She murmured my name and stretched, taunting me with subtle approval.
I opened my eyes to watch the light of day caress the beauty in my arms. Tessa had such soft, smooth skin. The requisite curves and lines of a pleasure mistress.
“Marcus, mmm.” She reached back to hug my neck, her back to my front, and pulled me closer.
In response, I angled my hand over her flank, seeking the apex of her thighs while with my other hand, I sought a full breast.
Ah, but such magic. She was already wet, so I fingered her ripe clit, full and begging for attention. I ached and spread her thighs wider, repositioning my cock between her legs.
Though I found this position on our sides awkward, it also allowed me to widen her entry, and I angled her leg over mine.
In a throaty voice, she whispered, “What are you doing?”
I pushed inside her, and the feel of her slick, narrow walls urged me to move faster. “I’m waiting for you to cry out when you come.”
Her heat crushed any ability to go slowly, so I thrust faster, deeper, and pulled her hips back to meet me. “You’re so wet.” I gripped her hips hard, fucking her with intent.
By the Light, I needed to fill her. Everywhere…
“You’re so hard, Marcus.” Tessa reached behind her to fondle my ass.
The urge to come swelled, and I fought to hold back, needing her with me.
Reaching around, I thumbed her clit, the slick pearl hard. So fucking sexy.
“Marcus.” She drenched me, her pussy clenching me, and I couldn’t hold back much longer.
An invisible push sent me deeper into her, and with a defeated groan, I thrust once more and emptied myself, pulsing with the beat of her heart. She continued to contract around me, the stimulation so incredible I jerked anew, coming harder.
When I could think again, I kissed Tessa’s shoulder.
She shivered, and I felt so mellow, so happy, I chuckled. “You’re so sexy.”
I couldn’t stop touching her, our bodies still joined while I caressed her everywhere I could reach. I refused to withdraw, not yet willing to part from her liquid warmth.
I didn’t want to face the world waiting for us. I’d much rather make love to Tessa.
Forever.
“We have to get up,” I said with apology as I reluctantly pulled out of her and left the bed.
I made the mistake of looking down at her and noted her flushed cheeks and heavy-lidded eyes. Something in my heart gave. Startled, I leaned closer, as if to see what it was about her that was so different from the other women I’d known.
Could this feeling I had trouble describing be magic after all?
“Marcus?” Tessa blinked up at me. “Something wrong?”
I felt foolish, letting lust make me feel something else. So I smiled and backed away. “Only that I’m leaving you naked in bed, alone. I’ll go shower, unless you want to go first?”
She shook her head. “Age before beauty, I always say.”
“Intelligent, sexy, and funny. There’s no end to your many talents is there?”
A towel suddenly shot out of the bathroom and smacked me in the head.
“You forgot unmanageable,” she quipped with a smirk.
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help laughing, my good mood restored, as I picked up the wayward towel and went to clean up.
