With another pinch of her nipple, I use my other hand to tease her entrance with the tips of my fingers, coating them in her arousal. “God, you’re soaked,” I rasp, swiping my tongue over her clit once more before sealing my lips around it and sucking gently as I ease two fingers inside of her. Her pussy is like a vice around them, and I can’t fucking wait to be inside of her again.
Curling my fingers, I press against that sensitive spot inside of her, the one that has her legs trembling. Her hand flies up to cover her mouth, attempting to muffle the moans falling from her lips as her pussy flutters. “Oh, fuck. I’m going to co—” Her head tilts back, and for a moment, she holds her breath as her body begins to writhe beneath my touch. I’m careful not to change the pressure or my rhythm as her orgasm rolls through her body. She bites back another moan as she finally takes a breath.
When I can finally feel her coming down from her release, I begin to trail my lips over her heated skin. I want to drag this out, to take my time becoming acquainted with every inch of her skin. The pale stretch marksacross her hips, the softness of her stomach, and her full breasts that fit perfectly in the palms of my hands are the first things that come to mind. But my craving for her is demanding to be addressed, and the only way to satiate it is to finally be inside her.
“Think this pussy is ready for me, baby?” I ask, holding myself above her as my cock strains against my briefs. I almost fucking forgot I was wearing them in my haste to devour her.
She slides her hand between us, running the flat of her hand over my erection through the fabric, and it pulses into her palm.
“I’m ready.” Her voice is barely more than a whisper as she shoves my briefs down just enough to free my dick.
With a breathy chuckle, I quickly pull them off the rest of the way. The last thing I need is for my fucking underwear to get in the way while I’m trying to fuck the woman of my dreams. That’s not even the right word to describe what we are doing.Fuckingfeels like too simple a term. It doesn’t encompass what she is beginning to mean to me or how I feel when I’m around her.
We may have fucked the night we met at the bar, but that’s not what is happening right now.
“Condoms are in the nightstand,” she murmurs, tilting her head and nodding her chin toward it.
At least one of us is thinking clearly here. As much as I would love to sink inside of her bare, now isn’t the time. We aren’t ready to take that step.
Yet.
Moving off the bed, I grab a condom from her nightstand and tear it open with my teeth as my eyes trail over her mouth-watering curves. Shelooks even more stunning than I remember, if that’s possible. A smirk crosses my lips as I roll it down my length.
“What’s that look for?” That pretty shade of pink coats her cheeks as her teeth graze over her bottom lip.
“You’re beautiful,” I tell her. And she is, but it’s not all that was flying through my mind. This moment feels so much like the first night we shared, and for a second there, it was like déjà vu. Except I know for a fact the feeling came from something that really happened. It didn’t come from a fantasy or a dream, though Tessa is both of those things. I never could have imagined that the stunning, curvy brunette who spilled her drinks all over me at the bar would become someone I crave like this.
Crawling back over her body, I brace one hand beside her and slide the other to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her long hair as I pull her mouth to mine. The tip of my cock is resting against her clit, but I don’t bother adjusting myself.
“Are you sure?” I ask, checking in with her one last time.
The weight of this moment isn’t lost on me. Tessa has experienced more heartache in the past six years than most people will in their entire lives. She lost the person she thought she was going to spend the rest of her life with, and now for some reason, she has chosen me to be the first one to have her body since losing him. I mean, she sort of already did, but this time, it’s so much more than just a one night stand.
She nods her consent, leaning up to kiss me as her hand slips between us and wraps around the base of my dick, guiding me to her entrance. A deep groan escapes me as our eyes lock, and I slowly begin to push inside. Her head tilts back, eyes fluttering as she fights to keep them open.
“Eyes on me, darlin’,” I coax, shifting my weight to hold myself up on one hand as I bring the other to the front of her neck. My fingers curl around to her nape as I guide her chin with my thumb, ensuring she keeps her focus on me as I press in the last couple of inches.
The moan that falls from her lips has a spark of electricity shooting down my spine. I drive my hips forward, eager to be as deep inside of her as possible.
“Logan,” she gasps.
I rest my forehead against hers, and my cock throbs as her pussy tightens around me. Our panting breaths fill the otherwise quiet room. She trembles beneath me as my fingers skate over her bare skin, reveling in the way her body shivers from my touch.
After a moment, our lips brush together before she kisses me and wraps her legs around my waist. The kiss deepens, and I swallow down her moans as I begin to roll my hips, sliding my cock out until just the crown is still inside of her.
“Please,” she whimpers, and the sound is like pure ecstasy rolling over every inch of my body.
“Tell me.” It has been my one repeated request. I want her to tell me what she wants, what sheneeds.
“More.” The single syllable is almost enough to drive me fucking insane. We’ll have to work on her being more comfortable with voicing her desires, but for now, it’ll do. The last thing I want to do is ruin the moment by making her elaborate.
I claim another kiss before working my way across her jaw and down her neck. She moans again, and my hand tangles in her dark hair as mylips skate over the shell of her ear. “You have to be quiet for me, darlin’,” I rasp, emphasizing the last word with a thrust.
She nods, and her legs tighten around me, pulling me impossibly closer like she needs this just as much as I do. Our bodies move in sync, and every kiss, every brush of her peaked nipples against my chest, every pulse of her tight cunt around my cock, has me barreling closer to the edge, but I refuse to fall without her.
“Your pussy is gripping me so fucking tight. I’m not gonna last, baby.” She’s like a vice around me, and as much as I wanted to draw this out, I know that’s not going to be possible. “Rub that pretty clit. Show me how well you fall apart for me.” Shifting back onto my heels, I slide my knees forward, raising her hips as her legs fall open. She starts to move her hand to her pussy, but I capture her wrist. Bringing her fingers to my mouth, I slide two of them over my tongue before sealing my lips around them, getting them wet.
When she pulls them free, her teeth sink into her lower lip, hazel eyes locked on mine as she circles her swollen clit. Her hips begin to roll against mine, and the sight of her like this, touching herself as I pump my cock deep inside of her, has pleasure rolling down my spine.
