Chapter 16 #2
“I’m glad you’re here, Tess.”
Tilting her head back, she gazes up at me.
We’re stuck in this silent stare. My cock twitches as my ache for her increases with her this close.
She’s wearing my shirt and, by the looks of it, no bra, and I would assume panties.
She’s practically naked, and I want to explore her body.
I want to savor every inch of her, but I promised her she would have the power when it comes to us and sex.
I wish I had taken a shower to help soften my need for her—no pun intended.
“Landon,” she whispers, swiping her tongue across her full lips.
I take a step closer and align my body with hers. My erection brushes her belly, and she inhales a breath. I don’t say a word, keeping my eyes locked on hers. I hope she can see it. That I won’t hurt her and that this isn’t just about winning a date or winning her. It’s so much more.
She’s so much more.
My chest rapidly rises and falls just from being this close to her.
When her small, soft hands land against my chest, I feel as though I can’t breathe.
I stand stock-still, letting her do her thing while her hands roam over my chest. I swallow hard when she reaches the waistband of my boxer briefs.
The same boxer briefs that my hard-as-steel cock is peeking out of.
Her eyes never leave mine as she slowly rakes her index finger over the tip.
“Tessa,” I warn.
She bats those lashes at me, her deep green eyes shining. “What’s it going to take, Landon?”
“W-What?” My voice cracks; I’m barely maintaining my control.
“To break this calm you have. It’s like nothing fazes you.” Her voice is soft, almost a whisper.
“Trust me, Tess, my control is hanging on by a thread.”
“Yeah?” she asks, hopeful. “So what’s it going to take?” She swipes her index finger over the head of my cock again, making me fist my hands at my sides. “What if I did this?” She cups me, her small hands gripping me through my boxer briefs.
“Tessa,” I growl. It’s supposed to be a warning, but it sounds more like a mating call, which is pretty accurate at this point.
“What if I did this?” She slides her hands under the waistband of my underwear, and I snap.
Hands on her hips, I grip them firmly and lift her in the air so we’re eye level.
“I want you, Tessa. Any fool can see that, but I need to hear you say it. Tell me you want this. I promised you we would go at your pace, and if you’re fucking with me right now—” I pause and swallow hard.
“I’m going to need a cold shower. A long one. ”
“Your eyes, they're such a deep blue right now.” Her hands that are resting on my shoulders cradle my face. “I want you, too.”
The words are barely spoken before I’m crashing my lips to hers.
In three long strides, I’m peeling my lips from her mouth and tossing her back onto the bed.
“Strip.” She climbs to her knees with her eyes locked on mine and pulls my shirt over her head.
My mouth drops open as I stare at her naked body. “No panties?” I grit out.
She shrugs. “An unnecessary barrier.” Crawling to the edge of the bed, she reaches for me, but I take a step back. I can’t let her touch me, not like this. I’m ready to blow as it is.
“Top drawer.” I nod toward the nightstand. Understanding crosses her face, and she moves to grab protection. With both hands, I strip out of my underwear, kicking them out of the way. Tessa places a strip of condoms on the pillow, tearing one off and handing it to me.
I shake my head. “Too soon. Lie back on the bed.”
She does as I ask, and I wish her hair were down. I’ve imagined her dark locks splayed across my pillow a hundred times. That’s all right, though. We’ve got plenty of time. My eyes rake over her, and I can’t decide where I want to start first.
“Landon.” My name is a whispered plea. “I need you.”
Something happens. I don’t know what this feeling is.
My heart races, my palms sweat, and my stomach flutters at her confession.
I’ve never wanted anyone to need me. I’ve even had women say those same three words to me in the past, but none of them made me feel this way. None of them made me feel… breathless.
“I’m a lucky bastard,” I murmur before climbing onto the bed and settling between her thighs.
She wraps her legs around me, causing me to fall into her.
I’m worried I’m going to crush her, but her laughter tells me that’s not the case.
“I’m supposed to be taking my time with you,” I say, pressing my hands flat on the bed on either side of her head.
“I’m ready now.”
“You sure about that?” Needing to be sure, I balance my weight on one arm and slide a hand between us. Painfully slow, my fingers find their way to her clit and lower as I guide one, then two inside her.
“Told you,” she breathes. Her eyes are shut, and her head is tilted back.
“Open your eyes, Tess.” I wait until she’s looking at me. “This for me?” I ask, slowly pumping my fingers in and out of her.
“You know it is,” she sasses.
“You’re making this very difficult for me to worship you.”
“Next time,” she states as she locks her knees around me, not letting me go.
My cock brushes against her pussy, and a shiver races down my spine.
“Condom.” My voice is gravelly. She reaches beside her and hands me one.
I pull away from her, and she whimpers when the connection between us is broken.
“I had plans,” I tell her as I rip open the little foil packet and slide it over my length.
“I wanted to take my time with you. I wanted our first time together to be magical, a night we would both always remember.”
Her eyes soften. “Anytime with you is magical, Landon. We’re in this, right? The two of us? We’ll have time to go slow and explore later. Right now, I need you. I feel like we’ve had weeks of foreplay and then last night… I want this. I want you,” she confirms.
I hover over her, and her legs are once again fastened behind my back.
Her eyes are locked with mine. “You’re beautiful.
” She is. I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman.
Her face is void of makeup, and her freckles are on display.
Just a light dusting, but I love them and plan to trace them with my tongue later.
She’s real. She’s here for the right reasons.
I can feel it deep in my soul. As I stare into her eyes, I know I’m falling in love with her.
Hell, I might already love her. There has never been anyone like Tessa Deaton in my life.
Reaching between us, I guide my cock into her entrance, and her back arches off the bed. I freeze, giving her time to adjust to me, but she lifts her hips, seeking more.
More of me.
More of us.
“Landon.” Her voice is a half plea, half moan.
“Tell me what you need, Tess. You’re in control here.” She has no idea how true those words are. I would do anything for her.
“All of you.”
With a nod, I give her my acceptance. I give her all of me.
Not just my cock, but my heart. Nothing has ever felt like this before.
Like being inside her is being home. Like nothing else in this entire world matters.
Football is the closest I’ve ever come to feeling like this, and it doesn’t hold a candle to Tessa.
“Is that the best you’ve got, Number Eighteen?” She smirks up at me.
That’s when I realize I’ve just been holding myself still inside her while my mind wanders, thinking about what she means to me.
She has no idea what I’m thinking, but I appreciate her eagerness and playfulness.
That, too, is something new. Maybe because I’ve never known any other woman like I know Tessa.
Maybe it’s because my heart is involved, but my guess is it’s just her, just Tessa.
Everything I feel is because she is who she is.
And she’s all mine.