Chapter 11 Amber #2
He rolled us, but instead of setting me on his belly, he lifted me up to his chest. “On my face.”
“Your—what?”
The high stalled.
His big hands gripped my ass, urging me higher. “Let me taste you.”
Then I was tipped forward and had no choice but to grip the headboard above us. The heavy wood, as solid as he was. He pulled me more firmly down until my knees were on either side of his head and closed that amazing mouth over me.
“Soaking wet for me.” He wasted no time, leaving no part of me untouched as he raced me past wound up to on the edge of a scream in an embarrassingly short time.
I didn’t realize just how close I’d been.
Sex had always been a nice little stress release for me, but this wasn’t like anything before.
He dug his beard along my soft skin and the friction plus his talented tongue whipped me into a careening orgasm.
Before I could even recover, he lifted me again and swung us around so I was on my back.
I scrambled back, laughter surprising me. “Did you just body slam me?”
He laughed. “Pretty sure I did.” His lips were wet from me as he crawled up my torso, his lips dragging over my ribs to my breasts. He pulled me under him, settling himself between my legs. He was already hard again, the head of his cock nudging my thigh.
“I’d like to give you the orgasm award. Pretty sure I’ve never come that fast in my life.”
He pressed his face into my neck, nipping at my ear. “I wasn’t expecting this, I hope you know that.”
I curled my leg around his hip. “Pretty sure I instigated this one.”
He propped himself up on his forearms. “That you did.” He rubbed his chest along mine. “You’re so damn soft. You’re going to be marked up from my big hairy body.”
I laughed. “All the hair is in the right places.” I drifted my fingers down his smooth back with all the delicious nooks and crannies of muscle down to his butt and gave him a squeeze. “Pretty sure you’ve got more cake than I do back here.”
“The good Lord blessed me twice.”
“Yeah, he did.” I reached between us to grip the length of him. “Please tell me you have something for this monster.”
The quick bark of laughter made my heart twist in my chest. I’d never really laughed in bed. We’d gone from dark to light in the space of a breath and I didn’t want any of this to end.
He reached over to the bedside table for a box. “It’s still sealed.”
I picked it up and shook it. “That might work.”
He crashed onto his side. “Girl, you’re going to kill me.”
“Maybe.” I couldn’t help touching the wide expanse of his chest. “You’re so big.”
“Why thank you.”
I smirked at him. “All of you is big. Doesn’t seem fair to the rest of the men in this town.”
“Oh, there’re a few like me.”
“Doubt it.” I trailed my fingernail through the whorls of hair on his chest, down the hard planes of his belly. “I don’t think building up a town makes all of these.”
He caught my hand just before I dipped down for his shaft, then pulled my fingers up to his mouth. “I work out so I don’t go crazy.”
I frowned. “Why crazy?”
“A lot of people are counting on me these days.”
“Ah, I get that.” I rolled him onto his back and broke open the box. “The only thing I want from you is this.”
His eyes flickered, but then hooded with the desire I was growing to crave. “I can get behind that.”
My pussy clenched as I rolled the latex down his length and straddled his thighs. “Go slow,” I whispered and gripped the base of him.
His hooded eyes burned as he cupped my breasts, his touch gentle as the flicker of heat built between us again. As the laughter drifted away and there were only whispers of praise.
“So soft.” He tipped me forward and groaned around one nipple. His hands rode my hips, ratcheting up the rocking as I dragged the tip of him across my swollen center. Again and again, he slowly worked his way inside of me.
I hissed at his bearded chin scraping over my breast and his mouth on my tight tip. I shook as he nipped a little harder along the side of my breast.
“I like my marks on your perfect skin.”
I groaned. I did too. Too much. I felt stripped open as his big hands touched me everywhere. One hand slid between us, his thumb finding my clit with laser precision as he stroked me again and again until I took him deeper.
My head rolled back as the invasion I’d felt when I took him into my mouth seemed like a cake walk. Taking every inch of him burned and created the most delicious ache inside of me.
The precipice was the sweetest pain I’d ever felt.
Finally, he gripped my waist and filled me up in one glorious thrust.
I screamed and he stilled. My eyes snapped open and met his.
One hand zipped up my body like lightning and he grasped the back of my neck to drag my mouth to his. I swallowed down each groan as he drove up into me again and again. My body took every punishing inch of him and the pleasure rained down on us like sparks from my stage.
He rolled us and I wrapped around him, accepting his weight and heat.
The new angle added another layer of pleasure and I tried to keep the moment, but he unraveled me so completely that I could only hang on as orgasm flamed through me.
Tate was with me, and I felt him jerk against me a few seconds later.
Our matching pants of breath the only sound between us now.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as I gasped out his name. My legs were jelly and slipped from his hips feeling like I’d just ridden a lightning rod.
He collapsed on me and the heat and weight of him left me purring like a cat.
Lips ghosted along my shoulder and neck. He tried to move off me, but I held on.
“Just another minute.”
He groaned into my neck. “I’d stay forever.”
Forever sounded far too good to me, but I hung on for just a little bit longer.
It was just the hot sex talking.
It had to be.