Page 48 of On His Knees

The fire is blazing by the time we make our way to the front room, and Tate runs the backs of his fingers along my cheek. “I want you right here, like we did that first night.” He gestures with a nod. “Why don’t you go get some blankets and pillows. I’ll pour us a drink.” I hurry to the main level bedroom, tug the sheet off the bed and grab some pillows. I find Tate sipping brandy, his cock tenting the towel when I come back.

“Lay them out,” he says.

I drop the blankets and go down on all fours. He growls and that’s when I realize what he’s up to. A little jolt of pleasure goes through me as I take my time, crawling around on the blankets, my ass in the air, wide-open and vulnerable, giving the ass man the show he clearly wants.

He drops to his knees behind me, slides one powerful arm around my stomach and lifts me. My back hits his chest, and he puts the glass in front of me. “Drink,” he says.

I take a small sip, and love the way it burns, and warms me from the inside out. Warm hands slide over my breasts, one flattens on my throat and I tilt my head back, until my head is lying against his shoulder. His other hand goes to my sex and he slides a finger in. He swirls it around, and I grow wetter for him.

“I’ve had you here,” he murmurs into my ear. I cry when he pulls his fingers out and runs them over my breasts. “I’ve had you here.” He slides his hand up farther, puts his fingers into my mouth to allow me to taste myself. “And I’ve had you here,” he says, as I suck on his fingers. He pulls out with a plop, and those deft fingers go to my backside. “But I’ve not had you here,” he growls, his hand sliding over my ass. He runs his finger along my crevice.

“No one has had me there,” I admit.

“I know.”

“How do you—”

“I just do, but I love it when you’re honest with me like this.”

Guilt weaves its way into my thoughts, and I push them back. I never told Tate the truth about me for a reason, and

after tonight, after we part ways, none of it matters. We’ll both have erotic memories to draw on, and the truth won’t matter. Right?

“I’ll always be honest when I’m with you like this, Tate. And right now, I want your cock in my mouth.”

“Tonight, I give the orders,” he growls in my ear. “Now lie down.” I set the glass of brandy down, move away from him and position myself on my back. Tate grabs a pillow and places it under my head. He’s on his knees, his hands on his cock, stroking himself, and my throat dries.

“I want you to tell me exactly what you want,” I say, gazing up at him.

“Spread your legs.”

I surrender to his orders, and he climbs over me. In one quick thrust he’s pounding into me. I briefly close my eyes.

“Open your eyes. I want to see you when you come all over my cock. I want you to get it all nice and wet for when I flip you over, and give us what we both want.”

My heart pounds double time in my chest as my lids flicker open. My vision goes fuzzy, the only thing I can see is this man, the tightness on his face as he joins our bodies as one. I wrap my legs around him, squeeze my sex around his magnificent length and he growls. Eyes locked, we fuck. Each taking and giving, his wet slick crown gliding easily in and out of me. I’ve not had anal sex before, and while I should be terrified, I’m not. I want this, need, in some unfathomable way, for him to mark all of me. I haven’t known Tate long, but I know enough to understand he’ll take care of my body.

His lips close over mine, and our tongues play as he brings me higher and higher, and before I know it, he’s pulled another orgasm from me. My fingers curl into the sheets, and I make a whimpering sound as pleasure bursts inside me.

“That’s it, Summer. You are so wet and hot, it’s killing me.”

I touch his face, splay my fingers and he leans into me as I ride out the waves. “I’ve never come so much in my entire life,” I say. “I’m going to miss this.”

Instead of telling me he’s going to miss it, too, he pulls out of me, and flips me over, his breathing changing, becoming harsher against my skin. “Lift your hips,” he orders, and I do as he says. He slides two big pillows under me. “Comfortable?”

“Yes.”

He stands and walks to the mantel, grabs a box. He tears into it and produces lubricant.

“You had this planned,” I whisper.

He drops down behind me and I can no longer see his face. “Last night, I wanted this. From the way you were crawling around on the floor, it seemed you wanted it, too. But no way would I ever take you like this until we were properly prepared.” My throat squeezes at his thoughtfulness. “Do you still want to try this with me, Summer?” He presses his finger between my cheeks, curls it around my opening.

“Yes,” I cry out.

A second later cold lubricant is being poured on my ass. “Sorry, it’s cold,” he says, sounding like he’s just eaten a box of nails. “I promise to warm you up.”

He slowly, lightly runs his fingers over me, and I close my eyes to enjoy the sensations. “How do you feel?” he asks.

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