Fuck. I’m in so deep.
“You’re ridiculous,” she says, but she’s smiling. Really smiling, not just the heat-dazed curve of lips I’ve been seeing.
“You love it.”
The word hangs between us. Love. I didn’t mean to say it, didn’t mean to put that out there, but it’s too late to take it back.
Tessa doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t pull away. Instead, she leans down and kisses me.
It’s different from the kisses we’ve shared during the heat. Those were desperate, hungry, driven by biological imperative. This is slow and sweet, her lips moving against mine like she has all the time in the world. Like she’s savoring me.
I let her set the pace. Let her explore my mouth, learn the shape of me, take what she needs. My hands settle on her hips, thumbs tracing circles on her skin, and I feel her shiver.
“Ben.” She pulls back just enough to breathe my name. “I want to feel you.”
“You’re feeling me right now.” I flex my hips, let her feel how hard I am against her stomach. “See? Very feelable.”
She rolls her eyes, but she’s still smiling. “I want you inside me. But I want—” She trails off, biting her lip.
“What do you want?” I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Tell me. Whatever it is, I’ll give it to you.”
“I want to be on top. I want to set the pace.” She meets my eyes, and there’s vulnerability there underneath the want. “I’ve been so out of control. I just want to feel like I’m choosing this. Like it’s me, not just the heat.”
My chest aches and swells at the same time.
“Baby, you’ve been choosing this the whole time.” I pull her down for another kiss, soft and brief. “But yeah. Take what you need. I’m all yours.”
She reaches between us, wraps her hand around my cock, and I hiss at the contact. I’m so sensitive after hours of this, every nerve ending dialed up to eleven. Her touch sends sparks shooting up my spine.
“You’re so hard,” she murmurs, stroking me slowly.
“Been hard since the day I met you.” The joke comes out before I can stop it. “Should probably see a doctor about that.”
She laughs again, and God, I love that sound. Love that I can make her laugh even now, even in the middle of everything.
Then she lifts her hips and sinks down onto me, and every thought in my head goes white.
“Fuck.” The word punches out of me. She’s so wet, so hot, her pussy gripping me tight as she takes me inch by inch. I have tograb the blankets to keep from grabbing her hips and thrusting up into her.
Her pace. Her choice. Let her have this.
She bottoms out with a sigh, her eyes fluttering closed. We stay like that for a moment, connected, breathing together. I can feel her heartbeat through the walls of her pussy, feel her body adjusting to the stretch of me.
“You okay?” I manage.
“So okay.” She opens her eyes, looks down at me with an expression that makes my chest tight. “You feel so good, Ben. So full.”
“That’s the goal.” I stroke my hands up her thighs, settle them on her hips without guiding. Just touching. “Take your time. We’ve got all night.”
She starts to move.
Slow at first, just a gentle roll of her hips that makes both of us gasp. She’s finding her rhythm, experimenting with angles, learning what feels good. I let her explore, let her use my body however she wants, and try not to lose my mind in the process.
“That’s it.” I can’t help the words that spill out. “Ride my cock, baby. Take what you need from me. This greedy little pussy just swallows me up, doesn’t it?”
She moans, her pace picking up. Her hands are braced on my chest, fingernails digging in just hard enough to sting. I’m going to have marks tomorrow, and possessive satisfaction curls in my gut at the thought.
Mine. She’s marking me as hers.
