Until You
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She was going to stop this.
But she didn’t. She paused for only a moment before she pulled her shirt over her head, finishing the job of getting undressed.
Hell. And I closed my eyes in relief.
Not waiting, I yanked her bra straps down, off her shoulders, and stared in awe at her amazing body—Tate’s body—laying bare and open for me.
I couldn’t get over the fact that she was here. Naked in my bed.
I’d loved her like a kid before, but we damn well weren’t kids anymore.
Kissing my way down her stomach, her hips, and her thighs, I dove for what I’d been dying to taste for weeks.
Hell, for longer than that.
With the tip of my tongue, I slowly licked the sweet length of the soft, wet heat between her legs.
Goddamn.
She gasped and jerked slightly. “Oh!”
I looked up, calm and amused, to see her wide-eyed, surprised look.
And I knew.
No one had touched her like that.
“What are you doing?” she asked, confused.
I almost laughed.
Happiness spread like tingles across my cheeks, and it was a struggle to keep a straight face. “You’re a virgin,” I stated, almost to myself.
She didn’t say anything, only looked a little nervous, but excited as I dipped my head again and returned my attention to kissing her inner thighs.
“You have no idea how happy that makes me,” I murmured and moved my mouth back on her.
The wild taste of her center. The sweet smell of her heat. The smoothness of her on my lips and tongue. Everything had me starving for more.
Every squirm and every whimper she let out was because of what I was doing to her.
It was me she came undone for.
I sucked on the hard nub of her clit, taking it between my teeth gently and then releasing it only to claim it and suck it hard again. I gripped her hip with one hand and pushed her leg up with the other.
I sucked her long and slow, taking hold of her skin again and again, dragging it out slowly until she was gasping for release. I came back down, over and over, tasting and sucking her hard.
When I knew she was hot enough that there was no f**king way she’d ever tell me to stop, I licked.
Hot and wet.
I slid my tongue just a little inside of her and ran it up the length to her clit. Over and over again. In and up. Just the tip of my tongue. In and up. In and up. And then I swirled my tongue around her nub with the wetness of her body, and the heat of my mouth.
My dick was charged and rock f**king hard. I couldn’t think of anything else but the need to drive it inside of her.
But I didn’t. I was loving this part more than I wanted to admit.
She was in my hands, in my mouth, and I wanted her to know that I wasn’t thinking about myself right now. I wanted her to see that she had me on my f**king knees.
Looking up, I reveled in the sight of her panting with her eyebrows pinched together. Her lips were moist, and she looked like she was in the best kind of pain. Her ni**les were erect, and I reached up to knead a breast. The firmness complimented her skin’s softness, and it was just one more thing I wanted in my mouth, too.
“Jesus Christ,” I whispered against her sex, “if you could see yourself from my view. Fucking beautiful.”
I worked her harder, sucking, licking, and then I plunged inside of her with my tongue. She jerked up off the bed, begging for more, and—shit—my body ached for release. I almost came right there.
Her body moved like we were f**king, her h*ps like small waves in an ocean against my mouth.
Her chest suddenly stilled like she wasn’t taking in air. She was completely silent for a few seconds, and then she moaned my name as her br**sts started to rise and fall again with hard, shallow breaths.
She was coming.
Elation spread through me like a windstorm, and I really hoped she knew that we weren’t done.
“Damn, Tate.” I ran my hand up and down her body from her breast to her hip. “Your beauty is nothing compared to how you look when you come.”
“That was...” she trailed off, hopefully feeling delightfully lost like me.
I laid my lower half on top of her and leaned over, looking down into her eyes. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”
She pushed her top half up off the bed and crushed her lips to mine, wrapping an arm around my neck. Reaching over to my bedside drawer for a condom that I didn’t want to f**king use with her, I immediately halted when I felt a lightning storm spread between my legs and branch across my thighs.
My hand crashed back down to the bed, because I almost f**king fell on top of her in shock.
Holy shit!
Tate had grabbed hold of me and was slowly moving her hand up and down my cock.
Jesus. I squeezed my eyes shut.
This was not good.
Tate deserved slow. She deserved sweet.
But I knew there was about as much chance of that happening tonight as me getting into West Point like her father wanted. She wasn’t getting slow and sweet.
I was going to f**k her crazy.
After I peeled her bra completely off, I pushed her back down onto the bed and went for her full br**sts, taking each one in my mouth and rocking my h*ps into her until we were both beyond ready.
“Jared, you ready yet?”
Huh?
A knock on the door and a male’s voice registered, making us both jerk our heads behind me.
Sam.
Sweat seeped out of my pores, and a sharp ache settled inside my dick.
Hell. No. This was not happening.
“I’m going to kill him,” I bit out and then yelled to the door. “Go downstairs!”