Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
Kit
We take the emergency stairwell, having no patience to wait for the elevator. I’ve already got my key card out, droplets of water coating it from being in my pocket while we rinsed off. I silently pray that it still works as I hold it to the keypad. A beep answers my prayers, and the mechanical lock whirs. I push the door open into the darkness of my room. When I reach for the light switch, though, Tess swats my hand.
“No direct overhead lighting,” she deadpans.
“Yes, ma’am,” I say, chuckling.
She crosses the room, skirting around my bed to grip the curtains and yank them open, allowing meager amounts of moonlight and shimmering fluorescence from the pool lights below to filter through the windows. I’d fuck the woman beneath a spotlight if it meant I could see every inch of her on display, but if it’s mood lighting Tess wants, then mood lighting is enough for me.
I don’t give her a chance to turn around, instead hooking my arm around her waist and dragging her to the bed. We land on top of the covers, our wet hair shedding droplets with the impact. She moves to straddle my hips, breathlessly giggling as she gazes down at me. My shirt is off her in a matter of seconds, exposing the delicious view of tight nipples pressing through the tiny top she’s been teasing me with all afternoon. It knots at the back, and I make quick work of untying it and tossing the damn thing across the room.
Her breasts are perfect. I hold still for a moment, soaking in the sight of them after so long spent imagining it. I test their weight in my hands. They’re full and pert, tipped with hard, rosy nipples that beg to be sucked. And so I do, sitting up and taking first one and then the other into my mouth, nipping and flicking and sucking until she’s writhing against me, burying her hands in my hair and whimpering my name like a desperate plea. Her skin is so soft and warm against my tongue. I swear I could come from this alone: the taste of her filling my mouth while she grinds her hot center against my aching cock.
“So needy,” I whisper against her taut nipple. Her back arches, and I lick her from sternum to throat to chin, punctuating her sigh with a kiss. “So perfect.”
“Kit, please,” she begs. Her nails carve ravines into my back. I’ll be wearing the marks for days, and I don’t even care. I’m half tempted to never wear another shirt if it means showing the whole world that I was branded by Tess Monroe. That I’m hers, and hers alone.
“What do you want, baby?” I say as I flip her onto her back, where I hook my fingers into her waistband and tug. The bottoms come away easily. I slide them down her mile-long legs, and once I’ve tossed them to the side, grab her knees and push them apart. Her pussy is so perfect, a pristine dirty-blonde landing strip guiding my gaze to her glistening lips. “You want me to eat you?”
“Yes,” she hisses, and it’s so fucking hot that she isn’t ashamed to ask that I don’t hesitate to oblige. I kneel between her legs and bury my face in her pussy the way I’ve fantasized about doing since the moment we met.
She’s even more radiant like this, grinding against my mouth with her head thrown back and my name a barely audible chant spilling from her throat. I suckle her clit, then flick it with my tongue. She likes that. I can tell by the way her legs clamp tightly on either side of my head, holding me in place so I couldn’t move even if I tried. But fuck, I’d never want to escape this. She grinds wildly, taking all the pleasure she wants, and I gladly deliver. I continue lapping at her clit as I slip two fingers into her and stroke in the same come-hither motion that made her come on my hand mere moments ago. At that, she screams, not a care in the world spared for who might hear. She loses herself to the pleasure, and the sight of her so unabashed has my cock throbbing in my shorts.
“Fuck, I want you,” she groans, fingers tangling in my hair and pulling. She’s rough, and I love it. I want her to tear me apart until I’m nothing but a man on his knees before her, ready to worship. When I don’t let up, don’t retreat, she releases me to prop herself up on her elbows. “Kit, I need you inside me. Now. ”
“But I’m having so much fun,” I say, punctuating my sentence with a long lick up her center that has her sucking in a gasp.
I meant what I said. She tastes like heaven. I find myself licking her wetness from my lips, savoring the flavor of her ecstasy.
She locks eyes with me, expression at once so wild and yet completely controlled. “I’m begging you.”
I couldn’t argue with her if I tried. I nip her clit once more, then relent for now, crawling forward to cover her swollen mouth with mine. We crash into one another, finding a perfect rhythm instantly. She ebbs and I flow. I draw her bottom lip between my teeth, and she arches into me, begging for more. Her skin is smooth and supple against mine, so divine I could spend days exploring her every curve and never grow tired. Everywhere we touch, I’m engulfed in a heat that can only be satiated by stoking the flame higher.
“Let me grab a condom,” I rasp, pulling away ever so slightly. It’s as much as I can bear.
“No need.” She meets my questioning gaze with a raised brow. “You said you’re clear. I am too. And I’m on the pill.”
My heart, which had stopped beating, restarts at a gallop. “Are you sure?”
Tess nods, her salt-tousled hair tangling on the bed beneath her. “Absolutely. I want to feel you. All of you.”
I bite down on my knuckle with a groan. “Woman, you are going to be the death of me.”
“So long as I get to feel you come inside me first,” she teases with a shrug.
I rip my shorts off as quickly as I can. A moment away is still too long. I surge forward, my hand fastening to her jaw so I can tilt her head to align our mouths once more.
Then I wipe that smirk from her lips with a roll of my hips, bringing my cock into her wet heat. Just the tip, but it’s enough to still her breathing, to dilate her pupils till there’s no green left glinting in the moonlight. Her breath spills onto my lips, and I draw it into my lungs, soaking up every part of her that I can.
I trace a finger from her mouth to her throat, then close my hand around its base. Not too tight, just enough to earn that thrill in her gaze. “Are you going to take my cock like a good girl?”
She nods, wrapping her hand around my wrist and squeezing. “Yes, sir.”
“Good.” I squeeze her throat once for good measure, then I bury myself to the hilt.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” she murmurs, rolling her hips wildly against me. She’s so tight, so warm that I have to grind my molars to keep from coming instantly. Damp heat envelops my cock. Over and over again, I slam home, earning gasps from her parted lips. Her breasts bounce with every thrust. Her skin is perfect and creamy in the pale light. Now that my eyes have adjusted, I can see it all. And it’s everything I could’ve wanted and more.
“You look so good with me buried inside you.” And she does. Her pussy has me in a death grip, her lips parted around my base in a way that is deliciously sinful. I rock forward with a steady rhythm, feeling her walls tighten more with every thrust. She’s so close, as close as I am. Not much longer and we’ll be unraveling together.
Her nails scrape my forearm, her throat bobbing beneath my grip as she swallows a gasp. “Come for me, Kit. I want to feel you.”
“So soon?” I drawl.
“Won’t be long before I’m begging you to do it again.”
Begging. That word again, spilling from her pretty mouth, is my undoing. I lose control, thrusting wildly into her, taking everything for myself. She calls out my name, again and again until it’s the pulse that roars in my ears as I empty myself inside her with a guttural moan. Her walls tighten around me, and soon she’s arching, grinding, stealing back every ounce of pleasure I took for myself.
We collapse in a heap of slick limbs and gasping breaths. For a few heartbeats, I can’t even think. My mind is blank save for Tess’s face as she came, the most breathtaking sight I’ve ever seen.
When I’ve gathered my strength enough to move, I slip from inside Tess and rise to my feet on trembling legs. From my spot at the edge of the bed, I watch as my come spills from inside her, and the sight is enough to make me hard again. I have to force myself to walk away. To gather a washcloth from the bathroom and wet it, then return to wipe her clean.
She rolls onto her side, and I crawl into bed behind her, cradling her body against mine and sighing when at last we’re aligned perfectly. This is how it always should be. Tess and me, together. Nothing has ever felt so right.
“That was everything,” I whisper into her hair, because it’s the only word that comes close to describing how I feel, without touching on something I cannot name. Not now, when I’ve only just convinced her I can keep my emotions at bay. Even as I promised it, I knew it was a vow I could not keep. When I get on that plane, my heart won’t just be broken. It’ll be fucking shattered. But that’s my burden to bear, not hers. And I’d gladly do it a million times over to experience the type of bliss I’m feeling right now.
“It was,” she says with a sigh. The heaviness of sleep tugs at the edges of her voice. “I can’t tell if it’s the uncircumcised penis that made the difference, though.”
My chest vibrates with laughter. I bury my face in her hair, but it’s no use. I laugh so loud I’m sure the walls shake with it, and so does she. When one of us has nearly come to grips, the other snorts, and we fall back into it all over again.
“You’re something else,” I tease when at last I’m able to catch my breath.
“Something special?” she asks, turning to gaze at me over her shoulder. Her eyes are bright with the remnants of laughter. Hair a mess. Lips swollen from my kisses. Absolute perfection. The death of me, I’m nearly sure of it.
“Definitely something special.” I force the words out through a tight throat, and her responding nod is nearly imperceptible as her gaze drops to my mouth with a heaviness I sense as much as I see. I kiss her in an attempt to bring the lightheartedness back, but I fear it’s gone for good.
We fall asleep above the covers, beneath the weight of all the things we don’t dare say. But I feel it, and in my dreams, she says it clear as day.