“You were so beautiful out there watching the game, getting lost in the moment.” Tate’s hands move under my shirt. He holds my breasts tight while thrusting his hips beneath me. “I want to see howbeautiful you are here in bed, lost in the moment, with my cock deep inside you.”
The heat burning in my cheeks is unbearable. Sweat beads behind my knees and neck. It almost makes me want to rip my shirt off. As if he knows the thoughts running through my mind, Tate lifts my shirt. I freeze a moment when it’s just above my bra, and Tate presses his lips against my overheated skin beneath it.
“Raise your arms so I can take this off.”
I hesitate for a moment, giving myself an internal pep talk. I’m being ridiculous. We’re consenting adults, and my husband is dead. There’s no reason why I should feel guilty. I’m no virgin, and neither is Tate. I have every right to enjoy this and plan to do just that. I nod and do as I’m told, allowing him to rid me of my T-shirt.
Looking hypnotized, with heavy-lidded eyes, Tate unhooks my bra and works the straps down to my wrists settled on his chest.
“So sexy,” he says as I raise each hand, one at a time, allowing him to slip the bra off completely and throw it to the floor.
Holding my bare breasts in the palms of his hands, he sits up and licks each pink bud. My nipples perk up and harden as he licks and blows on each. I hold his sculpted shoulders tight as he latches on to one breast, sucking hard. His eyes roll back as his tongue swirls around the peak and flicks over my nipple. His other hand tweaks my nipple every now and then, eliciting a gasp and shooting a hot spear of pleasure from my breast straight down to my vajayjay.
“You’re so wet,” he says, switching from one breast to the other, ready to subject me to more of his sweet torture. “Your pussy is drenched. Even with your shorts on, I feel you soaking my pants.”
With his tongue lashing my other breast, he holds my hips and rocks me over his length, tilting his hips upward. If Tate feels this good through our clothes, I can’t imagine how good he’ll feel when he’s finally inside me.
Chapter 20
Tate
Idon’t know how much longer I can last. My plan to seduce and tease Eve backfired. She is visibly uncomfortable, yearning for the illusive orgasm, and I’m equally uncomfortable waiting to give it to her.
I slip my finger into her shorts again and weave it under the elastic band of her panties. She’s dripping wet, and I want to lap it all up. I run my finger over her seam, holding back from plunging it inside her. I don’t want to make it that easy for her to cum. I want her to need my cock inside her like she needs air.
“You’re soaking,” I whisper. Her body shudders. I know she didn’t cum, her face doesn’t show a hint of satisfaction. Her breathing changes, though. Her whole body contracts and relaxes with each breath.
My fingertip grazes her clit. She grabs my head with urgency and pulls me in for a kiss. I feel her desperation and retrieve my finger as I break away from the kiss. She watches, transfixed, as I lick my finger up and down, savoring her taste.
“Delicious. Like honey.”
Eve frantically lifts the hem of my shirt, pulling it off. I relinquish some control and allow her to take it off me. If I don’t, she may rip it to shreds, and as much as I relish the idea, I’m not sure she’ll be okay with allowing herself that much freedom. Eve tosses the shirt in the pile with the rest of our clothes.
Bending over at the waist, Eve brings her mouth close to mine as her tits brush over my chest. The tight little pink buds tickle me. Just thinking about her tits brushing over me as I fuck her makes my dick grow harder. I could drill for oil with this hard-on.
Eve peppers kisses down my neck and chest while rubbing her hands over the peaks and valleys of muscle in my arms and shoulders. I tangle my fingers in her hair as she licks, flicking her tongue like a whip made of warm, wet feathers from my sternum to my navel, giving me a glimpse of how skilled her mouth is.
Somewhere in the last five minutes, a switch flipped, and Eve’s sexual prowess was released.Now she’s ready. I flip us over so that she’s on her back and I’m on top. Reaching between her legs, I cup her mound.
Eve moans with pleasure, rocking against my palm. I could cum just from the sounds she’s making if I listen long enough. Who would’ve guessed that she could do voiceovers for erotic films?
“That’s right, Eve. Enjoy what your body is craving.” She bucks against my hand with more angst. I can’t be a bystander any longer. My dick pleads to be released.
“I’m sorry I’m out of prac—”
