Page 90 of Revelry
“Tate,” she whispered. My eyes popped open and clashed with hers. The next thing I knew, her hands were sliding into my hair, tugging me towards her mouth. I went willing,eagerlyand devoured her.
I ate at her, sipping her lips and nibbling, swallowing her moans and tangling our tongues until we both pulled back, chests heaving.
“I want to have fun.”
Her eyes darkened as she caught my meaning. “What kind?”
“The adult kind.”
Her throat bobbed with a swallow. “I want that too.”
Her admission almost broke me. I’d been dying for this woman for what felt like so long, since I was sixteen. I’d never wanted anyone like I wanted Gertrude and it scared me as much as it excited me.
Sheexcited me.
She fizzled in my veins and lit a fire in my belly that hadn’t existed before. I stepped back, ready to help her off the counter and then remembered the mess on the floor. My brain tried to interfere and ruin the moment. So many thoughts rushing it to clean it, mop it, wipe it, justget rid of it!
I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to calm my thoughts and I clicked my fingers once…twice…
Gertrude took my hand in hers, stopping me from clicking a third and final time.
“Don’t finish, Tate. Please. Finish me instead,” she begged and brought my hand to her mouth, kissing the palm and then sliding her tongue over my fingers in a spine-tingling swirl. I knew she was distracting me and it was working.
I’d take her brand of positive reinforcement any damn day of the week.
“Take me to bed, please?” she whispered, sucking my two fingers and a strangled curse flew from my lips before I lifted heroff the counter and was racing for the stairs. I jogged up them, bouncing her in my arms and made it to my bedroom, dropping her onto my bed.
My hungry gaze roved over her. She was all tidy and buttoned up but I wanted her in her natural state, wild and free.
I pulled her bandanna off, releasing her mane. Then I gripped her hips and tugged her to the end of the bed, pulling her shorts down and flipping her over, desperate to see that ass of hers again.
Peach satin panties covered her round rump and I gave it a slap that had her head falling onto her arms and cursing. I ran a finger down the middle, following it under and found the satin material already damp.
“Yes, Gertrude,” I huffed in approval.
She cursed and then I flipped her back over, her hair falling over her face. I grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled, popping it open all the way up and exposing her bare chest.
She gasped but I couldn’t move. My eyes trailed over her round hips, her soft belly and up to the prettiest tits I’d ever seen. Round, full and heavy with dusky nipples that practically begged to be licked. I must have stared too long as she squirmed under my watchful gaze, and a possessive feeling overtook me.
“Who’s shirt is this?” I grunted.
She shrugged one shoulder, her breast swaying and distracting me. I wanted to see how they moved when she rode me.
“You only wear my shirts from now on.” I pulled her up to a sitting position and removed the rest of the shirt, balling it up and tossing it over my shoulder.
“Yes, Dr. Wilder,” she pouted.
“Oh Jesus, don’t say that,” I groaned, falling forward over her.
“Don’t say what, Dr. Wilder?” Her innocent stare unravelled me further. I cupped her pussy, heat radiating from her.
“You know exactly what you’re doing.”
She stared at me with those wide eyes that practically begged me to ravage her.
“So do you.”
I nipped her bottom lip before tracing a line of kisses down her jaw and pressing my palm into her center. Her hips rocked to meet my hand and each time I moved it just out of reach. I sucked hard on her neck, a crude sense of satisfaction at leaving a mark on her making my dick harder. I wanted to mark her, wanted all other men to know she wasmine.
