Page 29 of Tate: Gemini King
“Is that really the most important thing?”
“Sorry,” I whisper. “You’re right. What’s important is we give each other a chance. Come on… How often do you meet someone who can cook shrimp alfredo like that?”
Natasha rolls her eyes. “I am shocked that you know about seasoning. I’ll admit.”
“I know about a lot of things.”
This time when I kiss her, she’s far less resistant. Good. I climb into the shower with her and the fact that we barely have any room makes touching Natasha and stripping her clothes off even hotter. I don’t give a shit about the fact that we’re both covered in mud or that Natasha smells like the backseat of a Nissan Altima. I just want her naked and I want my tongue in her pussy.
Among other things.
Terrorist is only our practice baby…
Once I have Natasha naked, I toss our clothes outside of the shower and turn it on. She squeals as the freezing water stops her in place.
“It’s cold!”
“Cold showers are good for the heart.”
Why does she need hot water when she has me for warmth? I swear, Natasha is so goddamn crazy. She’s lucky she has me to make sense of things for her.
“TATE, TURN ON THE HOT WATER!”
Her shrill demands make me think I should wait until later to teach her about the benefits of cold showers. I turn on a little hot water and clutch Natasha to my chest, mostly to stop her from beating the hell out of my chest with her angry little fists. This woman holds onto rage like no one I’ve ever known…
I stop her from hitting me by kissing her again. Her nipples run against my chest and her fingers stroke my chest hair until she gets to my nipple piercings. She touches them and then moves them around a little bit. Fuck, she gets me so hard. We kiss underneath the hot water until all the mud rinses down the drain. We don’t even notice that we’re both free from mud until our lips are numb.
Natasha’s hair gets really long underneath the hot water. Goddamn. She’s beautiful. She’s so fucking beautiful. I don’t know what to do with her or about her. She makes every inch of me hurt. When she glances down at my dick, our eyes meet again and she shakes her head. I don’t want to stop holding her, even as she gets more slippery in my gasp. She kisses her teeth a little bit before speaking – another sound I’m familiar with and had to look up on the internet.
“I should have known,” Natasha says wistfully.
“Known what?”
“Why you were such a big dick,” she says, the corners of her mouth teasing up into a delightful smirk. I love when she plays with me and teases me the way I tease her. Natasha doesn’t scare me and there’s nothing her spicy ass could say that could possibly offend me. I glance down at my dick.
“Touch it.”
“How did you get your way?” she whispers, shaking her head. Her hand seems to be fighting her better judgment. She sticks it out a little bit and hesitates, her arm falling to her side before she grabs my dick. I think I’m going to burst. I can’t stand her teasing, honestly. Every inch of me craves Natasha and my dick drools with precum as I wait for any part of her to touch me.
I’ll accept her hand, even if what I really want is her mouth wrapped around my dick. She slowly gives in to my request and does exactly what I want. Her pretty brown hands look so goddamn good wrapped around my giant white dick. This woman is so goddamn sexy it hurts. I struggle to contain a groan as Natasha wraps her hand around my dick. I don’t expect her hand to feel that good and I groan with authentic pleasure at how she feels. I need this woman’s pussy wrapped around my dick immediately.
Natasha enjoys having the slightest bit of control over me. I look at her soft brown eyes and watch them delight with cruel pleasure at my groaning and the way I’m powerless.
“That is the first time I have liked something that came out of your mouth,” she says.
“What about my tongue?” I ask, following it up with a weak groan as Natasha pumps her hands along the length of my dick. I never thought I could feel so good from having a woman’s hands around my dick, but Natasha feels amazing. She feels far fucking better than I ever thought she would. I could cum just from the way she touches me.
I touch her hand to stop her from stroking me and she keeps looking up at me with that self-satisfactory smirk.
“What? Can’t handle it?”
“Turn around,” I whisper. “We’ll see how much of your smart ass I can handle.”
She gets that mischievous look in her daredevil eyes. My heart pounds out of my chest. If there’s another fire across town… those motherfuckers are gonna have to burn. I need her and there isn’t a damn thing that can stop me from having her. When Natasha doesn’t turn around immediately, I flip her around and force her against the shower walls.
I wish I had more time with her sweet, dark brown nipples but my dick is absolutely in control right now and I can’t have her nipples when her soft, soaking wet pussy is absolutely begging for my dick. Once I have Natasha pressed against the shower walls, I grab her hips and look down at her beautiful ass.
This is why I need her to be my girlfriend. There is absolutely no way I will run out of ways to play with this beautiful woman after even a hot handful of hookups. I need her for years. I need her forever.