Page 58 of The Road Trip Romance

He expertly undoes my bra clasp and for half a second I wonder how he got so good at that, but I’m distracted by his hands pulling down my panties. His face is a mere inch from my crotch. He lets the underwear fall to the floor and I kick it to the side.

“Fuck, Soph…you’re perfect,” he says as he nuzzles his nose against my now wet folds. I whimper from his touch as I watch him lick his lips. His hands give a gentle push to my hips, and I fall onto the bed behind me.

He’s still on his knees between my legs, looking at the apex of my thighs as if he’s never seen a woman before and it’s slightly unnerving. I haven’t shaved in a week. I bite my lip.

“Sorry…you’re probably used to…” I trail off as he runs his lips over the inside of my left thigh, trailing kisses up toward my center.

His thumbs separate my folds, and he looks up at me as he runs his tongue over my clit. I try to watch because Tate freaking Anders is going down on me, but my eyelids drift closed and my head falls back against the bed as he slowly moves his tongue down to my entrance, circling it before pressing inside.

I release a jerky breath as he adds a single finger to the mix, pushing slowly inside me. I can’t even remember the last time a man did this. Years? Maybe. Far, far too long. I’d forgotten how it feels, but I also think Tate’s skills are far superior to any man I’ve ever been with.

His tongue circles my clit over and over and then when I can’t bear it a moment longer, he sucks on it while curling his finger deep inside me.

“Tate!” I cry out his name as my hands fly to his head, holding him there while my body trembles with the aftershocks of an orgasm.

He doesn’t let up, just slowing his pace as I come down from the high. “Again,” he murmurs.

I thrash my head back and forth on the bed. “I can’t…I need you up here,” I mutter as I open my eyes and stare down at him.

“Not yet, M. One more,” he growls as he leans back in and licks my clit before sucking on it again while adding a second finger inside me.

“Holy fuck,” I whisper as my eyes close.

“Watch me, baby. I want to see you come undone while I feast on you,” he says, his voice gravelly, and holy sexballs, I feel myself climbing again. Our eyes stay locked as he licks and sucks on my bundle of nerves while his fingers glide in and out of me. It’s as if he can read my mind as if he knows exactly what I need.

“Oh my God!” I scream as another orgasm hits me harder than the last one. I try to keep my eyes on his, but in the end, I can’t. I squeeze them shut and let the feelings overtake my body.

His movements slow, and when my body goes limp, he climbs up on the bed, pulling me across it as if I weigh nothing.

“Is this the part of the sleepover where we play light as a feather?” I ask.

“Light as what?” he asks.

I giggle. “Never mind, clearly you never attended a girl sleepover.”

“My sleepovers with girls are a little different,” he says in a husky voice as he kisses up my belly to my breasts. “Do we need protection, Sophia?”

A shaky breath leaves me. Part of me doesn’t want to tell him how long it’s been since I’ve had sex. And that man was certainly nothing like Tate. He was a tech guy from one town over and we went out for two months before I decided it wouldn’t work out. He wasn’t into kids.

“I have an IUD. So, unless you’re concerned about yourself…I think my last sexual encounter was…well, too many years ago to be concerned,” I grimace, wondering what he’ll say.

He surprises me when he runs his thumb over my lip. “After the breakup, I got tested…I didn’t trust her. And there’s been no one since,” he says softly as he lays feathery kisses on my right breast and then my left. “And it’s a national travesty that you haven’t had sex in years, M. We are going to fix that problem.”

“So, we’re both part of team celibate, then?” I tease. My hands run through his hair.

“Not after tonight,” he growls as he gently bites my nipple and I gasp, pressing his head against my breast, wanting more. His hand comes up and palms my other breast.

“Fuck me, your tits are amazing,” he breathes against my skin, and I arch into his touch. “I could spend an entire night just worshipping them.” He pauses and, with a wicked grin, adds, “But not tonight because this pussy”—he trails a finger down and runs it through my wet folds—“is going to be the star of tonight’s show.”

“Is she now?” I ask as I look into his eyes.

“Oh, fuck yeah, she is, M,” he says as he slowly pushes his finger inside me and I whimper. “We’re going to play a little game of how many times I can make her clench down on my dick.”

My chest heaves at his dirty talk. This man exudes sex in a way I’ve never seen in person. “Are you real?” I ask.

He removes his fingers from me and grabs my hand, wrapping it around his girthy erection. I swallow hard.

“Do I feel real?” he asks.

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