Taking It All(12)

"That's all I want, Tate," she whispered. "Just you. Nothing else. I   don't care about money and financial security if I don't get to enjoy it   with the man who holds my heart."

The man who holds my heart.

The sheer magnitude of that statement was humbling. He very nearly went   to his knees in front of her to beg her forgiveness all over again.

"Kiss me," he whispered, so choked up he could barely get the words out.

He gently cupped her face, framing it in his hands, and he lowered his   mouth to hers, drinking in her sweetness and the sweet little sigh she   breathed into his mouth.

He stroked her cheeks, caressing, unable to get enough of simply touching her, tangling his hands in her wayward curls.

"Will you make love with me, Chessy? Right here and now? Let me seal my promise to you?"

Her intake of breath was swift and her gaze lifted to his, hazy with   desire, her pupils dilated in familiar fashion. Thank God she still   wanted him. That her heart was big enough for forgiveness. He didn't   suffer any illusion that another woman would have walked away a long   time ago. But his girl had a heart the size of the state they lived in.

"I want that," she whispered, leaning her cheek into his palm as if seeking his touch. "So much, Tate."

He slid one arm underneath the bend of her legs and then anchored his   other around her waist, effortlessly lifting her to cradle her in his   arms.

For a long moment, all he did was stare into her eyes, absorbing her   acceptance like a parched desert soaking in its first rain in months.

And then he slowly walked toward their bedroom.





SIX


CHESSY relaxed her body against Tate's, absorbing his strength, his   solid, muscled frame as he walked them through the doorway of their   bedroom. She rested her head on his shoulder and splayed her fingers out   across his chest just below the hollow of his throat.

How many weeks-months-had she yearned for this? To be made love to, with   or without all the accouterments of dominance, by her husband. Her   entire heart, body and soul ached for him. To reconnect in the most   intimate of ways, to say with their bodies all they couldn't say with   mere words.                       
       
           



       

She was almost afraid of his phone ringing. It was only with the   fiercest of restraints that she didn't search for it, looking to see if   it was attached to his hip as it always was. She forced herself not to   think about it and to savor his promise that finally, finally he was   focusing on just the two of them. No business associates, no   clients-potential or otherwise. Just her and him and trying to rebuild   all that they had lost.

He gently laid her down on the bed, standing over her, a fierce gleam in   his eyes. His gaze was predatory as it raked over her, undressing her   before he even touched her rumpled pajamas.

A delicate shiver worked its way over her body. Delicious anticipation.   So much wanting and desire pent up inside her that she felt near to   bursting.

Then he reached down and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her   pajama bottoms and slid them slowly and reverently down her legs. He   tossed them aside and then carefully unbuttoned her top from the bottom   up, parting the material so her breasts were bared.

He lifted her just enough that he could pull the top free and it went   the way of her bottoms, disappearing from view. All that was left was   the lacy, sheer panties that she'd purposely worn the evening before in   anticipation of their anniversary.

Tate stared down at her, his eyes glowing in appreciation, taking in her near-naked body lying on the bed below him.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered. "The most beautiful girl in the world to me."

She was sure she glowed as she smiled up at him, absorbing his words   into her heart. She held up her arms for him, inviting him to lower   himself onto her body. He took only long enough to strip out of his   clothing before complying with her silent request.

His cock pressed against the V of her legs as his body blanketed hers.   He nuzzled his lips against her neck and then kissed and sucked a line   down to her breasts, shifting his body downward so he could feast on   her.

He circled her nipple with his tongue, coaxing it to a rigid bud before   sucking it firmly between his teeth. He flicked his tongue over the  tip,  his teeth grazing the tender flesh. She squirmed beneath him,   breathless with pleasure.

She caressed his shoulders, enjoying the ridges of his muscles, tracing   with her fingertips, the flesh solid and firm beneath her touch.

Then he went lower still. After giving each breast equal treatment, his   mouth trailed down her belly in a damp line. He nuzzled into the soft   tuft of hair between her legs and then he ran his thumb down the seam of   her pussy. He parted the delicate folds and licked from her opening up   to her clit.

Her hips arched, a soft moan escaping her. Tate knew so well how to   please her. Every touch. Every kiss. Every caress. He knew her body   better than she knew it herself. He always sensed what she needed even   before she did and immediately gave her what it was she wanted. She   never had to ask.

His tongue slid inside her, lapping gently against the walls of her   vagina. He sucked as his tongue withdrew, causing her to clench in   protest, wanting that delicious sensation not to end.

His hands slid underneath her ass, cupping the globes firmly as he   lifted her higher so he could devour her with his mouth. Already she   could feel the fluttering in her womb that signaled the rise of her   orgasm.

"My girl is close," Tate said against her clit, his breath blowing over   the quivering bud. "Do you want to come now or do you want me inside   you?"

As if he needed an answer to that question. She always wanted him inside her. Wanted them both to fall over the edge together.

"Inside me," she said breathily. "I need you, Tate."

Still, he teased and tormented her, bringing her right to the brink and   then retreating, allowing her to ease back from the edge. Just when she   thought she'd scream in frustration, he slid up her body, opening her   legs wide as he settled between them. He nuzzled her breasts, teasing   them to rigidity before finally sliding inside her.

Her breath caught, unable to escape her chest as he pushed inside her.   He was met with slight resistance as she stretched to accommodate him.

"Take me," he growled.

It was a command he often gave her, one that sent delicious chills over   her body. It was a game they played. As though she were reluctant to   take him whole and he was determined to get there.

He withdrew and then thrust hard, seating himself fully, her gasp echoing through the room.

"All of me," he commanded. "You'll take all of me."

"Yes," she whispered. "Take me, Tate. You own me."

He withdrew again and hammered forward, his hips pressed against her behind as he strained to reach maximum depth.

"How much can you take, Chessy?" The silky words slid over her ears,   sending an uncontrollable shiver over her body. "No mercy. I'm going   hard. I want you to come for me. Let go."                       
       
           



       

Then he began thrusting hard and fast. The slap of flesh against flesh   filled her senses. Her entire body tightened as her orgasm swelled and   built, an inferno erupting all around her.

She sobbed his name as the room blurred around her. But through it all,   she could see his face, his eyes intently boring into hers, demanding   her submission. She gave it freely. For this man she'd give anything at   all.

His body came down on hers, his forearms propped against the mattress on   either side of her body. His hips undulated, rising and falling. Their   breaths mingled and his mouth found hers in a heated rush that left  her  breathless. His tongue mimicked the motions of his cock, fucking  her  mouth just like his cock fucked her pussy.

She hitched her legs higher, tilting her pelvis up so she could take   even more of him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, anchoring   herself to him and then lifted to meet every thrust, matching his   motions so they moved in perfect unison.

"I love you," Tate said into her mouth. "I'll always love you, Chessy. I need you to believe that."

"I love you too," she breathed.

Then she closed her eyes, her body so taut she felt near to breaking.   His words mixed with the deep thrusts unraveled her at the speed of   sound.