Page 64 of Unwritten Rules
I inwardly groan, my heart unable to take many more compliments from her.
She’s too much.
“Tate…”
She smiles and leans up on her toes to press a chaste kiss to my lips. Before she can pull away, my hands are in her hair and my lips mould against hers. Tatum moans into my mouth, and unable to keep hold of my self-control, I spin us and walk towards my bed.
Tatum giggle-squeals when the back of her legs hit the mattress and we topple onto the dark grey doona. Her hands find my shoulders as I suspend my body over hers, not wanting to put too much weight on her.
Heart pounding wildly in my chest, I take in the woman below me. Strawberry-blonde hair fans out like a halo above her head, chest heaving as she sucks in deep breaths. She wriggles under my gaze, and I can’t help but smile.
“Eager, strawberry?”
“Yes,” she admits without hesitation. “Last time we, you know, was in your car. This feels… different.”
I drag my fingers over the curve of her jaw, before resting at the base of her throat. Her pulse thuds rapidly against my skin, and I’m sure mine mirrors it perfectly.
“Tell me what you want,” I rasp. “You set the pace and I’ll follow.”
“Oh, you don’t?—”
“The last time we were together, I took from you what I wanted, which was wrong of me. I want you to take whatever it is you need from me and I’ll be right behind you.”
Tatum blinks at me as my words settle deep into her skin.
There is no denying I was a dick the night we first hooked up. I was so intent on finding a distraction from my injury and getting off as a means to ease the tension in my shoulders, that I didn’t stop to think about what Tatum wanted. And now that I have her here, lying beneath me, I have no intention of fucking this up.
“What’s it going to be, strawberry?”
Tatum swallows hard before scooting out from beneath me. I watch with bated breath as she settles against the pillows, a knowing smile on her lips. Her legs fall open, baring her soaked core to me. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to understand what she’s asking for, but I’ll admit that I’m an asshole for wanting to hear the words come out of her mouth.
I lean back on my shins, mouth tilting in a smirk. “What is it that you want?”
Tatum drags her bottom lip between her teeth. “I want you, Sin.”
“Where?”
Her cheeks turn a shade of red that has me smiling like a damn fool.
“Here.” She points to her parted legs, and I’m fighting the urge to dive headfirst to give her what she wants. “Please.”
“You want me to lick that pretty pussy of yours?”
Tatum nods. “Yes, I want you to lick my pussy.”
Fucking hell.
Her eyes follow my movements as I crawl across the king-sized bed until I’m nestled between her thighs. The air in my lungs evaporate when I pull the lace material down her thighs, tossing them over my head. She is fucking soaked. My throat tightens as my mouth loses any moisture it once had.
With my hands gripping her thighs, I lean down and swipe my tongue over her centre. Tatum shudders at the touch, spurring me on. With each flick and swipe of my tongue, moans slip from her parted lips, her hand finding support in my hair.
She’s so fucking delicious that I’m finding it hard to think straight. I don’t notice the ache in my jaw as I continue to work her over, nor do I take note when I slip two fingers inside. All I can focus on is the sounds falling from her sweet mouth and how I never want this moment to end.
“Sin,” Tatum cries out, her legs shaking as I up the speed of my tongue and fingers. “I-I’m going to?—”
I lift my head, meeting her lust-hazed eyes. “Come on my tongue, strawberry. I want to taste every last drop of you.”
My tongue swipes over her core, and that’s all it takes for her to fly over the edge. I don’t slow my movements as an orgasm consumes every inch of her body. Seeing her this way, writhing under my touch and crying out my name, has me feeling like I’m on cloud nine. Knowing I did that to her, made her feel that way, brings me a pleasure I never knew possible.
