24. Gotta Get You Home Tonight
GOTTA GET YOU HOME TONIGHT
SAUL
Once we reach my bedroom, I don’t let her go right away. Instead, our lips meet in a dance of desire that reverberates through the room. The kiss ignites a fire within me, a primal need for her that I can no longer contain. Tessa's response is immediate, her body arching into mine as she reciprocates with a fervor that matches mine.
Her moans and whimpers are music to my ears, a sweet melody of longing and surrender that only fuels the flames burning between us. I deepen the kiss, savoring the taste of her lips, the scent of her skin mingling with mine. Every touch, every caress, makes my dick hard as a rock, awakening something primal and raw within me.
As the intensity of our embrace grows, I feel a sense of urgency building within me, a need to possess her completely, to make her mine in every sense of the word.
Slowly, I break our kiss but can't seem to let go of her entirely. Her eyes, those intense brown pools that seem to hold the world's secrets, lock with mine. They evoke a mix of fear and desire, a vulnerability that scares and turns me on.
I trace my fingers down her cheek and jawline, then gently wrap my hand around her neck. The other hand finds its way to her waist, pulling her closer still.
"Tessa," I whisper, my voice barely above a murmur, my forehead pressed against hers, "You are everything I never knew I needed."
Her response is a soft sigh. Her body presses even closer to mine as she buries her face in my chest. This is a sign of surrender, an acknowledgment of the bond that has grown between us.
"I need you," she whispers back, her voice delicate and filled with emotion. "I've been waiting for you. Searching for this feeling in my dreams—having you in my arms. Take me.”
I do. Gently but firmly, I guide her feet down to the hardwood floor, our bodies never breaking connection. As we descend, my hands grip her bountiful ass, feeling the luxurious silk of her Valentino dress beneath my fingers. That dress—hell, I spent all night barely restraining myself from dragging her into a dark corner and peeling it off her inch by inch.
Now, I don’t have to hold back.
She gasps as I slide her soft body down the hard planes of mine, the smooth fabric teasing us both. The contrast of her delicate dress against the raw heat of my body drives me crazy. My self-control is hanging by a thread, and she knows it.
When she finally lands on the floor, Tessa’s eyes widen, a storm of emotions swirling in their depths—desire, anticipation, something deeper. My heart clenches at the sight. She is stunning, breathtaking, mine .
Looking into her eyes, I see the answer to my unspoken question. Yes, she’s ready.
She has surrendered control to me, and it’s a responsibility I don’t take lightly. I lean close, whispering against her ear, “I’ll always take care of you, Tessa. Don’t think. Do as Daddy says. Be my good girl and strip before I rip that dress off of you myself.”
She shudders at my words, but instead of immediately obeying, her lips twist in a teasing smirk. “You bought this dress, Saul,” she murmurs, dragging her nails lightly down my chest. “Seems like a shame to ruin it so soon.”
She’s baiting me, and fuck if it isn’t working. I’m already half a second from shredding the thing but force myself to breathe. Slow. Steady. This woman will be the death of me.
My fingers find the thin zipper at the back, tugging it down with excruciating slowness. “Then let’s take our time,” I murmur, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to her neck as I peel the silk away from her shoulders.
She shivers, the smooth fabric slipping down her arms, exposing more of that caramel skin I’ve been dying to taste. The dress pools at her waist, and she steps out of it, leaving herself in nothing but her lace thong and those damn heels.
Jesus Christ.
“You’re trying to kill me,” I groan, my hands settling on her hips, thumbs brushing along her bare waist. “You walked into that restaurant looking like a dream, but this? This is a goddamn fantasy.”
She tilts her chin, all smug and sultry. “A fantasy you’ve earned.”
I’m done playing.
I spin her around, my palm flattening against her lower back, pressing her forward. The red silk pools around her feet as I trail my mouth down the curve of her spine. I take my time, kissing, biting, tasting. When I reach the dimples just above her ass, I grip the thin lace of her thong between my teeth and yank.
She gasps, her hands bracing against the floor, her back arching just how I like. “Saul?—”
I answer with my mouth, licking a slow, sinful path up the back of her thigh, my fingers massaging the curves I worship.
“Shhh, sweetheart,” I murmur against her skin. “Tonight, I’m devouring you.”
And I do. Thoroughly.
By the time I pull her up and lay her back against the sheets, she’s shaking, her lips swollen from my kisses, her body slick with sweat and pleasure. But I’m not done. Not even close.
Tessa locks onto my stare while she unhooks her bra, shimmying out of the lace until her heavy, gorgeous breasts bounce free.
I groan, sucking a dark nipple into my mouth, rolling my tongue over it until she’s moaning my name like a prayer.
“Daddy, please,” she whimpers, barely audible over our ragged breathing.
Fuck .
I guide her up, my grip steady but firm, her legs wobbling as she stands. Her red heels stay on. Because God help me, the sight of her standing there, naked except for those Louboutins, will haunt my every waking thought.
They were worth every damn penny.
"Undress me," I order, voice thick with hunger.
Her breath hitches, but she nods, fingers moving to the buttons of my shirt. Every slow, deliberate tug has her eyes darkening, the sexual tension between us tightening like a wire. By the time she gets to my belt, her hands are shaking.
I grab her wrist before she can unzip me, bringing her palm to my lips. “You nervous, sweetheart?” I tease, kissing her knuckles.
She huffs, rolling her eyes. “Not even a little.”
Liar .
I smirk, letting her finish undressing me, watching the way her pupils dilate when my cock springs free, heavy and pulsing for her.
She stares, her mouth parting, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
"Please," she whispers again, voice thick with desperation.
I grab her chin, forcing her gaze back to mine. “If you put your hot, wet mouth on me, Tessa, I won’t be able to control myself,” I warn, my thumb dragging across her lips. “I’ll be rough. I’ll use your mouth until I’ve drained every last drop down your pretty throat. And I won’t stop until you’re a messy, shaking little thing beneath me.”
A needy whimper tumbles past her lips.
She wants this.
"Kneel," I command.
She obeys so prettily that I almost come just from the sight. And when she finally wraps her lips around me—holy fuck, I see stars.
I let her work me over, guiding her pace with a fist tangled in her hair, praising her as she sucks me deeper and deeper.
“You love this, don’t you?” I rasp, my head tilting back. “Love being on your knees for me?”
She hums around me, and the vibration nearly wrecks me.
"That's it, baby," I groan. "Show Daddy how much you need this dick."
She chokes and gags slightly but doesn’t stop. Doesn’t want to stop.
And when I can’t hold back any longer, I grab her jaw, forcing her to look up at me. “Take every drop, sweetheart.”
With one last deep thrust, I spill into her mouth, my release throbbing down her throat as she swallows like the good girl she is.
I pull out, panting, my knees almost giving out.
Tessa looks up at me, cheeks flushed, lips swollen and glistening, and licks my last remnants from her mouth.
I stare at her like she just stole something from me and won’t give it back. Then, before she can taunt me with that wicked little smirk, I throw her onto the bed and rip her thong clean off.
She gasps, eyes going wide, but I grin.
I wink and murmur, “My turn.”
And then I devour her.
All. Fucking. Night.