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He keeps his eyes locked on hers as he unbuttons his waistcoat and drops it to the ground.
‘Your shirt next.’
Starting at his chest, he undoes each button on his shirt, then unfastens one cufflink followed by the other, dropping them on to his waistcoat. He slowly slides his shirt off his shoulders and down his arms. Chloe intently watches his every move as she traces her fingers down her body, cupping each breast. When she pinches her nipples between her thumb and forefinger and moans softly, Tate’s cock twitches in response.
Chloe’s eyes slowly travel up his body then settle back on his crotch.
‘Belt, trousers, and boxers now.’
His belt ends up on the floor then he opens the button on his trousers and unzips his fly. He pushes his trousers over his hips and down his legs, followed by his boxers then stands naked in front of her.
He nearly launches himself at her when she slowly uncrosses her legs. Chloe’s fingers skim over the lace thong as she moves her legs to the side. His dick hits against his stomach as she moans again.
She’s driving him fucking crazy and she knows it. If she has any sense she’ll let him touch her. Instead she leaves him where he is, frustrated, horny, and desperate to be released.
Chloe rubs her fingers against her pussy, covering the thin lace in her delicious juices. He clenches his fists at his sides. He’s wound like a fucking spring, every single muscle locked to keep himself in place.
He needs to get his mouth, tongue, and fingers all over her pussy. He can picture exactly what he’s going to do to her in detail. He can taste her on his tongue and he hasn’t laid a finger on her yet.
He’s not used to being held back like this. Not used to being told what to do and he fucking loves it. The longer she holds him back the harder he’s going to fuck her when he eventually gets his hands on her.
‘Now, I want to see you make yourself come.’
∞
Chloe peers up at Tate and waits for him to react to what she just said. Every single time he’s been naked with her, she’s been mesmerised by his body. Watching the way he moves, the way the muscles flex and contract when he was with her drove her nearly as crazy as what he was doing to her. The thought of watching him towering above her, every inch of his body on show while he touched himself has been something she’d imagined a lot since their first time together.
Even just watching him undress had been intense. His dark eyes hadn’t left hers the entire time. She is under no doubt he’s going to make her pay for drawing things out for him. And she can’t wait. But first she desperately wants to see him do this in front of her.
With his gaze still locked on her, Tate’s arm lifts from his side. Chloe’s heart beats faster as his tattooed hand begins to slowly and steadily work over his shaft, back and forth. She can feel him looking at her but there’s no way she can tear her eyes away from what he’s doing to himself. His hand clenches and slides, gliding up, covering the head and the thick piercing in his fist then twisting back down in a steady rhythm.
She knew seeing him like this would be incredible, but not for one second did she think it would be so downright hot. He’s not exactly being gentle with himself. Just like everything else he does, he’s not holding back. Chloe had been cautious with his piercings, but he can take a lot more than she’s been giving him.
Chloe slides her fingers under the thin lace of her thong and slips a finger inside. She has no idea whether she’s doing it to frustrate him or to pleasure herself. Maybe a little of both.
Tate’s breath comes out in short pants as he works himself harder and faster. She can see he’s getting close. See the tremors working through his body, see the muscles in his arms tensing, his stomach tightening as his hips flex.
Then he reaches up and pulls on his nipple piercing, twisting it in his fingers.
With a shout, he comes all over his hand. He braces his legs as he keeps stroking himself, his body trembling and his breathing rapid. Tate shudders and meets her eyes as he lets go of himself and drops his arms to his side again. The fact he hasn’t said a word to her since she told him to get undressed only adds to the all-consuming look in his eyes. Time to let him go. She licks her juices from her fingers, and she swears she hears him growl.
‘Would you like a taste?’
‘Yes.’
Yeah, that was as close to a growl as he could do without actually growling at her. ‘Yes, what?’
She can see the muscles in his jaw move as he clenches his jaw. ‘Yes, please.’
‘I really think you should get on the bed now.’
Chloe barely has time to scramble out of the way before Tate launches himself onto the bed. He pushes her onto her back and slides her thong down her legs. Tate pulls her hips back and Chloe gasps as he buries his tongue in her as deep as he can go.
Tate’s rough hands grip her hips, holding her firmly in place so he can suck and lick her with a desperation that has her gasping for breath. Her body jolts as his tongue circles her clit, massaging her as his fingers plunge into her. Chloe’s body jolts and she screams into the sheet as her orgasm slams through her.
∞
‘Get onto your hands and knees then don’t fucking move.’ Tate grabs a condom from the bathroom and slips it on. Without hesitating, he thrusts into her hard and deep, wrapping his hands around her waist to hold her in place as he drives into her.
