Page 37 of The Situation
I close my eyes and begin to move my hips, rocking back and forth in the most delicious, leisurely motion. Tate matches my rhythm with his tongue, stroking against my swollen flesh.
“This is so good,” I say, the pleasure so intense it’s nearly pain.
His palms move to my ass, massaging my cheeks and pulling me tighter to his face. I lower myself just a touch, enough to increase the friction by a hairsbreadth. It’s perfection—just the right amount of pressure to make me delirious and hold me back from descending into orgasmic bliss.
The thought of Tate’s mouth on my pussy—the sounds of him kissing and stroking my slit like it’s a fucking dessert—makes my head spin.
“Just like that.” I rock harder against him, my head falling back. “Fuck me just like that.”
He clamps down on my ass, holding me in place, and sucks my clit. It’s intense and electrifying, and I yell out as explosions rocket through my body.
“Tate!” I virtually scream, squeezing my eyes shut as bursts of colors nearly blind me. “Oh my God!I’m coming so fucking hard.”
I tremble, literally shaking against his face as he continues the decadent onslaught. My thighs are soaked. My breath is stuck in my chest. A full-body shudder slams through me as the sound of Tate sucking and licking fills the air.
I try to lift, but he pulls me down, holding me tight against his face. I sag against the headboard, moaning but unable to stop moving.
It feels too good.
Finally, his movements slow, and I’m able to lift off him. Tate assists my dismount and lays me next to him, his breathing as ragged as mine. He rolls onto his side and grins, licking the evidence of my orgasm off his lips.
“I’m going to go out on a limb and say you enjoy coming that way,” he says, his eyes twinkling.
I sink into the mattress, giggling. “What was your first clue?”
“You drenched me.” He chuckles, wiping his face with the sheet. “That was seriously the hottest thing I’ve ever done.Ever.”
My cheeks flush.Right.I don’t care that he’s probably said that to a thousand girls. He can say whatever he wants as long as he keeps delivering orgasms like that.
“Well, I can say with absolute certainty that nothing I’ve ever done has come close to that,” I say. “Face riding is officially my favorite way to come.”
“Don’t make that call this early in the night.”
This early in the night?
My limbs are exhausted, and my needs are more than met. They’re exceeded. But Tate, in all his youth, is still raring to go.
“Look, I don’t know—and don’t want to know—what kind of sex life you have,” I say. “But my stamina is apparently depleted because I’m dead.”
He sighs, shaking his head. “Sorry.”
“Sorry?”
He breaks out into a smile and hops off the bed. “You have about … eh, I’ll say three minutes to figure out how to reenergize yourself.”
“What are you talking about?”
He slides his hand down his shaft and grins. “I’m going to go wipe your pussy juices from my face and grab a condom. Then we’ll see how doggy style ranks.” His grin bleeds into a smirk. “Told you I could make juices sexy.”
I grab a pillow and halfheartedly throw it at him.
He laughs all the way to the en suite, leaving me to die alone.
But, oh, what a way to go.
I’m just getting my blood pressure back to normal when he waltzes into the room with the energy of a twenty-something-year-old man.Fitting.
“Over here,” he says. “Ass up. Let’s go. Move it.”
