nails raking up my back when I dip my head and press my lips to hers. We kiss with sweet yet hungry lips, occasionally nipping or sucking, and before I know it, those kisses become urgent. Powerful. Primal.
Everything moves and flows together, the way our kisses change, the way our bodies reflect that.
My thrusts go deeper, becoming harder and quicker.
Skin slaps against skin each time I pump into my dark angel, the sound muffled only by our moans of euphoria.
Every inch of flesh is sweat slicked, every nerve and cell in my body is alive and hyperaware.
Tate’s pussy contracts around my cock as I pound into her, as my girl demands without words that I fill her up so full of me that we won’t know where I end and she begins. My hips piston as her core gushes, as Tate’s walls squeeze and spasm around me, as my cock swells and my balls grow heavy.
“Finlay,” she whispers, her nails scraping up my back and she tries to get even closer. “Finlay, I love you. I’m going to come. I love you.”
