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And stroked.
And stroked.
“This feel like just vibing to you?” he asked against my mouth, buried unfairly deep inside me. He didn’t leave any room for me to give an answer beyond a mumbled mmm-nmmh as I squirmed against him.
He already knew the answer.
He was making sure we were on one accord, making sure I understood there was intention in every stroke, every flick of his fingers, his tongue.
His grip on my neck tightened as he pushed deeper still, grounding me in the moment as our eyes met and held.
Yeah.
I understood exactly what was happening, exactly what I’d been fruitlessly trying to avoid.
He kept himself buried in me as he pulled me down to the floor, my thighs hooked around his hips, hands pinned overhead. Our fingers laced, gripping tightly as he stroked slow and deep.
Everything else faded to the background.
There was only this.
Only us.
When the climax hit, it did so with an unexpected surge of emotion that sent me into immediate sobs. What exactly I’d been holding, I wasn’t sure, but it all released in tandem with the orgasm.
Tatum didn’t unwrap himself from me until the crying stopped.
Then, he collapsed beside me on the floor, with us both still breathing hard.
Spent.
… Happy.
“Hey,” he said, after a few more minutes had passed.
“Yeah?”
“This floor is hard as fuck.”
"I'm so sorry I was late. Traffic kicked my butt getting to the city from my house."
A blatant ass lie.
The truth was that I'd been dressed and ready to make it to the meetup for lunch with my brother-in-law and Amanda with near perfect timing.
And then Tatum had slowed me down.
He’d spent the night before with me, risking not making a mandatory practice the next day.
This day.
And instead of making a priority of getting on the road, he’d made sure we got in one last quickie session before he set off.
Or rather, a not-so-quickie, which was where the problem lied.
We’d actually taken our sweet time, since things were gearing up to get busy in both of our lives, and it might be a bit before we saw each other in person again.
Definitely wasn’t looking forward to that.