I let her lead. Let her set the pace. When she pulled back, breath uneven, I rested my forehead against hers and forced myself to stay right there.
“You sure?” I asked quietly.
“Yes.”
It wasn’t hesitation in her eyes. It was hunger. It wasneed braided with fear and the fierce determination of someone who decided she was done being afraid of her own body.
I kissed her again, deeper this time, my hands finding her waist, her back, the curve of her spine under my palms. She made a sound low in her throat that felt like it was meant only for me, and the restraint I’d been holding onto tightened, not loosened. Care sharpened it. Focused it.
The brewery disappeared around us.
There was only the press of her body, the way she fit against me like she’d always known where she belonged, the way her fingers slid up my arms and hooked into my shoulders like she was anchoring herself to something solid. The taste of her. The sound of her breathing. The heat that built between us, slow and relentless, until it felt like the only honest thing left.
Moving my hand to the back of her head, she instinctively pulled to the side, letting my lips slide down to her neck and tasting the sweetness of her skin.
I couldn’t get enough of her and needed more than just a little taste.
Slowly, I moved her toward the fireplace, the warmth of its flames cutting through the early autumn night. Letting her go, I grabbed a blanket from the cupboard.
“You have everything here,” she said as I spread it out on the floor.
“The customers like them in the winter.” I held out my hand for her, and I sat on the floor, pulling her down so she was straddling my lap.
I didn’t think my cock could get any harder, but it strained against my jeans, begging for release.
My kisses trailed down Tessa’s neck to her shirt, where I slowly undid the first button, smiling when I realized it was a pearl snap and came undone easily. She helped me byunbuttoning her shirt the rest of the way, revealing the swell of her beautiful breasts barely encased in a black lace bra.
My mouth watered as I pushed aside the thin material and circled one of her pretty pink buds with my tongue, teasing her other breast with my free hand.
She moaned, her hips instinctively bucking closer to me.
I kissed down her chest and stomach, moving my hands between us to unbuckle her jeans.
I thought she’d protest or give me some kind of smart comment, but instead she leaned back before she stood again, letting me slide off her jeans and revealing her beautiful, bare pussy, already wet and waiting.
I met her heated gaze as I spread her legs before I slowly flattened my tongue against her sensitive flesh.
She shivered, opening her legs wider to feast on her beautiful pussy.
Tessa leaned back against the stone of the fireplace as I pushed my face deeper, burying my tongue in her sweet heat as she gasped in delight, her hips bucking toward my awaiting mouth as if she couldn’t wait for more.
Sliding my hand up her leg, I curled a finger inside of her wet pussy, moving it in the same rhythm as my tongue on her clit, just the way she liked it.
Her breathing was labored as her hips pressed toward my face with wild abandon, her whole body shaking as she came hard, and I lapped up every bit of it.
But that wasn’t enough. I needed more of Tessa. I loved hearing her moan and the way she felt when she came undone for me.
“Wyatt,” she gasped.
“Yes, baby?” I asked, meeting her hooded gaze before sucking long and hard on her clit.
“I need you in me,” she moaned, her legs shaking, barely keeping her standing.
“Not until you come on my tongue again. I want to taste you before I fuck you,” I murmured into her soft flesh, kissing her mound before diving my tongue back in.
“Wyatt,” she breathed hard, her hips moved erratically, chasing her own high.
I added another finger inside her, hooking it toward the spot she liked.
