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It’s slow and deep, making me want to call out of work, call out of life. The way he kisses me is like he can’t get enough. He holds me closer, kissing me harder as I hear a growl deep in his chest. I’ve never been kissed like this before. Every time we’ve kissed, whether it’s hard and fast or slow and deep, it takes my breath away.
After a lifetime it seems, we break apart, trying to catch our breath. He’s grinning, green eyes shining, and it fills me with guilt. “I’m scared,” I whisper, reaching my hand out and running it down his cheek.
“Of what?” he asks, rubbing my arm.
“Losing you. What if this doesn’t work out? I’m so scared to lose you, Tenn,” I murmur.
“Regan, you will never lose me. I’ve waited for you for years. I’ve never in my life wanted anyone or anything as much as I want you. We already live together and haven’t killed each other, this is just making it better,” he says, kissing my swollen lips. I go to talk again, but he places a finger over my lips. “It will work out. I will make you happy, and I sure as fuck will keep you satisfied. But if something out of my control were to happen, you have my word that I’m not going anywhere. I will always be your go to, your guy.”
I sigh and rest my head on his shoulder. “Have you always been this romantic or am I just noticing?”
He laughs, rolling on top of me. He kisses me again before tucking my hair behind my ears. “I’ve only told you a million times, but maybe you’ll actually hear me now. Everything I do is only for you. So yeah, I’m damn romantic, but only for you.”
The screaming of the alarm causes us both to groan. “Damn it, I don’t want to get out of this bed today,” I whine.
He moans and rolls us over so I’m on top of him now. “That’s something I want to hear every day from you.” He squeezes my ass, causing my eyes to close. “Fuck, Regan, you have no idea how badly I want you. How much I want to feel your skin on mine, taste every inch of you, and hear the sounds you make while you come on me.”
Oh holy fuck, dirty talking Tenn is damn sexy. Like I’ll be able to orgasm from him talking and talking alone. His hands rub my ass before traveling up and under my night shirt, running them up and down my bare back.
“This isn’t helping,” I whisper.
He grabs tightly my hips, digging his fingers in. “If you keep moving these sexy hips, rubbing that wet pussy on me, I’ll chance getting fired,” he says, heat clear in his eyes.
“Fuck, who knew dirty talk was so hot,” I say and bend down kissing a path up his neck.
He flips us again and pins my arms above my head. “Just wait,” he teases or threatens, I’m not entirely sure which. “How about we get this day over with so I can show you tonight?”
I’m having a hard time forming words right now, so I simply nod.
It wasn’t easy getting out of bed to get ready, but we managed to drag our asses out eventually. We both get ready, but all I can think about is what it is going to be like to have sex with him. I’ve fantasized about it, I’ve dreamt about it, hell I’ve even orgasmed to it, but actually doing it is another thing. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not worried. If anyone knows how amazingly mind-blowing and life-altering it will be, it’s me. Remember we share a wall, I’ve heard the worshipping of God more times from that room than from church.
It’s the idea that once that line is crossed, it’s official. We either make it work or we risked it all for nothing. I laugh at myself as I finish curling my hair. I’m worried about crossing a line when I’ve already given him a blow job. Unplugging the curling iron, I quickly apply my makeup before grabbing a dress. As I pull it over my head, my hair gets tangled in the zipper.
I try to pull it off, but it hurts like a bitch. Pulling it down isn’t working either. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” I yell. I can’t see anything, so I flip the bottom of the dress up onto my head. I glance at the clock and realize I need to leave soon if I’m going to make it to work on time. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. “Tenn, I need help,” I yell.
Here I am standing in my bedroom in my purple bra and panties with a fucking yellow dress stuck to my head. This is perfect, this is amazing. Just the way every new relationship should start out. “Hey what’s…” That’s all he gets out before stopping short and laughing hysterically.
“Tenn, seriously shut the hell up. It’s embarrassing enough. My hair got stuck in the zipper, and I can’t get it on or off.” I try to pull it to show him, but he only laughs again. “Asshole,” I mumble.
He suddenly stops laughing, and his eyes wander over my exposed body. For one second, I forget what an asshole I look like and enjoy the attention. When he reaches for the zipper, I snap out of it and all too quickly.
“I look like such an idiot,” I say, trying to shake my head, but I’m limited to my movements at this point.
He looks down at me and grins. “No, you look sexy as fuck.”
I smile but roll my eyes. “Oh, I know. Nothing says sexy like a fucking dress stuck to your head.”
“It’s not the dress I’m looking at, it’s you,” he whispers before pressing his lips to mine.
My heart beats frantically with his sweet words. Holy shit, he’s good.
He makes quick work of it, and I’m free in no time. “Thanks, Tenn. You always manage to save me.”
Resting his hands on either side of my face, he brings his a whisper away and searches my eyes. “Fuck, I want to come home to you in this and nothing but this.”
Holy shit. “Okay,” I whisper.
He leans forward and captures my lips. Everything seems in slow motion. His soft, slow kiss. His hands never leaving my face. The long, deep moan he releases. It makes me want more, makes me want to take off these now restricting bra and panties, letting him do what he will.
