Page 40 of Rockland

His finger dips beneath my clit, entering me and collecting my juices. He pumps his finger and all I can think is where’s his cock? I want him in me. Now. But he teases me. Pressing his finger in and I’m moaning as the pressure builds. He slides out and he’s back to my clit. He’s sucking, biting, caressing my neck as he massages my pulsing bud. My muscles tense and just as I’m about to experience the pleasure of release, he stops.

My eyes snap open. I look over my shoulder at him in protest. He presses me down onto the mattress, flat on my back.

His mouth is on mine. The way he kisses—I can’t imagine the devil being better with his tongue. I’m hot and sweaty as blood rushes to every place in my body. His kisses travel downward. He stops at my clavicle and he’s tugging on the hem of my shirt. I rise up and lift my arms as he slides the fabric from my body.

My bare breasts swell beneath his gaze, my nipples further peaking. He leans down, sucking, biting, teasing them as he fondles my breasts. My hands run through his hair as he plays. He lays me back down. Now his kisses slowly move down my belly.

He kisses my pussy over my shorts.

My eyes close and I try to block out the nerves that fill me. He slides my shorts over my hips. Down my legs, over my feet. Tosses them to the floor. He grabs my hips and I laugh as he tugs me to the edge of the bed. My legs spread as he kneels on the floor before me. His hands cup my ass, his fingertips dig into my flesh.

Then he disappears. Burying himself between my legs.

I cry out as his hot, wet mouth meets my aching pussy. His tongue darts in and out of me. Then finds my clit. Licking it hard. Over and over. My hands bury in his hair. Scrape at his neck. A warm flushed feeling covers my skin. My back arches and I cry out as the pressure builds between my legs. My breath comes in pants and just when I think I can’t take anymore, two fingers are inside me, pumping. I scream his name, my neck straining as my head flings backwards. Muscles tense, I hover in a place between torment and ecstasy until that sweet release finally arrives. I come in a burst of light and sweat and tears. A hard shudder racking through my body. My eyes open. My body collapses against the bed. I lay limp. Void of words. A soft satiated tingle dancing over my flushed skin.

His face appears before me. Handsome features, hair tousled. Devilish look in his dark eyes. His gaze searches my face. Then his soft voice asks a question I’m not expecting.

“Are you okay, princess?”

My breath slows, my heart beats hard in my chest. I lean up, brushing back his mussed hair. Give him a smile and a nod. His brow knits and I feel the head of his cock pressing against my slick entrance, wet from his mouth, my climax.

My hands go to his shoulders, my eyes never leaving his as he enters me.

I’m more than okay. I’m elated.

He gives a soft sigh, his face void of its normally tense look. His eyes close and a look of deep contentment washes over his face. Making him beautiful. My breath catches in my throat at the sight of him. My fingertips trace the smooth, rounded muscles of his shoulders, taut from bearing his weight. He further buries himself within me, but it’s a gentle thrust, nothing like when we had sex on the couch.

His mouth is hot on my neck. Kissing me. His breath tickles my ear as he whispers my name. “Tess. My sweet, sweet Tess.”

I close my eyes and my head lolls to the side. His hips roll in a smooth wave as he enters me again. My pelvis lifts to move against his. We move as one. Our skin dampening from our exertion. Our breath growing faster, together.

This isn’t sex.

It’s not fucking.

This is making love.

Tears smart at the backs of my eyes. My breath comes in short, hard gasps. He’s moving harder, faster within me, that familiar tension building back up as the walls of my pussy tighten around his cock. He murmurs my name again and the sound makes tingles dance down my spine. I cling to him, pull him closer, bury my damp cheeks in the crook of his neck.

We move together. Constricting around one another. Gaining momentum. He calls my name with an urgency. The spring within me tightens to a breaking point and I come in a beautiful explosion of heat and light and passion. I feel his cock release within me, his hot seed bursting forth and saturating between my legs.

He collapses against me. Kissing me. Whispering, “Tess. My. Sweet. Tess.”

I bite my lip. Holding back the words that I fear I might accidentally allow to leave my mouth. The secret buried in my heart.

Altering my world as I know it.

Rockland

Forgive me, brother. For I know not what I do.

I’ve slept with Tess.

Again.

And I’ve never felt so content.

How did I let this happen?