30. Lexi #2
“I’ll take it under consideration,” I said in my best stern tone. “And that’s all I’m gonna say on the topic today.”
His grin turned devilish. “Let’s see if I can change your mind.”
“I can’t wait to tell my parents about this.”
The corners of his mouth twitched.
I narrowed my eyes. “What?”
“They already know, babe. I asked them for your hand.”
“Oh my God! You did? How? When?”
“That’s our secret.”
I rose on my toes and touched my lips to his. Desire coursed through me like wildfire. I put my arms around his neck, pressing my body against him. Feeling those hard abs was stirring all my hormones. The effect this man had on me was insane.
My nipples turned hard. They felt almost painful pressing against his chest.
His hands slowly descended to my sides, gripping my hips.
He pulled me against him, and I could feel how much he wanted me.
He was semi-hard already. With a groan, he took control of the kiss, deepening it, and bunching my dress up until his fingers brushed the bare skin on my outer thigh.
The contact turned me on like nothing else.
Tendrils of heat flared through me, gathering between my legs. My clit pulsed.
We moved swiftly, and not until I felt a hard surface behind my back did I realize he'd pushed me against the door.
His kiss was even more frantic now, as was his touch.
His hands were everywhere: on my shoulders and my thighs, under my dress.
His tongue stroked mine even faster. I loved being engulfed by him like this.
He led me away from the door, but we didn’t get too far. We were too busy devouring each other.
We'd never make it to the bedroom.
He kissed me even more hungrily as we walked through the hallway and into the living room, where he laid me down on the plush carpet.
I rolled around because I wanted to be on top of him.
He smiled at me lazily while I pushed up his T-shirt, slowly grazing those gorgeous muscles with my fingers.
Throwing away his shirt, I mapped the same spots with my tongue and my lips, luring out groan after groan from him.
I loved the delicious sounds he made. They turned me on until I was already slick between my legs.
I kissed up his neck and his Adam's apple before straightening again.
I moved off him and was immediately even more hungry for him, but I needed to get rid of his pants first, that pesky belt, the boxers, and everything else that was in my way.
To my astonishment, he removed a wallet from the back pocket of his pants, taking out a condom while wiggling his eyebrows.
Then he started undressing me. His job was way easier.
He tugged at my dress, yanking it up over my head. I wasn’t even wearing a bra, since most of my summer dresses had sewn-in cups. I did have panties, though, and I expected him to take them off right away.
Instead, he decided to tease me. Nudging my legs farther apart, he rubbed two fingers along the fabric covering my pussy.
The soaked material felt cold against my heated flesh.
This time, the pleasure ricocheting through me was downright shocking.
I bent at the waist, gasping for air. A tremor shook me when I felt Tate hook his thumbs in the waistband of my panties.
He took them off carefully. I had to lean on all fours, lifting one leg and then the other so he could get rid of them.
"Don't you love summer?" I teased, pushing myself up on my knees again. "You can get me naked so fast."
"I fucking love it," he said, kissing up the side of my body and reaching my breasts. He took a nipple in his mouth, and I gasped again. I’d never been as sensitive to his touch. The way he was looking up at me was downright sinful.
He cupped my other breast, flicking his tongue over my nipple, and then he brought one hand between my legs, pressing the heel of his palm straight on my clit. I nearly tumbled down onto him.
"Tate," I gasped.
He moved his hand over my clit in the same rhythm he was circling my nipple with his tongue, and I was so overwhelmed by the sensations that I couldn't even breathe. I wasn’t sure where the tension ended and the pleasure began, but I couldn’t get enough of it.
It vibrated in every cell, through my bones, and spread like wildfire.
I didn't even know where it started from: his hand on my clit or his mouth on my breasts.
But I came apart so hard that my legs shook and my jaw clenched.
I pressed both hands on his shoulders to balance myself.
"I've got you, Lexi. I've got you, babe. Fuck, you're so beautiful when you come. I could watch you come all day long."
I gasped a few times, riding out my orgasm and moving my hips against his hand until I had wrung out every drop of pleasure.
He looked at me with a satisfied grin, and I grinned right back. Then he captured my mouth, kissing me deeply. I loved the lust in his kiss and the way his hands felt against my body, no matter where they touched me. They said the same thing: You're mine, Lexi. Every inch of you is mine .
He was sitting on the floor, and I was still on my knees, so I straddled him again, wrapping my hand around his cock and moving it up and down.
He groaned, tipping his head back. "I need you, Lexi," he said in a dangerously calm tone.
I smiled at him, drawing my thumb over the tip of his erection before putting the condom on him and sliding him into my core, moving slowly, taking him in inch by inch.
I was still sated from before, and my inner muscles were clenched tight.
I was feeling everything even more intensely; I never thought it was possible, but apparently it was.
My legs shook with every inch I took in.
Little tremors spread through me with every move, like aftershocks from the orgasm.
We locked gazes, and I hoped he'd look at me like this for the rest of our lives.
The passion, the love, the possessive streak in that gaze was everything to me.
When I took him all the way to the hilt, he grabbed my hands, lacing our fingers, and I moved my hips back and forth, slowly at first but then harder and faster.
I was still so spent from before that I didn't have much strength, not as much as I wanted. Leaning forward, I propped my hand on his chest, taking in a deep breath, just feeling him inside me, hard and hot and so damn delicious.
He groaned again and gripped my hips, and I knew he wanted to take over. The next thing I knew, he'd rolled us over so we were lying down on one side.
"I love this angle," I whispered before he sealed his mouth over mine. I was so overwhelmed by Tate: his hands on me, his cock inside me, his mouth on mine coaxing my tongue. He brushed my clit on every thrust, pushing his pelvis against me. I felt him thicken and widen inside me, and I knew he was close. I didn’t think I had it in me to come again, but oh wow, was I wrong.
Whereas I could feel the first orgasm building up, this one took me by surprise, rocking my world.
I came hard while I felt Tate explode too, and our thrusts became even more frantic, more desperate. We both chased our pleasure until we were completely out of breath and could barely move. My body was exhausted but so full of happiness.
Neither of us could move, but I liked the way we were lying down on the floor, limbs intertwined, heads resting on the carpet.
He grinned. "I love this smile. I promise to put this happy, sated expression on your face every single day."
I felt my smile widen. "That's a promise right there, mister, and I'll make sure you keep it."
"You have my word."