I smiled, feeling so sexually powerful and in love. I don’t know if it was me or being married to the sexiest man on earth, but I’d learned quickly after our reconciliation that I liked sex. A lot. I’d liked it before, but there was something about being totally open to him. To surrendering my pleasure to him, and his to me, that that had my sexual drive revving. Or maybe it was hormones from the pregnancy. I discounted that because the baby was already here, and I still wanted Dylan any way I could have him.
“How do you want me?” I asked.
He growled. “I don’t know. My brain doesn’t work.” He shucked his pants down and ripped his shirt buttons as he wrangled with his clothes to get them off.
“How about this way. We can both see the view out the window.” I turned toward the table with my back to him, pressing my backside toward him. I liked all the ways we made love, but one thing I really enjoyed was teasing him with ways he could have me. I liked exploring and trying new things. I had a copy of the Kama Sutra poses hidden in a drawer, and we regularly referred to it.
“That way is fine. Good for fast and furious, because that’s what this will be.”
I thought he’d take me right then, but instead, he dropped to his knees. “Lean over the table, baby, and spread your legs.”
I lay forward and widened my stance.
“You’re so wet.” His hands went to my panties.
“They pull away,” I said over my shoulder. “Otherwise they get stuck on the garters.”
“Fucking hell.” He inhaled deeply, which I imagined was to keep himself in control. He yanked on the panties and the sides gave way. I felt the cool air on my pussy making me ache.
“Dylan,” I moaned. “Make me come.”
He growled and pushed my thighs apart. His mouth and tongue dove in, sucking and thrusting and driving me mad. I gripped the table as he shot me up.
“Yes, yes,” I ground my pussy against his mouth. “Oh God, I’m going to come.”
He pinched my clit with his fingers as his tongue thrust inside me and entire body convulsed as my orgasm blasted through me.
I wasn’t finished coming down from the pleasure yet when Dylan stood behind me, his dick at my entrance. “You’re so fucking perfect, Tessa.”
I’d just had a hard orgasm, but I wanted more. I wanted him. “I need you in me, Dylan.”
He thrust, filling me and making me gasp. He didn’t take his time. He was thrusting and plunging, his breath harsh as he sought his own release.
“I can’t wait,” He ground out.
“Don’t wait.” I loved it when he was desperate and a bit crazed. I loved it when he was gentle and slow. I loved it all. I loved him.
“Ah, fuck …” He was pistoning in and out. I could feel every inch of him, growing and becoming more rigid with each stroke.
My body responded, squeezing his dick as my own pleasure built again.
He groaned, and stopped.
I whimpered. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
He withdrew and turned me around. “I want to see you come.” He lifted me on the table, pushing my legs open, he pressed his hips forward and was inside me again.
His gaze was on mine as he began to move, this time not quite so furiously, but still in hard strokes that made me gasp each time he plunged in.
“Come on my cock, Tessa. I want to see you come … feel you come …” His jaw was tight, and I could see it was taking every bit of willpower he had to hold back.
I looked between us, watching as his dick slid in and out of my body. I held on to his shoulders, my gaze rising to the tattoo of Maisie and now Max on his chest. And just below it, Tessa. I lifted my head to his, catching his gaze.
“I love you,” I said, wanting him to know.
He captured my mouth with his lips, kissing me with same heat and fervor that he was loving me with his body.
He tore his mouth away and groaned. “Together, baby. Come with me.”