“I see you’re a man of many talents,” she comments without looking up.“Surprising talents,” she adds, looking up with an amused sparkle in her eyes.
The urge to make up some excuse or even deny any involvement at all is strong, but it would only make me look like an absolute dunce.I decide to own it instead.
“Something to pass the time, and it greatly improves my dexterity,” I add quasi-innocently.
“Well, your fingers are clearly gifted,” she returns, slowly petting the texture of the blanket.“This feels amazing.”
My blood is heating in my veins and my heart is ramping up the beat with every stroke of her fingers.
I’m not even touching her yet.
Chapter14
Clem
I’m notsure if I’m in heaven or hell.
She’s everywhere, her scent, her taste, her curves filling my hands, and her soft skin under my fingertips.It’s fucking bliss to bury my face in the swell of her breasts almost escaping the lacy bra peeking out I exposed when I unbuttoned her shirt.
But her round ass shifting restlessly on my lap, rubbing against my throbbing hard-on, is almost painful.Sweet torture, nearly impossible to resist.I want to throw her down on the couch, strip down those butt-hugging jeans, and plant myself as deep as I can, fucking her senseless.It would end a drought that lasted longer than I’m willing to admit, which is probably why this went from that first cautious kiss to this steamy make-out session.
And I’m not alone.Tessa was a willing participant in ramping up the heat, her mouth matching my hunger, her nails scraping my scalp, and finally climbing on my lap and pressing her tits in my face.The woman is on fire.
So far I’ve been exercising all kinds of restraint—the clothes are all technically still on—but with every minute that passes, I feel my resolve wearing down.
Sweet Jesus, I’m trying hard to be a gentleman, but I’ve come to a point where I can’t resist tugging down her bra cup so I can close my lips around her nipple.Her response is instant as she arches her back, offering herself while she rotates her hips and grinds down on my cock.
After this long and heated buildup I’m about to blow, but if I do, I’m not about to leave her behind.With one of my hands bracing her in the middle of her back to keep her right where she is, my other works its way down the back of her jeans and into her panties.Wet heat greets me as my fingers dip between her legs, teasing her soft folds as I look for that little pearl, rolling it under my fingertips.
The only thing I hear are her soft moans and the pounding of my own heart, when we’re suddenly interrupted by the opening strains of what I recognize to be “Sweet Child O’ Mine” by Guns N’ Roses.
Both of us freeze for a moment before Tessa abruptly disentangles herself and scrambles off my lap, tugging her clothes back in place.Then she dives for her coat she left hanging over the stair railing and comes up with her ringing phone.
“Everything okay?”she greets whoever is on the other side breathlessly.
I watch her close her eyes and blow out a relieved breath as she squeezes the phone between her shoulder and her ear, while buttoning up the shirt I so deftly undid not that long ago.
Reading the room, I press the heel of my hand down on my groin to signal to my body the fun is over.This is probably for the best with the limited time we had, and the hard-to-control heat we generated, we would’ve been restricted to a quickie.I’d much rather have the time to explore the mysteries of Tessa’s body at leisure.
It’s clear that won’t be tonight.
“Didn’t I give you money to grab something to eat there?”I hear her ask.
Getting to my feet, I tug on my pant legs to give myself a little more breathing room.Then I cross over to her, taking the jacket she’s trying to wrestle herself into while navigating the phone from her hands, and helping her into the sleeves.
“And that wasn’t enough?”She rolls her eyes at me, before adding, “Fine, yes, I’ll put in an order now so it’ll be there when you get home.Just be careful, okay?”
“Linc,” she explains when she ends the call and slips her phone back into her jacket pocket.“I gave them each a twenty to get something to eat at the concession stand, but Linc said it only paid for a hot dog, fries, and a drink, which he scarfed down before the game, but he’s still starving.In my experience that’d constitute a meal, but not for my boys, apparently.He wants me to order pizza for when they get home.Evidently, he just got off the field and is about to hop in the shower.I’m guessing they’ll be at least another twenty minutes or so, but to be safe, I should probably get going.”
She’s rambling a little, which is cute, but not like Tessa.She’s usually pretty self-assured and to the point.I suspect she’s a little embarrassed because of what we were doing a few minutes ago on the couch.
Sliding a hand behind her neck and pulling her close, I cover her mouth with mine.A little reminder of how much I was enjoying our earlier activities.She hums against my lips, remembering she enjoyed it as well.
“I’m sorry…”
“For what?”I ask, pulling back a little so I can see her eyes.
She shrugs.“Bailing out on you in the middle of…” She gestures at the couch.
