Chapter 11
BLAIR
My body felt like it had been engulfed in flames.
Tate’s hands were around my ass, squeezing as our tongues moved against each other. I couldn’t taste him fast enough, couldn’t explore his body with my hands fast enough, couldn’t have him inside me fast enough. I needed him.
“Please fuck me,” I begged. There was no time to beat around the bush.
Tate spoke over my mouth. “I wish I could stop this—”
“I’m grateful you can’t.” I raked my hands through his hair, my panties already drenched. I’d never imagined being with a man so muscular, so strong. My arousal had reached a level I didn’t think humanly possible. “Don’t stop, Tate, I need you.”
“You need me?” He laughed against my mouth. “I fucking need you.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and attempted to climb him. Tate carried me over to the wall, and as my back pressed against it, a zap of adrenaline hit.
He paused for a moment and looked into my eyes. “I don’t know how to be gentle. I’m afraid I’m too much for you.”
“I don’t want you to be gentle right now. I want you to fuck me as hard as you want. I want you to do everything to me.”
“Fuck,” he muttered as he kissed down my throat. “When I thought you were gone, I was goddamn miserable.”
Bending my head back, I panted. “I would never have left you without saying goodbye.”
He buried his face in my neck. “I need to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock at least once before I die.”
“I’m counting on more than once.”
Tate carried me over to the bed and toppled us onto the mattress.
He hovered over me as a piece of hair fell over his forehead. I took a moment to bask in the sight of his strong, tattooed arms locking me in.
“Blair, look at me.”
My heart pounding, I reached up to move the hair away from his beautiful eyes so I could stare into them.
“I’ve never wanted a single person on this Earth as much as I want you right now,” he said.
“That makes two of us.”
His eyes brimmed with desire. “Are you sure you want this?”
“Yes.”
He nodded, and I knew he’d conceded, his longing tangible enough to cut with a knife.
I’d never seen Tate like this and had thought I never would.
My leaving had done a real number on him.
That’s what I’d hoped for, even if my actions had bordered on cruel.
But this? It was far more than I imagined.
The look in his eyes turned as vulnerable as it was hungry. “I want to feel how wet you are. Can I touch you?”
“Please,” I urged, dying for his hands on me.
Tate slipped his hand under my skirt. He shoved my panties to the side and stroked a finger inside of me. “Holy shit,” he muttered. “What the fuck, Blair?” He added another finger, pumping in and out slowly, his breaths turning shakier with each movement. “I can’t believe how wet you are.”
“Now you know what you do to me,” I said. “I’ve been wet almost every moment we’ve been together. Being around you makes me so freaking horny.”
He groaned. “I’ve wanted to fuck you from the moment I saw you, even if it felt wrong. I can’t help it. You’re so incredibly beautiful.” He slid his fingers deeper and closed his eyes. “Absolute perfection.”
“Don’t make me wait any more,” I whispered, tightening my muscles around his fingers, feeling ready to come.
“I won’t make you wait, baby.” He shook his head. “I’m done trying to fight this.”
I gripped his sides, my fingernails digging into his skin. “You’d better be.”
He withdrew his fingers slowly before thrusting them inside me again. “And you’d better not fucking leave without saying goodbye.”
We were so close to the end that, in a sense, every minute together now felt like a goodbye.
I tried to shake that thought from my mind as Tate rose from the bed and left me for a moment.
Cold air replaced the warmth of his body.
I panicked until I realized what he was probably doing.
The brief separation, though, felt excruciating.
How was I supposed to deal with separating from him permanently in less than twenty-four hours?
I didn’t want him on the other side of the bed, let alone the country.
I saw him reach into the side-table drawer.
He placed the condom beside him on the bed before he knelt over me again.
As he unzipped his jeans, I licked my lips in anticipation.
He lowered his pants and boxer briefs, his cock springing out, wet at the crown.
Tate was absolutely huge. I bit my bottom lip as he ripped open the condom wrapper.
He sheathed his thick shaft, and as he squeezed the tip, I felt my heartbeat between my legs.
He looked up at me. “I need to taste you first, okay?”
Barely able to speak, I dragged my tongue across my bottom lip and nodded, bracing for what was to come.
Tate slid my underwear down and spread my legs. Just the heat of his erratic breaths drove me mad as he got into position. A couple of seconds later, I felt the sweet heat of his mouth on my clit.
“Oh, God.” My eyes rolled back. When he pressed more firmly, I thought I might leave my body. “Oh…my…”
He applied just the right amount of pressure, licking and sucking. The sensation of his hot mouth on me, his tongue exploring me—it was unlike anything I’d felt before. And I knew it was only the tip of the iceberg.
Tate must have used his entire face to pleasure me, as I felt his beard scratching me in an exquisite way.
Holy hell. He kept muttering indecipherable words.
I tightened my muscles to keep from coming on the spot with each whisper against my sensitive skin, each stroke of his tongue.
I certainly wanted to hold out for what was next, and didn’t want to deprive myself of the full experience by coming too soon.
“I can’t wait any longer,” he finally murmured when he came up for air. “I need to fuck you.”
The sight of my arousal on his mouth was just about the most erotic thing, and when he lowered himself to kiss me, I tasted myself on his lips. I tugged on his hair. “I need you inside me, Tate.”
He hovered over me, locking me in with his knees. “What you’re giving me right now is the most amazing gift. You’re my fucking dream, Blair. Don’t ever forget that.”
All I could manage was, “Thank you.”
It might’ve sounded stupid and desperate, but I was so thankful that he’d finally let his inhibitions go enough to give me what I’d been yearning for. This was as much a gift to me as he seemed to think it was for him.
“I should be thanking you.” His eyes glistened. “I don’t deserve you.”
I reached up and rubbed his chin. “Yes, you do.”
Then I felt the burn of his girthy cock entering me. He groaned in the back of his throat as he sank into me.
I let out a shriek of pleasure.
“Fuck, Blair. This is so…” His words trailed off.
He muttered something as he began to move in and out. His words were slurred, yet I knew what he was trying to say. I felt the same indescribable bliss as our bodies became one.
“I know, Tate. I know.”
He stopped moving for a moment and shut his eyes. “You feel even better than I imagined. I need to control myself,” he breathed. “Give me a second.”
Tate tightened his abs. I loved how out of control he seemed, even if I hoped he didn’t lose it, because I was nowhere ready for this to end. Quite frankly, I needed him to fuck me harder.
When he’d regained his composure, Tate started slowly, thrusting his hips with controlled movements. And I bucked to meet each and every one of them. But then he began to pound into me, faster, harder. The headboard banged against the wall.
Yes. This was exactly what I wanted, what I’d imagined in my wildest dreams. Actually, it surpassed all of that. I couldn’t get enough. “Fuck me harder,” I begged, my nails digging into his back.
“I’m afraid to fuck you the way I really want to.”
But despite what he said, Tate did slam his body against mine with greater force, the weight of him overpowering as he more fully let go. I’d never felt so turned on and out of control during sex. Perhaps because I’d never been with an actual man.
Tate once again slowed down and began kissing my neck. I grabbed his ass, guiding his movements. Then he devoured my mouth as I wrapped my legs around him.
He thrust again, balls deep, and I felt his body shake.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “I’m gonna—”
“Come…” I begged, finishing his sentence as I felt my own orgasm rush through me. I opened my mouth in a silent scream, the muscles of my vagina tightening at the feel of his heat filling me through the condom.
“Oh shit…” he rasped against my neck as he pumped into me over and over, his groans echoing through the room.
We continued to rock back and forth as we came down from that bliss together. When he looked into my eyes, I once again felt immense gratitude.
“Thank you,” I whispered.