And my heart jumped into my throat.

Grazing her skin, I slipped my finger back inside of her to make sure she was still wet. She’d be sore after her first time, and I wanted to make sure she could take what she was asking me for.

So wet. Hell, yes.

Letting out a ragged breath, I yanked off my towel and fished in my wet jeans for my last condom, tearing the wrapper open with my teeth. Smoothing it on, I grabbed her at the hips and plunged inside of her.

Hard.

“Holy shit,” I groaned under my breath.

So tight.

“Jared,” she whispered. “Yes.”

My heart was racing a mile a minute, and it took me a few seconds to calm down. I’d never felt anything so good as having her like this.

I dived into her wet, hot sex, but the heat spread over my entire body.

The heel of her foot hanging off the table wrapped around the back of my thigh, pressing me into her, and I couldn’t wait anymore.

She wanted it hard, but it was only the second time in her life she’d had sex, and I didn’t want to hurt her.

“Hard?” I wanted to make sure. Her whimper begged. “Yes.”

So I rocked into her, slow at first and then faster. Before long, I was grasping her hips, pushing inside of her until I couldn’t go any further.

But she wasn’t content to just lay there and get taken, either. Not Tate.

She pushed up on her hands, and I almost fucking came right there.

Fuck.

Her palms were flat on the table, holding her torso upright, and her back was arched. I stared in awe at her posture in front of me as she took more control and backed into me as I slammed inside of her.

Tate. Hell, yes.

Every second, the pace and pressure increased, and goddamn, she was wet. I held her hips, wishing like hell I could get my hands everywhere, but I needed to hold on. She was pushing harder and harder into me.

As always, Tate found a way to fuck me back.

Such a handful.

Date: 2015-02-16; view: 619