“You’re beautiful like this,” I admit, watching every little action.
She sucks in a lungful of air and arches her back against the wall. Her breasts skim my bare chest, and I wrap my arm around her so she doesn’t fall from pleasure. “That’s my girl,” I whisper in her ear. “You got off without me even touching you.”
She doesn’t deny it. Instead, she takes me by total fucking surprise by putting her hands on my shoulders and jumping up into my arms. Her bare pussy, wet and dripping, is there for the taking.
My dick throbs.
I stare at her, and she stares back.
A hot swallow works down my throat when she tightens her grip.
I can tell from the look in her eye what she wants, and I’m not righteous enough to stop the game we’re playing. A shaky breath cascades out of her, and I position myself in between her legs. My fingers dig into her thighs, and I hold her steady. I slide inside, and her sweaty forehead falls to my shoulder.
Holy fucking hell.
I’m too swept away to get a condom.
The restraints loosen, the pull between us releasing as we both surrender.
“Fucking Christ,” I croak.
I carry her over to the bed and lay her down beneath me. Her soft wavy hair splays below her head, and I can’t help but go for her mouth.
I kiss her hard, my mouth covering hers possessively.
My balls tighten, and I thrust without reservation.
She breaks the kiss for a split second. “Make it good, cause we both know this is wrong.”
In other words, this isn’t happening again.
Her legs widen, and I touch her breasts one by one, sending her squirming below me.
“Yes,” she whines. “Faster.”
Whatever you want.
I move fast and try to chase away my orgasm so this can last longer, but with Tessa’s pussy squeezing me mixed with her hot moans, I can’t hold back.
“Fuck,” I groan.
I try to pull out of her, but she digs her heels into my back, so I stay put and shoot my cum inside of her without a single fuck given.
The orgasm lasts long. Tessa’s legs shake, and my entire body stills. It takes too long for me to pull out of her, and when I do, she winces.
Shit. “Did I hurt you?”
With her eyes closed, she shakes her head softly. “It’s just been a while,” she says, voice low and subtle.
That shouldn’t give me a sense of pride, but it does.
I roll over and lie beside her, my breath labored, whereas Tessa’s has slowed to the point that I think she may be asleep.
I’m afraid if I make a noise, she’ll snap out of her dazed state and leave. So I don’t say a word. Instead, I lie unmoving until sleep takes me.
And when I wake up the next morning for Italy, she’s gone.
Chapter Thirty-Three
