Tess
Kissing became more than kissing pretty fast, as was to be expected considering our track record.
Even so, it wasn’t as urgent as usual, which made sense since we weren’t in a car or an office or a conference room.
We knew there was time, so the only thing rushing us was our need, and need now was as much about exploring as it was about getting to the climax.
While it became more than kissing—hands wandering, hips grinding—the kissing didn’t stop.
We really hadn’t done much kissing before this, and he seemed as uneager to rush it as I was.
He lingered on my mouth, his tongue moving in and out at a languid pace, taunting me with promises of how he intended to treat me with his cock.
How he intended to fuck me slowly and well and thoroughly.
When he eventually moved from my lips, he trailed kisses elsewhere, on my face, on my neck, on my collarbone, not only tasting but savoring each part of my body.
I found myself torn between trying to learn him as well and simply enjoying what he was doing to me.
I fought to do both at first, sneaking in nibbles at his ear, then throwing my head back in ecstasy as his hand fondled my breast. Discovering he really liked it when I bit his neck, and then letting him see how much I liked it in return.
Soon, I was too overwhelmed with sensation to concentrate on delivering my best self, and I surrendered to being completely and utterly ravished.
“I’m dying to see these,” he said after sucking my nipple to a sharp point underneath the silk dress.
I’d had to go sans bra because of the open back, which had almost made me change my mind about wearing that outfit at all.
Now I was glad since I knew the added layer of material would have diminished this particular moment.
Though, of course, I could always lose the dress all together.
But not yet. I wasn’t ready to move from this spot to make that happen, and I was admittedly greedy for the same attention on the other breast.
“You’ve seen them,” I reminded him. I turned slightly, offering it up to his mouth, an invitation he took readily. “I woke up naked in your bed last time, and I do not believe I was the one who undressed me.”
“Mm.” The hum of the sound vibrated against my breast, shooting sparks of ecstasy to my pussy. He persisted with his sucking for so long I almost forgot what we’d been talking about when he spoke again. “I kept my eyes closed.”
I laughed. “You did not.”
“I might have peeked.” He clamped his teeth around my nipple and pulled, turning my laugh into a gasp of pleasure. “Definitely not enough time to truly appreciate them. I’m going insane imagining them bare and primed like this.”
“Then maybe you should do something about that.” I started to roll over so that he could access the zipper at my lower back, but he stopped me.
“While I am entirely into your esteem for exhibitionism, I have to insist that you keep them put away out here. We have privacy for the most part, but there has been an occasional shot taken from the paparazzi.” His mouth moved south, loitering at my belly button when he found it.
The threat of paparazzi momentarily threw me out of the zone as it reminded me of how different our worlds were. Kendra had a swanky balcony, and even she wasn’t of the kind of money that precluded sunbathing nude.
But it was a very small moment of distraction.
Because the threat of paparazzi was kind of exciting.
I definitely didn’t want to be photographed for all the world with my bits hanging out, but to think that we were potentially being watched?
It was as hot on his balcony as it had been against the window in his office building.
I played the idea up in my head. “So you want to see me naked, but you’re resisting from tearing my clothes off because of the need to protect me?” It didn’t matter that I was a woman who could take care of herself—I would always get off on a man defending my honor. “Something like that?”
“Exactly like that.”
I moaned, the details of this fantasy heightening my need.
“I know, Tessa. I’m going to take care of you.”
God, it was like he could read my mind.
He slunk lower, his head blocking the view to any potential onlookers as he pushed my dress up around my waist. “Once again, no panties, no bra. You seem to like to make this easy for me.”
“I prefer not to add to your collection of women’s underwear.”
He rubbed his nose down my slit, inhaling as he did. “I don’t collect women’s underwear.”
I made a sound that was half harumph and half ohmygod, ohmygod because he very obviously did collect women’s underwear, but it was hard to argue anything with him when his tongue was doing that thing it was to my hole.
He seemed to discern my disbelief anyway. “I don’t. I collect your underwear. That’s all.”
This statement was even more unbelievable than the last, and I propped myself up on my elbows, ready to dispute it.
It was definitely not the kind of comment I could leave without remark.
He was a player. I knew that going in. I was okay with it going in.
I would not be okay with it if he pretended this thing between us was anything other than it was.
Actually, I might not be okay in the end even if he acknowledged the truth of the situation, but that was on me, not him, and the only chance I had of not getting completely wrecked over him was if he remained as transparent as possible.
But now his finger was tracing the rim of my pussy and his tongue was flicking at my clit, and talking wasn’t an option, let alone reprimanding.
Leisurely, he wound me up, alternately sucking and licking my swollen bud of nerves while his finger dipped in and out of my hole.
Soon it was two fingers, thrusting in farther, rubbing at the sensitive spot inside me, all of it so agonizingly slow that the build in tension felt like hiking up a mountain.
I could feel myself getting there, could feel the throb of my pussy increase and my thighs start to shake, could feel my orgasm creeping, creeping toward the summit.
Just when I thought I’d go over, he pulled back. “I thought I’d imagined how good your pussy tasted. But I did not.”
“I think that’s a compliment, so thank you. Could you go back to tasting now?”
He chuckled as I bucked my hips up toward his mouth, but he did as I asked and went back to work. It was practically starting over now. The brief interruption had sent me back to ground zero. Fortunately, he lapped at me more eagerly this time, helping the tension build quicker.
But just as before, right when I was about to go over the top, he paused to look up at me. And with a grin that said his torture was purposeful.
“What are you doing?” I could hear the frantic edge to my voice.
In comparison, his was casual. “Teasing you.”
He blew softly across my wet pussy, sending a round of shocks through my body. I couldn’t take it. It was too much. Or it was not enough. It was too much not enough.
I pushed out of his arms and scrambled to my feet and headed toward his bedroom, picking up the shoes I’d kicked off earlier on my way.
A few steps away from the door, I paused to reach behind me and unzip my dress, giving him a nice view of my ass.
I peeked my head over my shoulder to be sure he was watching.
He was.
“What are you doing?” he asked, an edge in his tone now.
“Teasing you,” I said, then pushed open the sliding door of his bedroom that had been hidden behind the blackout curtains the last time I’d been there, and stepped inside.
He must have run because he was right behind me when I turned around.
Dropping my shoes, I threw my arms around his neck and brought his mouth to mine.
His hands circled around my waist and slipped past the open zipper of my dress.
Grabbing my ass, he brought me flush against him so I could feel the jutting column of steel flesh against my belly.
I was ready to have that inside me. More than ready. His attention below had left my pussy aching and empty and desperate to be filled with the real thing.
But as eager as I was to have him pushing inside of me, I suddenly realized I was dying to see him.
I’d become acquainted with his cock, not just from the times he’d fucked my pussy, but also from the time he’d fucked my mouth, but except for the one glimpse I’d gotten when I tried to sneak out of his apartment the first time, I was still a stranger to the rest of the body that he kept hidden under well-fitted suits.
Intending to remedy that, I began working at the buttons of his shirt. I’d only managed to pop a couple of them open before he grabbed my hands to stop me.
“I want to see you.” Desperation made it sound close to a whine.
He kissed me, as if that would appease the desire to see and touch and lick and claim. “You will. But I was such a good boy the last time you were here, I think I deserve to see you first.”
I wasn’t sure that was very logical. He’d peeked, and I hadn’t gotten to see him at all. Shouldn’t it be my turn to see some goods? It seemed only fair.
On the other hand, the way he was looking at me—like he was barely restraining himself, like he was going to eat me up whether I obeyed him or not—made me abruptly lose all care for what was fair.
“If you want to see so badly, I suppose I better show you.” I nudged him toward the bed. “Sit.”
He seemed maybe not so interested in letting me run things, but he did as I said, undoing the buttons at his cuffs as he sat. “I’m waiting.”
I took a step back so he would be able to see all of me clearly, then I pushed one strap off my shoulder than the other, letting my dress fall to the floor. Leaving me completely naked.
It was only after I’d made such a deal of stripping that I remembered I wasn’t this bold of a person. I certainly wasn’t this confident in my body. Especially being completely nude.