“You don’t know what you’re asking.” His voice was rough.
“I do. I’m not naïve, just inexperienced. I want to learn. I want you to teach me.” I stroked his dick again, loving how it felt. I desperately wanted to see it. To touch it without the barrier of his jeans.
“Ah, fuck, Tessa.”
I’d never heard him use the f-word before, and the sound of it, gruff and desperate, made my pussy throb.
I wouldn’t have thought of myself as being sexually brazen, so I wasn’t sure why I said, “I’ve had orgasms before. I think of you when I do.”
“Jesus … you don’t play fair.” His breathing was harsh as he looked at me. I could see need in his dark eyes and it made me feel powerful.
“I’m not playing, Dylan.” Taking a move from his book, I took his hand and put it over my breast. I gasped when his palm covered my sensitive nipple through my t-shirt and a wave of liquid desire washed through my body straight to my pussy. “I’m wet, too.”
He growled as his fingers pinched my nipple. “We’re going to regret this.”
I didn’t have a chance to deny it, because then his mouth captured mine. His kiss was hard, desperate, and all-consuming, sending a blaze of liquid heat through my veins. I gripped his head, wanting to stay like that forever. He tasted exactly like I thought he would, dark and sexy.
His hands slid under my shirt, pulling it up. I yanked it off and tossed it aside as he undid the front clasp and freed my breasts.
“Fuck.”
I looked into his face, wondering if he was going to stop.
His gaze lifted from my chest to my face. “You have amazing tits.”
It was the nicest thing he could have said. But I didn’t have time to respond because his mouth was sucking on a nipple, and the most delicious sensations coursed through my body as his mouth tugged and sucked.
I let out a gasp and held his head to my breast. I felt each suckle in my pussy and I wondered if I’d come just from that. How embarrassing that would be? To distract myself from the growing tension, I tugged at his shirt. He grabbed the back of his shirt over his head and yanked it off.
I pressed my palms to the most perfect sculpted chest I’d ever seen. I flicked my tongue over a nipple, loving the way he hissed in response.
“Tessa …”
There was something in his voice that had me worried he was about to put the brakes on. To make sure he didn’t, I quickly undid the button of his jeans, yanked the zipper down, and ran my finger over the tip of his dick. The skin was velvety soft and damp.
“Jesus,” he groaned. In a flurry of movement, we finished undressing, he pushed me back on the couch, and then his mouth was on my breasts again. I reached between us, wanting to touch him. To discover every long, thick inch of his dick.
It was amazing how much my body responded to him. My pussy throbbed with wanting him inside it. My nipples were hard and aching. I’d been aroused before, but never like this. Never like I’d die if I didn’t come.
“I want you,” I gasped as I tried to move my hips to meet his dick.
He reached for the condom packet he’d tossed on the coffee table when he’d shucked his pants off. He tore the foil and rolled it on. I watched with fascination, wondering if he’d fit inside me.
He knelt between my legs on the couch, putting one of my legs over the back of the couch and the other over his thigh.
“Be sure, Tessa.”
“I’m sure.” My hips instinctively lifted, needing contact with his body as sure as I needed my next breath.
“I’m going to try to take it slow, but fucking hell, I’m dying here.”
“Just do it.” God, please stop talking and fuck me already.
“It might hurt,” he said as he ran the tip of his dick through my folds and brushed over my clit.
I cried out. God if that felt so good, I could only imagine what it would be like when he was inside me. “Please, Dylan.” I squeezed my eyes shut as my body was ravaged by need.
When he didn’t do anything, I opened my eyes. He looked down on me, and I was sure he was going to stop.