Her whimper tells me exactly which option she wants, but I’ll wait.
I want to hear her say it.
I stare into her blue eyes, willing her to answer. Either one of those options has us both winning.
After another second of silence, I prompt her again. “Which one will it be?”
Tessa straightens her back a little and slowly lowers to her knees.
Fuck me.
Her hand slides up my thigh, just barely grazing my cock, and to the button of my jeans. “I think, you’d like me better this way,” she says, her voice is like velvet, soft and smooth.
“Know that after you suck my dick, I’m going to lay you down and lick every drop between your legs until you scream my name.” I move her fingers away and work at my button and zipper. I lower my jeans and boxers, letting my cock free.
“Promise?”
“Cross my heart.”
Her eyes drink me in, and she runs her tongue along her lips. I’m not sure how I don’t lose myself right then, but I take her face in my hand, pushing her lips apart.
“Open for me,” I tell her. When her lips part, I push the head of my cock into her hot mouth. “Now suck.”
She takes me deep, running her tongue along the vein of my cock. There are no words to describe the pleasure she gives me. Not just from the blow job, but from looking at her like this. Her tits on display, hand around my cock as it disappears in her mouth.
So fucking hot.
So good.
So perfect.
I moan, my head falling back when I feel the back of her throat. Then my need becomes frantic. “Stay still,” I say to her as I take her face in my hands. “Just like that, let me move.”
I move my hips back and forth in a slow motion. My thumb grazes the corner of her lip, wiping spit leaking out. “You have no idea how beautiful you are. I could come just like this, seeing you on your knees for me, my cock deep in your mouth. Touch yourself. Go ahead, feel how wet you are.” Tessa moves her hand down between her legs and moans. I have to bite my tongue to keep from coming again. “Don’t touch your clit, sweetheart. That’s mine tonight.”
When her eyes close and she again makes a low sound, I know I can’t keep up. I need to make her come.
I pull out and she gasps. Then I’m on the floor, moving her to her back, pulling her legs apart and then putting her feet on my shoulders.
“Oh, my God,” she pants.
“Keep your feet there. If you move them, I stop. Understand?”
“Yes.”
I don’t hesitate or go slow—I’m fucking ravenous for her. I want to taste her, bring her to climax over and over again.
I don’t care that we’re on the floor. That I have a very large, very comfortable bed. Right now, I need her.
She’s spread open and I move to her clit, flicking it slowly and then adding pressure. She’s dripping for me, and I lap it up. I can feel the tremble in her legs as she fights the urge to close her legs.
That’s it, stay just like that.
I reward her for fighting it, inserting two fingers deep inside her as I keep up the pressure against her clit.
Tessa is so responsive and her muscles contract around my fingers.
“Killian. Oh, I can’t. I’m going to come. Oh, God.”
