Page 37 of On His Knees

“Summer,” he growls.

Still down on all fours, I swallow past a tight throat and say, “Yeah.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m just arranging the pillows,” I say, but that’s not entirely true. I’m down here on purpose, enticing him because I want him to take me this way. Want to create something special, some lasting memory as I seduce him into marking me the way no other guy ever has.

“Lay down,” he instructs, his voice a low, soft command. “On your back. Legs spread.”

Relinquishing all control, I do as he says. Honestly, I love when he takes over during sex as much as when he takes care of me outside of the bedroom. He’s being as open about his needs as I’ve been about mine. He stands over me for a minute, his eyes drinking me in. He settles himself on his knees, glass of brandy still in his hand. He dips into it, and then runs his hands over my stomach, between my legs, painting my flesh with the alcohol. Silence ensues as he continues this for a long time, his eyes latched on me, the muscles along his jaw tight. I practically convulse beneath him and his eyes dart to mine. This pull between us is insane.

“Are you on the Pill?” he asks.

“I am.”

He turns his attention back to my body, and his wet fingers widen my sex lips. His tongue snakes out, swipes over his bottom lip like he’s preparing his mouth for a feast.

Yes.

“I’m clean, Summer,” he says, his eyes still latched on my sex, as he lightly pets me. “And I always use a condom.”

“Me, too,” I say. As a doctor, I have to worry about sexually transmitted diseases, so where is my intelligence now, and why do I trust this guy enough to believe every word coming out of his mouth? It’s not like me.

“I want my cum inside you,” he says, and eases a finger into me. My breath catches and a sound squeaks out of my throat. “I want you to feel it dripping out of you when we’re done.” His eyes slowly move back to mine. “Tell me you want that, too?”

“I want that, too,” I say honestly.

He backs up, slides out from between my legs. “Roll over.” I do as he says. “Pillow beneath your stomach.” I adjust the pillow, and the next thing I know he’s on his back, pulling me down until my sex is hovering over his mouth. His tongue is murderous against my clit, swirling, striking, hitting its mark like a bull’s-eye. His hands slide around, grab hold of my ass and hold me to him. I widen my legs even more, and a little cry gurgles in my throat. He thrusts his tongue into me, and I pant like I’ve just run a marathon, three times. He groans and sucks and kisses me, dragging his teeth over my clit until I’m a trembling mess.

Heat chases through my body as my climax builds, and I cry out, but for what I’m not sure. As he owns my sex, possesses it, I surrender to the pleasure. My lips part, but no sounds emerge as I come all over his mouth. Heated curses reach my ears, as he continues to lick me, his rough tongue prolonging the pleasure between my legs. After a long time, I stop spasming, and he climbs out from under me.

My nails rake the blanket beneath me, and while I want to touch him, I’m not certain I can get my legs to move. He caresses my back, drags rough fingertips over my spine, and I shake all over. “I’m going to put my cock in you now,” he says, his voice low and even, like he’s about to order a cup of coffee. Such a strange mood we’re both in. The aftereffects of the polar bear plunge? Or something else entirely.

He adjusts the pillow, moving it to my hips, so my ass is in the air. He leans into me, presses kisses to my flesh. I shake beneath him, my sex wet and ready for all he has to offer me. His cock slides between my legs, and he slowly inches into me, dropping his mouth to my shoulder, where he lightly grazes my flesh with his teeth.

He moves in and out of me, and my body vibrates, clenches around his hard length. He falls heavily over me, pinning me beneath him as he continues to glide in and out of me. Moisture breaks out on my body as he moves, strong determined strokes that make me feel, in more ways than one. A moment later he shifts positions, like the previous one wasn’t letting him get deep enough.

I glance over my shoulder, take in his tight face as he puts another pillow under me, lifting me higher. He goes up on his knees, and when he glides in, he reaches untouched parts of me, and awakens more than just my body.

He runs his finger along my back crevice, his cock moving steadily inside me. He parts me, and presses the tip of his finger into my hot core. I stop breathing, stop thinking as he does things to my body, delicious things that never seemed right before, but with him, they suddenly do.

“I want all of you,” he whispers, his words, the way he wants me teasing all my senses.

“Tate...” I cry out.

“Summer,” he says, and seeing him like this, hearing my name on his tongue, pushes me over the precipice. I come hard and fast, a firestorm of need centered between my legs. My vision goes fuzzy around the edges, the room closing in on me. I try to breathe, see past the edges but I’m gone, lost in a haze of lust and Tate.

“Holy fuck,” he murmurs as I keep coming and coming, my hot release dripping all over him. He pushes deep, this time the thrusts are for him as he chases his own orgasm, and my sated body quakes, eager for him to fill me when he comes.

He grunts, pants, drives into me so hard and deep, I slide on the floor, my hard nipples chafing on the blanket below.

“Summer,” he says again, and his fingers dig into my hips as he goes perfectly still. I hold my breath, turning my head to steal a glance at his face as he splashes high inside me. His muscles are tight, his face beautifully contorted. My eyes travel over him, memorize every sculpted inch of his body. I continue to watch him, lost in the moment.

His eyes open, latch on mine, and the corners of his mouth turns up in a smile. I smile back and his deep rumble reverberates through me as he collapses on my back. He kisses my shoulder, my neck, my hair, but I get the sense he’s not done with me.

A moment later he pulls his cock out of me, and I whimper at the loss. Strong arms scoop me up and carry me to the bed. He’s inside me again, our bodies tired and lazy, but that doesn’t stop us from taking more, everything, from each other. Eventually our eyes close, sleep pulling at us.

I wake to a warm room, and when my eyes open it’s still light outside. I glance at the clock, shocked that I slept the afternoon away. Well, mostly. After making love in front of the fire, Tate carried me to this bed, and we spent the next hour or so messing up the sheets.

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