16. Chapter 16
Chapter 16
Tate
I ’m not sure what this woman is doing to me, but whatever it is I hope she never stops. One touch from her and nothing else matters. All my responsibilities, everything I have planned—it all disappears. Her warm, brown eyes are filled with uncertainty and my chest cracks open as the last of my resolve finally crumbles away.
She came here so we can talk—and we will—but right now I need her. Moving slowly, I slide my hand beneath the hem of her shirt and stroke the warm, soft flesh of her stomach. Her breath catches, and I keep my eyes on her as I revel in the feel of her smooth skin beneath my hand.
“This is okay?” I ask in a low voice.
She nods her head, so I allow myself to explore, sliding my hand up to her breast and gently teasing her nipple. A gasp escapes her parted lips, the sound going straight to my already aching cock. Everything about this woman is perfect. Perfect and completely out of my league. Bracing myself above her, I lean forward and claim her mouth while my free hand continues greedily seeking every bit of naked flesh within reach.
Her body trembles beneath me as I continue to kiss her as if I need her mouth to survive. When she grips my belt and begins fumbling with the buckle, I pull back enough to let out a muffled curse. I should stop her; I know I should. Instead, I stand, my eyes glued to hers as I undo my belt and pull it free with one hand before tossing it aside. Her shocked expression makes me laugh as I undo the button on my jeans. Instead of removing them, I reach for my shirt and tug it over my head, tossing it before I return to the couch.
“I know I asked you to come here so we could talk.” I reach for her and pull her onto my lap so she’s straddling me. “But right now I need to touch you.”
Instead of responding, she covers my lips with hers, her kiss telling me she feels the same way. She runs her soft hands over my chest, up to my shoulders, and finally slides a hand up the nape of my neck and into my hair. Fuck, her touch feels too good. I close my eyes as a tortured moan escapes me.
“I love your hands on me,” I breathe.
Her breathing is heavy as she rakes her eyes over me, and she doesn’t object when I grip her shirt and pull it over her head. Holy shit. She’s so damn perfect. Her breasts are slightly more than a handful with pebbled nipples just begging for my touch. I lean forward, take one into my mouth, and flick the hardened peak with my tongue. She practically convulses on top of me and presses her heat against my throbbing length.
“Fuck, darlin’,” I grit out. “I need to feel you. All of you.”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Yes?” I repeat it as a question, making sure she means it.
She nods her head, holding my gaze. “Yes.”
That single word is all I need to hear. “I want you out of those pants.”
She clambers off me, clearly in a hurry to do as I asked. I keep my eyes on her as I unzip my jeans and shift on the seat so I can slide them off. Removing my wallet from the back pocket, I toss it onto the end table before discarding my jeans and opening my arms in invitation. Joy is gloriously naked. Her soft curves cause my mouth to water. I want to taste every last inch of her.
“No fucking panties?” I growl when she spreads her legs to straddle me once more, giving me a perfect view of her wet slit.
“They’re in the wash with the rest of my clothes,” she explains.
I grip her tight, holding her still while I once again claim her mouth in a hungry kiss. It doesn’t take long before the kiss turns desperate, both of us needing more. She shoves her tongue into my mouth and tugs my hair as she angles me to fit against her. Fuck is that hot. I buck my hips, pressing my arousal against her warm center. The only barrier between us is my boxer briefs as she rocks against me.
I grab hold of her waist, stopping her movements. “This will be over before it gets started if you keep that up.”
Reaching for my wallet, I pull out a condom, placing it between my teeth while I lift up and maneuver out of my briefs. Joy’s eyes are wide when I look up to meet her gaze. I slide my hands up and down her thighs while I wait for her to say something.
Removing the condom from between my teeth, I hold it in one hand while I continue to caress her skin. “You okay?”
She glances down at my dick and then back up. “I just wasn’t expecting… that.”
Sliding my hand up her thigh, I graze her slit with my thumb. “Nervous?”
“Yes,” she admits before tugging her bottom lip between her teeth.
I run two fingers along her slit, spreading her arousal over her clit and then tease along her entrance. The sounds she makes go straight to my cock. I want to bury myself in her. I want to claim her. But not before she’s ready. She’s soaking wet, easily taking my finger when I slip it inside.
“I won’t hurt you,” I say gently. “We’ll take things slow.”
I tear the condom wrapper open with my teeth, so I don’t have to let her go. She watches me closely, eyes wide as I roll the condom over my hard length. My gaze collides with hers and I’m momentarily frozen as her eyes search mine. Running my hands over her soft skin, I continue to hold her gaze until I feel her begin to relax under my touch.
“You ready for me?” I ask.
She nods her head.
“Tell me,” I demand, my voice less gentle than it was a moment ago.
“Yes. I’m ready. I need you.” Her voice is a needy whimper.
I position her above my cock and slowly lower her, stopping when she takes the first inch. She’s so tight. And wet. And warm. I want to bury myself the rest of the way inside her, but I force myself to slow down. My muscles are tense as I struggle to maintain my control.
“More,” she whines.
With shaking hands, I slowly lower her the rest of the way down, and my vision nearly goes black from how good she feels. We both let out a low moan when I’m fully seated inside her, and I give her a moment to get used to the way I feel.
Her eyes snap open when I buck my hips hard enough to make her gasp. Her lust-filled eyes hold mine as I repeat the movement. Again. And again. My body takes over, chasing the release it so desperately needs. Her movements match mine and her grip on my hair tightens as I continue slamming into her.
Between the sinful sounds coming from her mouth, the way her pussy squeezes me, and the delicious burn from her tugging my hair, my balls are already tightening along with the familiar tingling down my spine.
“That’s right, baby. Ride my cock,” I grind out. “Take what you need.”
She does take what she needs. Her grip on my shoulder tightens as she finds her rhythm. When her movements become erratic, I take over, slamming her down on my cock as my thumb finds her clit and presses, making slow circles until her body stiffens above me.
“Oh shit, I’m going to come,” she breathes.
She barely gets the words out before she tips her head back and I feel her pussy pulse and squeeze my cock, drawing out my own orgasm. This time, my vision does go dark as pleasure races through me in waves. Every muscle in my body is tense as I continue to pulse inside her until I finally relax and sink back into the couch.
“Did I hurt you?” I ask after I’ve finally caught my breath enough to speak.
I feel her smile against my neck. “No.”
I don’t even know what to say. I don’t want to move. I just want to stay here with Joy draped over me like a blanket. She winces when I remove myself and slide her from my lap so I can head to the bathroom to ditch the condom and get cleaned up, leaving her curled up on the couch.
I gently swipe the warm washcloth I brought back along the apex of her thighs to clean away the remnants of our lovemaking. “You sure I didn’t hurt you?”
Her eyes remain closed, but a smile spreads across her face. “No, Tate. You didn’t hurt me. That was… wow.”
I toss the rag onto our pile of discarded clothing before pulling her into my arms. “Will you stay the night?”
“I have work tomorrow,” she reminds me.
“Yeah, and I get up early for chores. I’ll make sure you’re up.”
“Okay,” she answers softly.
I can’t tear my eyes away from her. She’s beautiful. No makeup. Hair, a wild mess of curls. Her brown skin radiant beneath my rough hands. Pulling the blanket from the back of the couch, I cover her so I can get up before I change my mind.
“You stay here. I’ll fix us something to eat.”
I force myself to walk away when all I want to do is hold her. But more than that, I also need to take care of her, and that includes making sure she eats. Making sure she’s warm enough. Making sure she’s comfortable with me. Because one thing is certain: now that I’ve had her, I’m not letting her go.