I should be thinking about what comes next. About my job and the gossip that’ll burn hotter than an inferno once people take notice and start talking.
But all I can think about is how right it feels to have Tessa in my arms.
This woman I’ve lectured, rescued, argued with, and now want more than my next breath.
Loving Tessa won’t be the problem. It’ll be convincing her to stay. That’s a problem for another time though, because right now…
“Need to fuck you again, baby. Can you handle it?” I growl.
She shrugs my blanket off her shoulders, exposing her bare body. Her nipples are hard and her pussy is soaked when slip my hand between her thighs.
“You are so fucking perfect.” I flick my tongue over one nipple then the other, all while I stretch her with my fingers so she’s ready for me.
Tessa arches her back and buries my head in her chest while rocking against the palm of my hand. “God yes, right there.”
I smack her ass with my free hand. She yelps, but the way her pussy squeezes my fingers tells me just how much she likes it.
Once I’ve coaxed the first orgasm out of her, I swipe everything off the kitchen table, letting dishes tumble to the floor so I can spread her out on the oak tabletop that I made with my own two hands.
Forget eggs and bacon, I’d rather have dessert.
Tessa opens her mouth, presumably to scold me for tossing our food aside like a caveman, but the words die on her lips when I open her thighs and slip my tongue inside her.
“Good lord,” she gasps.
I look up at her and smirk. “It’s Chief, baby. But I’m about to take you to heaven.”
Her laugh turns into a moan when my tongue flicks her clit.
I don’t stop eating her out until I know she’s right on the cusp of coming again. Then I stand and wrap her legs around my waist while I press my erection inside of her.
“Look at you.” My eyes drop to where our bodies are joined together. “You take my cock so well, Tess,” I say as I slide in and out of her.
“So full,” she replies, grabbing onto my forearms. Her nails dig into my flesh and selfishly I hope they leave marks. Proof that this isn’t all a dream.
“Kiss me,” she pants.
I lean down and brace my hands on either side of her head to devour her mouth. She reaches between us, and rubs her fingers quickly over her clit.
“Harder, Nathan. Please. Fuck me, harder.”
My hips move as I pound into her. Each movement forces the table to scrape across the floor, but I don’t care. She’s so close. The need to make her come so I can fill her up again consumes me.
She moans against my lips. Her pussy grips me like a glove and then her entire body begins to tremble.
“That’s it, baby. Come all over my cock.”
“Yes, yes, yes….” she chants over and over, her body arching into mine.
My balls tighten. I thrust into her one more time, filling her to the hilt with my cock and my cum.
Sweat runs down my forehead as my own body shudders. I press my lips to her again and repeat those three little words that mean so much. “I love you.”
Once I catch my breath, I pick her up in my arms and carry her to the sofa where I cradle her in my arms. The throw blanket barely covers us when I wrap it around us, but neither of us care. The fire crackles, and for a long time she just sits in my lap, tracing her thumb over my wrist while I breathe her in and pretend like the rest of the world can wait.
Eventually, she sighs and playfully pinches my stomach. “You’re thinking too hard again.”
I huff out a laugh. “Occupational hazard.”
