Chapter 89 Tate
TATE
Up in the summer house’s loft, with the light of the moon and the stars shining in through the windows, Jordan and I keep getting distracted while we undress each other, her lips on my jaw and my hands in her hair and my teeth nipping that sensitive spot of her shoulder that makes her breath catch.
She loves me. She’s fully in. She trusted me enough to give me everything, and I am so high on this, I’ll never recover.
“I love you,” I murmur as I press her back against the bed, tugging her bra down to wrap my lips around one stiff nipple, and her back arches.
“I love you, too,” she gasps.
I know it. I feel it, beating through me. For a decade, I’ve been punishing myself for my mistakes, holding back from anything good because I’m afraid of losing everything again, but indulging in Jordan doesn’t make me feel scared.
It just feels right. I hover over her, studying her eyes.
“What?” she whispers.
“Tell me it feels right, Jordan.”
“It feels right,” she says immediately, and another rush of approval and relief surges through me. “It feels meant to be.”
My mouth crashes to hers and our kiss turns demanding and greedy.
In less than a minute, we’re both naked, and I’m sliding down the bed to bury my mouth between her legs, tasting her slick arousal as a stuttered noise slips out of her.
So wet, already. Need aches in my groin at her taste, her noises, the velvet-soft feel of her.
“Let me do this for you,” she begs, hands in my hair, tugging and sending sparks down my spine.
“Uh-uh.” I latch onto her clit and her back bends off the bed, her hips tilting to meet my lips. “I want this, Jordan, and you’re going to give me what I want.”
She sinks back against the mattress, letting me love her.
Letting me indulge in what I need. Letting me sink my fingers deep inside her and hear that surprised noise of desire she makes when I crook them against the ridged spot on her front wall.
Her intimate muscles squeeze, and more arousal floods her sex while I work my tongue in tight, slick circles.
“I’m going to come,” she moans, hands tightening in my hair, before her toes curl, her cunt clamps down on my fingers, and she works her hips against my mouth, riding out her orgasm on my tongue.
A deep sense of purpose and bliss races through my blood, and she’s barely finished coming when she’s already pushing me back, crawling over me.
“You have to let me do this,” she says like she’s begging.
“Do I, now?” I ask, and she shivers.
She doesn’t wait for me to respond before she wraps her pretty lips around my cock, taking me deep into the back of her throat, eyes closing like she’s in heaven.
The hot, slippery feel of her mouth around me fractures my thoughts. Pleasure tightens around the base of my spine, growing heavy in my groin, making me swell even more. Her gorgeous eyes, so full of trust and love, lift to mine and I—
“That’s enough of that,” I tell her, pulling back.
She frowns at me, annoyed at the interruption, and I let out a short laugh.
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.” My hands drift to her breasts, to the soft swell of them and the tight peaks. Her lips part as I brush my fingers over them. “And that’s not how I want to come tonight.”
Her eyes never leave mine. “How do you want to come?”
“Inside you.” This woman has stripped me so bare, I can trust her with my darkest fantasy. “Deep inside you so you can finally feel like mine.”
Her eyelids dip. “Yes. I would love that.”
My balls tighten. God, she’s amazing. I frame her face in my hands. “You’re on birth control?”
She nods. “And I’m clear.”
“Me, too.” I never would have asked, if I wasn’t. Never.
I bring my lips to hers, coaxing her open, savoring the sweet taste of her mouth and the sound of her sighs as I guide her back onto the bed. Her legs part for me and I settle between them.
I guide myself into her. We’ve been doing this for a few weeks now, but it’s still a tight fit, and damn if I don’t love that.
Her lips part with pleasure as I sink into her.
The catch in her breathing, the way she grips me harder, nails digging into my skin and sending prickles of pleasure and pain through me.
The way she looks up at me with full trust.
I find a slow rhythm, and the pleasure of her slick cunt against my cock, the feel of nothing between us, it’s obliterating. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt.
“It’s so good like this,” she whispers, and all I can do is nod, because I can’t remember words.
Before long, I see the familiar look on Jordan’s face—her eyes widening, her breathing turning fast and shallow. Blinking, like she can’t believe what’s about to happen.
“Give me another,” I beg.
She’s nodding, eyes rolling back, and I fuck her harder, deeper, and the snug fit of her tightens.
“Right there,” she gasps, before a high, whimpering noise slips out of her, her eyes clench closed, and she shakes, clamping down on my cock and gripping me like she needs me.
My balls tighten, pulling close to my body as I fuck her through her orgasm.
At the last second, I gather her soft hair and loop it around my fist. Holding her tight, keeping a grip on her like this, it appeases some low-lying possessive and protective instinct in me, and the pressure inside me overflows.
Stars explode behind my eyes as I come, releasing deep inside Jordan, and heat shudders through me as I drop my face to her neck, gritting out her name, how good this feels, and how much I love her.
That I love her so, so much. That she’s everything to me. That I want forever with her.
Later, while Jordan falls asleep tucked against me, I look up to the stars at the constellation that appeared tonight, feeling complete.