Page 86 of The Situation
He laughs, nipping my lip again. “I’ve missed this little pussy.”
“Now’s a perfect time to get reacquainted.”
“Fuck, Aurora,” he hisses, sliding a finger through my soaked flesh.
I pull his face back to mine and grind myself against his hand. His knuckle bumps my swollen clit, and I moan into Tate’s mouth.
“This is all for me,” he says, inserting one finger deep inside me.
I close my eyes, absorbing the sweet fire shooting through me.
This is the woman I want to be—beautiful, safe, and respected, but on the verge of being ravaged at any moment.
“I’m going to make you come on my hand,” he whispers in my ear. “And you aren’t going to yell.”
I whimper as he adds a second, then a third finger.
“If you yell, I stop,” he warns.
“Don’t stop.”
“Be good and give me all of your pleasure,” he says against the shell of my ear. “Show me that this is mine.”
“Is there any way it’s not?Fuck.” I hold his shoulders as I begin to shake. I’m desperate to finish. “I’m so close.”
“Don’t. Scream.”
He presses on my clit as he strokes the spot inside me that makes it impossible to hold on any longer. The onslaught is quick and fierce, akin to lava pouring through my veins.
“Ah!” I start to yell, but Tate clamps a hand over my mouth.
He stares into my eyes, wickedly amused, as I grind out my orgasm on his hand.
Tears dot the corners of my eyes from the intensity of the moment.
“Shh,” he whispers, pulling his hand away and replacing it with his mouth.
Slowly, he guides me back to the real world as the final waves of my climax ripple through me. Tate’s kisses turn gentle. His touches turn softer. There’s a tenderness to him that is more intoxicating than the passion from moments ago.
“There you go,” he says, slipping his fingers out of me. “How was that?”
I try to answer him, but the words are jumbled. I lean against the mirror with my eyes closed.
He chuckles and turns on the tap beside me. I hear the paper towel dispenser activating. Then the tap turns off.
“Spread your legs again for me, gorgeous.”
He tenderly runs the damp towels between my legs, cleaning up the mess he just made. There’s something so intimate, so sweet about the moment that I find it hard to breathe.
“Hop down for me,” he says, helping me to my feet.
“Now what?” I ask, wondering what happens at this point.Do we walk out together? Do I tell Curtis that I had an emergency?I have no idea.“This is unchartered territory for me.”
“What happens now?” He smiles sinfully. “Now you go back out there and think about how hard you just came while you have your burger with that dipshit.”
I gasp. “You expect me to go out there and finish dinner?”
“Hey, you’re the one who thought this was a great idea.”
