I exhale slowly, tension melting.Does she know how badly I want her … how I’m holding back on my desire? When she tells me she wants this now, my barriers weaken.
I want Tessa to feel how special this is. If she was a boat, I am the dock. I want Tessa anchored to me — to feel like I’m her safe place, her home.
“I am the teacher, correct?” I whisper, lowering my mouth to hers. The kiss is soft at first, almost teasing. But when she melts against me, her lips parting with a quiet sigh, something unleashes in both of us. Her hands find the front of my shirt, fingers working the buttons with surprising dexterity for someonewho's had champagne. I help her, shrugging out of the fabric and tossing it aside.
Her eyes widen as she takes me in, hands hovering just above my chest like she's afraid to touch. "Gawd, Liam."
I catch her wrists gently, guiding her palms to my skin. "Touch me, Tessa.”
The heat of her palms against my chest sends fire through my veins. Her touch is tentative at first, exploratory, fingers tracing the lines of muscle like she's memorizing every ridge and valley. When she reaches the scar on my shoulder from an old football injury, she pauses, thumb brushing over it with such tenderness.
"You're so masculine, so sexy," she whispers, and the praise in her voice makes my cock throb.
I capture her mouth again, deeper this time, my hands finding the tie of her wrap dress. The dress falls away like water, revealing the black lace beneath. She's perfect. Curves and softness wrapped in silky skin that begs to be worshipped.
"Your turn to be studied," I murmur against her throat, pressing kisses along the column of her neck. She arches beneath me, a soft gasp escaping her lips as I find that sensitive spot just below her ear.
My hands roam over her body with soft touches - the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips, the soft swell of her breasts rising and falling with each quickened breath. Every caress draws a response from her - a sigh, a shiver, the way her fingers dig into my shoulders when I trace the edge of her bra with my thumb.
"Liam," she whispers. I love the sound of my name on her lips. It’s something I could never get tired of.
I unhook her bra with deliberate slowness, giving her time to change her mind, to pull back. But she doesn't. Instead, she helps me slide it away, baring herself to me completely. The trust in that gesture, the vulnerability is amazing. It makes my cock strain againstmy zipper.
"You're so beautiful," I tell her, meaning every word. And then I show her with my mouth, my hands, the way I worship every inch of her skin. My lips trail down her throat to her collarbone, then lower, lavishing attention on the soft curves of her breasts. She gasps when I take one peaked nipple into my mouth, her back arching off the bed as I tease it with my tongue.
I love her responsiveness … the way she moves beneath me. When I switch to her other breast, her fingers thread through my hair, holding me against her.
"This okay?" I ask, pulling back just enough to meet her eyes.
She nods, breathless. "More than okay."
I smile against her skin, loving how she's not holding anything back. This is what I wanted - to see her completely undone, to be the one to guide her through this.
Thunder rumbles in the distance as I continue my exploration, hands and mouth mapping every sensitive spot that makes her gasp. The storm outside mirrors the intensity building between us - electricity crackling in the air, pressure mounting with each passing moment.
I hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties, pausing to meet her eyes. "Ready?"
"Please," she breathes, lifting her hips to help me slide the lace down her legs.
The first drops of rain tap against the windows as I stand and shed the rest of my clothes. When I settle between her thighs, the rain begins in earnest, pattering against the glass with increasing intensity. Lightning flares through the windows, casting brief shadows across her skin.
I take my time, kissing the inside of her thighs, feeling how she trembles beneath my touch. When I finally taste her, she moans softly. Her scent and taste on my tongue make me groan againsther heated flesh. She's sweet and responsive, her hips lifting slightly as I explore her now, slipping one finger inside her. I keep working my tongue on her clit, finding a rhythm that makes her stiffen and twitch.
"Oh Gawd!” she calls out, loudly now.
I hold her steady, working her with deliberate strokes of my tongue until she's panting my name.
"Liam, I can't ... I'm going to..."
"Let go," I coax her.
The storm outside explodes into a full symphony of thunder and lightning as she shatters beneath my mouth. Her body arches like a drawn bow, fingers fisting in the sheets as waves of pleasure crash over her. I don't stop, drawing out every tremor, every gasping breath until she's spent and shaking.
When I finally rise above her, she looks at me with wonder-bright eyes, cheeks flushed and chest heaving.
"That was ..." She trails off, unable to find words.
"Just the beginning," I promise, settling between her thighs. The head of my cock rests against her entrance, and I pause, searching her face for any sign of hesitation.
