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“I’m a research nerd about all my favorite subjects, Ms. Martin. And I had an older lover in college. One of my professors, actually.”
Tessa’s eyes open. “Really?”
“Really.”
“How much older?”
I sigh, my lips curving as I confess, “Fifteen years.”
Tessa’s brows shoot up. “Fifteen? Are you sure you weren’t molested?”
I snort. “No. Not at all. She was thirty-five. I was twenty. It was fine. Great actually. She was a good person. Taught me a lot of valuable things.” I skim my palm up her back until I reach the nape of her neck. Curling my fingers around the slender column, I add in a huskier voice, “Like the value of foreplay.”
Tessa’s breath rushes out. “Yes, please. I love your fist in my hair. I’ve been thinking about it ever since that first night.”
“When do you think about it?” I ask, slowly threading my fingers into the thick strands, letting my fingers skim along the sensitive skin on her scalp.
She swallows, her lips parting again as her breath comes faster. “When I’m in bed.”
“In bed with your hand between your legs?” I ask, tightening my grip, until I have a solid handful of her silky hair firmly in my grasp. Pulling her head gently back, I lean down to whisper near her ear, “Do you think of me fucking you when you touch yourself, Tessa?”
“Yes,” she says, arching her pretty ass higher in the air. “I think about you fucking me and telling me how perfect my wet pussy feels around your cock.”
“We shouldn’t have fucked without a condom,” I say, so turned on pre-come is beginning to leak from the tip of my cock. “That was irresponsible.”
“I want to be irresponsible again,” she says, her hips squirming against the mattress. “I love feeling you come inside me.”
Muttering a curse beneath my breath, I knee her thighs even farther apart and lengthen myself on top of her. “You’re doing your best to hurry the foreplay along, aren’t you?”
“Foreplay next time” she murmurs, reaching back, dragging her fingers over my hip and down until her fingers brush my erection. Her breath rushes out. “God, Wes. You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about us like this. I promise, I’m ready. Past ready. I need you so much. I need to know you’re mine.”
“For as long as you’ll have me.” I shift lower, until my cock is cradled between her thighs. The feel of her slick pussy on my fevered skin is all it takes to bring me fully on board the “foreplay later” train. “I’m yours,” I promise as I push forward, bliss and gratitude making my breath catch as her body welcomes me in. “And you’re mine,” I rasp, burying myself to the hilt with one long, steady thrust as I pull her hair back again.
She groans and shudders beneath me, the rush of fresh slickness over my cock assuring me she loves the thought of that as much as I do.
And then my mouth is on her neck, kissing and biting as I take her with a barely contained ferocity, the kind that used to upset Darcy. With my ex, I always had to reign myself in, pull back, watch my mouth, and temper my instincts. With Tessa, I’m free to give her everything in me, to show her just how much I want her.
More than I’ve ever wanted a woman before…
“You fucking destroy me,” I murmur into her ear. “After that night in the tent, I couldn’t be with anyone else. I tried, but all I could think about was you and this sweet pussy and your gorgeous ass in my hands and the sounds you made when you come. Are you going to come for me again, baby? Are you going to drench my cock like a good girl?”
She whimpers, a sound that becomes a gasp as I drag my teeth over the delicate skin of her earlobe. “Yes, Wes. God, yes. Pull my hair harder. Fuck me harder. Please. Harder.”
“You never have to say please,” I say, giving her exactly what she’s asked for. “All you have to do is tell me how you want me, baby. All I want to do is please you, beautiful girl. Fuck, yes. God, Tessa.” My thrusts grow wild, erratic as she wiggles her hips back against my thrusts, slickness leaking down her thighs as she moans and curses and calls my name like a prayer.
I’m seconds away from losing control when she arches beneath me, going still for an achingly perfect moment as her inner walls lock and pulse around me.
I come with a groan a beat later, gasping, “Good girl. Fuck, so good, Tessa. I love your pussy, baby. Your body. Your smell. Everything about you.” As I collapse on top of her, my cock jerking, I grip a handful of her perfect bottom, squeezing it as my orgasm continues to rock through me. “And this ass. This perfect fucking ass. I love this ass. I’ve wanted my hands on you like this so many times since we left town. You have no idea.”
“I do,” she says, still breathless. “Same here. I’ve been fantasizing about biting your bicep, right beneath the edge of your sleeve, almost constantly. Preferably while you’re inside me. I’m a terrible friend.”
Grinning, I pull out, kissing away her moan of protest as I roll her over onto her back beneath me. She wraps her legs around my hips, returning the kiss.
“I adore you,” I whisper against her mouth, fighting another smile as I add, “But you’re right, you’re a terrible friend.”
She huffs out a soft laugh and swats my ass.
I grin and double down, “Sorry, but you are. Friends don’t fantasize about biting friends in a sexual way, Tessa. Or a non-sexual way. Biting isn’t a friendly thing to do.”
