“Thank fuck you’re sober tonight.” The words are barely out of my mouth before I crash my lips to hers, my tongue demanding immediate entrance. I’ve craved her so damn much these past two weeks. I’ve worked my wrist harder just thinking about her than I ever did roping. Every chance I got… I did my damnedest to work her out of my head, but it didn’t help.
“I want to feel you,” she whispers, her shaky hands greedily tugging my shirt from my jeans. “I need it.”
“Need what?” I’m already backing her down the hall to my room, pausing only to lock the front door. “Tell me.”
“Everything.” Her warm fingertips dance against my skin beneath the shirt, making my muscles twitch.
I want everything, too. From the moment I saw her… and especially after I’d tasted her in Vegas.
It’s wrong. It’s so fucking wrong. And there’s a very good chance that tonight is going to come back to bite me in the ass, but right now, I can’t bring myself to care. Not when she’s finally here, in my arms once again.
“Everything? You sure about that?” I kick the bedroom door closed behind us and let her strip my shirt over my head. The rest of our clothing follows until every last piece is scattered on the floor behind us. The nightlight from beside the bed casts just enough golden glow to illuminate Tessa’s curves and make my mouth water.
“I’m sure.” She brings her fingers to my jaw, caressing, then she slowly blazes a heated trail to my chest, her gaze caught on the movement. “You’re beautiful,” she murmurs.
I greedily grasp her hips and tug her to me. “That’s my line, sweetness. You’re fucking perfect, and I plan on licking every last inch of you. Right now.” Without another word, I lift her off the ground and deposit her in the center of my bed. Her lush thighs fall open, either on instinct or invitation, and I’m there, my face in her pussy, inhaling her scent like it’s the only thing that’ll keep me alive.
“Dean…” She whimpers as I place a single kiss against the top of her mound and shift my focus to the soft skin on the insides of her thighs. She’s curvy in a way that most women would be self-conscious about, but she doesn’t try to hide it from me. I’d like to think it’s because she knows I’m the kind of guy who appreciates a real woman. And I damn well know my way around one, too.
“You smell like heaven,” I murmur before I lick my way up one thighand then move to the other, pretending I don’t notice how wet she is between. “I’m never gonna want to wash these sheets.”
She groans as she runs her fingers through my hair, her touch featherlight. “Stop teasing me.”
“Ah, but there’s something to be said about anticipation, sweetness.” I intentionally graze the nub of her clit where it’s just starting to poke through, and her hips lift off the bed, chasing after that friction. “Is this where you want me?” I chuckle.
She responds by grasping my hair and pulling my head toward her pussy, that fiery confidence I love so much coming through.
So I give her what she wants. Arms wrapped around her hips, my shoulders pressed against the backs of her thighs, I part her with my thumbs and leave no bit of her untouched or untasted. With every flick of my tongue and every tug of my lips, she comes undone beneath me, until the sheets are as soaked as my chin and the sound of her voice screaming my name is embedded permanently into my head and these walls.
She’s barely come down from her orgasm before she’s wriggling beneath me, desperately reaching for my aching cock. “My turn,” she pants.
I know better than to argue. This girl always gets her way.
In seconds, she has me on my back as she straddles my knees and dips to lick me from root to tip. Her dark eyes never leave mine, even as she swirls her tongue around the crown and then slowly takes every inch.
“Fuck!” I fist her long hair in a futile attempt to maintain control, but all it does it clear my view to watch her bob up and down on my cock until the muscles in my thighs and stomach are as tight as twisted steel.
Suddenly, she sits upright, her full breasts heaving as she licks her wet, parted lips. “As badly as I want to know how you taste, I want to feel you lose it inside me more.”
Fuck yes. I grab a condom from the bedside table and tear it open with my teeth while she shifts up my thighs, kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples while she watches me roll it on.
“You keep looking at me like that, and I’m not gonna make it inside you,” I warn her through gritted teeth.
She purses her lips and smiles. “Then it’s a good thing we’ve got all night.”
Less than thirty seconds later, with my hand wrapped around the base of my shaft, we both watch in fascination as she sinks down onto me.
“Oh god…” Her brow creases, and she bites her lip as she adjusts to my size. I dig my fingers into her hips and try to think about anything other than how good she feels. How fucking warm and soft and wet, and how her body fits over mine like she was made for me.
“Ride me,” I grit out, urging her hips up and down until we find that perfect rhythm and nothing else in the world matters.
Her eyes never leave mine as we fuck like we’re chasing after something we’re afraid might get away. Hard and fast and desperate until we’re both… right… there.
“Come for me, baby.” I stroke her clit with one thumb and a nipple with the other. “Give me everything just one more time.”
“Dean… oh god…” She bounces harder, her head thrown back and her hair cascading down her back for a just a moment before she breaks and her eyes lock on mine once again. She comes with a long, blissed out moan that puckers her nipples and sends goose bumps rushing across her bare skin and mine.
It’s fucking spectacular watching her fall apart… this strong, independent woman, completely at my mercy, even if only for a few moments.
