Every time, she chose it. Chose me. Chose us.
And every time, I fell a little more in love with her.
I reach out, brushing a strand of hair back from her face, and her eyes flutter open. When she sees me, a slow, satisfied smile spreads across her lips.
“Morning,” she murmurs, her voice rough from sleep and from screaming my name last night.
“Morning, beautiful.”
She stretches like a cat, the sheet sliding down to reveal the curve of her breast, and desire hits me low and hard. Again. Even after last night, I want her again.
Her eyes darken as she notices. “Someone’s awake,” she says, her hand sliding down my stomach.
I catch her wrist, bringing it to my lips. “I should probably get up and head to the gym.”
“Or,” she counters, pressing against me, “we could take a shower.”
My cock twitches at the suggestion, at the heat in her eyes, at the fact that she’s initiating this. That she wants this as much as I do.
“Shower,” I agree, my voice rough. “Yeah. Your idea is better.”
The water is already hot when we step into the walk-in shower, steam filling the space. I reach for the body wash, but Tessa takes it from my hands and pours some into her palm.
“Let me,” she says.
I lean back against the tile, watching as she lathers her hands and then places them on my chest. She works the soap over my skin slowly, thoroughly, her touch both innocent and deliberate. Down my chest, over my abs, her fingers tracing every ridge of muscle.
When her soapy hand wraps around my cock, I groan, my head falling back against the tile.
“Tessa.”
She strokes me slowly. “I’m just helping you get clean.”
“Is that right?” I manage, my hips rocking into her grip.
She laughs, and the sound is so free, so joyful, that it makes my chest ache even as pleasure coils tight in my belly.
Then she drops to her knees, and every thought in my head evaporates.
“Tessa, you don’t have to?—”
“I want to,” she says, looking up at me with those big brown eyes. “I want to taste you.”
Holy hell.
She leans forward, her tongue flicking out to lick the head of my cock, and I nearly come right then and there.
“Fuck,” I breathe, my hand coming up to brace against the wall.
She takes me into her mouth, and the wet heat is almost too much. She starts slow, tentative, learning what I like. When I groan and my hand threads through her wet hair, she takes me deeper, her hand working what won’t fit.
“God, Tessa,” I groan. “Your mouth—fuck, that feels so good.”
She hums around me, the vibration making my knees weak. I want to let go, want to thrust into that perfect mouth, but I hold back, letting her set the pace and have control.
But when she looks up at me through her lashes, water streaming down her face, her lips stretched around my cock, I almost lose it.
“Tessa, I’m gonna—if you don’t want?—”
