Until You
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Jesus, I mouthed silently, under my breath.
We stood there, face to face, na**d chest to na**d chest, wet and hot on a chilly October night, and I never wanted to love someone so much that I worried I would never be able to stop.
I reached out slowly and ran the back of my hand down her left breast. Her nipple, already hard from the night air, was the one part of her, other than her lips, that was going in my mouth first.
Pushing her wet hair behind her shoulders, I looked her up and down, trying to memorize every inch. Tate was athletic—toned and not too skinny. Her shoulders and arms had some muscle to them, but it was subtle, while her skin glowed smoothly like a piece of porcelain.
She watched me drink her in, letting me look.
Bold girl.
She liked it and never tried to cover up or look away.
Pulling her into me again, I dove into her mouth, sucking and biting on her bottom lip, forcing myself to go slower.
I pushed into her body, my chest on fire with her br**sts rubbing against me.
I briefly registered her hands leaving my body, but I didn’t flinch until her mouth left me, too.
And then I noticed her peeling off her jeans.
Goddamn. Part of me wanted to undress her myself, but f**k it.
I didn’t want to miss a thing, so I kept my hands off of her until she stood almost na**d in front of me.
Tate. In only her panties. Rain-soaked.
Never in my life had anything been hotter.
Lifting her by the backs of her thighs, I wrapped my arm around her slender, smooth back and carried her to the chaise across the patio. It had a canopy, I remembered, and there was no way in hell we were going inside now.
In the rain—in Tate’s beloved thunderstorm—is where we would make love for the first time.
Laying her down, I saw that she wore pink lace underwear.
Thank God they’re not black. I smiled to myself.
I preferred black, but I liked that Tate surprised me.
My good girl in pink.
A good girl that was bad only for me.
Leaning down, I took her breast in my mouth and shivered with the pleasure of tasting her soft, supple skin. I reached down, and used my hand to explore as much of her as I could reach. Up her smooth thighs and over her h*ps and stomach, getting more f**king swelled in my pants every time she arched and squirmed under me.
“Jared…” she begged. “Jared, please.”
Oh, Jesus.
“Be patient,” I growled softly as I continued to kiss down her stomach. “If you keep begging like that, I’m going to lose it right now.”
I needed to get my body in check. Take some deep breaths and calm the hell down. I wanted everything out of this. More than I needed to come, I needed to feel her body shake underneath mine. I needed to see her face lost when she came with me inside of her.
Peeling off her panties and dropping them to the ground, I stood up and soaked in my girl, who was looking at me with fire in her eyes.
Fishing in my wallet for a condom, I yanked off the rest of my clothes, flinching when my aching hard-on sprang free, and came down slowly between her legs.
Chills spread across my skin at feeling her heat on my cock.
She wrapped her hands around the back of my neck, and I stared down at her, hoping she was ready. Hoping she wouldn’t regret this.
I knew I didn’t want you. My father’s voice echoed from a distant island in my head, and I hesitated.
But Tate looked at me and ran a hand down my face, making me melt into her touch.
I closed my eyes.
Happiness, heaven, euphoria—I had no idea what state I was in, but it was new, and it was true.
Fuck you, Dad.
Ripping the condom from its wrapper, I slid it on and shoved my motherfucking father a million miles away from me.
“I love you,” I whispered, and lifting her knee up, I slid inside of her.
“Ahhh…” Her body shook, and she gasped, hard and fast. I stilled, feeling a rush of warmth spread over my body.
Tate.
She really was a virgin.
My head spun at the idea of causing her pain, but f**k if it didn’t turn me on, too.
She was mine now.
I didn’t budge any further, but I pushed myself up on my hands to look down at her.
Her palms were braced on my chest, and raindrops glistened on her br**sts as I watched her breathing slow down.
Her eyes squinted a little as she took in the pain, but she didn’t cry out.
I was throbbing so hard. I needed to get inside of her, but I damn well gave a f**k about Tate, and I wasn’t just going to take her. I wanted her coming back for seconds, thirds, and forever.
“Are you okay?” I asked quietly, hoping like hell she wasn’t reconsidering and thinking of pulling away from me.
“I’m good,” she breathed out and nodded. “Don’t stop, but go slow.”
And I didn’t need to be told twice.
Slowly, and with my nerves heating up at every inch I took, I sunk into her beautiful body until I was buried.
Fucking heaven. I let out a breath, dying and coming alive again in her tight, wet heat.
She quivered, and her breathing turned shallow for a few seconds, but I knew when the pain was gone.
“Damn.” My muscles tensed, and I shut my eyes, feeling her soft and hot from the inside. “You feel so good. Perfect.”
I stayed, hovering over her, pulling out and then sinking back in, time and again. My body screamed, ached, and moaned for more.
After a minute or two, she grabbed my waist and started guiding her body into a rhythm with mine. Her h*ps moved in little circles, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was dancing. Lying down and moving like a sweet dream, her body arching and flowing against mine.