Scott #2
“It wasn’t mine to decide. It was her money.” Never mind that married women didn’t have any legal claim to their own assets back then. He let her make the decision anyway. This was more like the man I knew as my grandfather.
“What did she do with it then?”
“She gave it to me to invest. Told me to go build what I dreamed of building. She knew that I’d take care of her in the end.
Unfortunately, I lost a good portion of that money, and we had a few rough years, but the partnership that I formed because of that investment led to our first oil strike, and things, you know, snowballed from there.
” He waved his hand as though he’d gotten off track.
“That’s not the point. The point is, your grandmother sacrificed something important to her so that I could have something important to me.
She said she wouldn’t be happy in her perfect little home if I wasn’t happy with her.
That’s love. That’s real love. I didn’t know she loved me like that before then.
Sure, I’d married her. Because I was fond of her.
Because I thought she’d be a good mother one day.
Make a good wife. But I don’t think I really fell in love with her until then.
Made all the difference in our marriage.
I don’t know that we would have been what we were if it weren’t for that sacrifice. ”
Huh.
It was a touching story, one I’d never heard before, but I wasn’t sure what he wanted me to glean from it. “What are you trying to tell me, Grandpa?”
His brow creased as though he’d lost his train of thought. “You know, I’m not quite sure, Scottie.”
All right, then. It was happening. Grandpa was finally losing a few of his marbles.
He turned so he could clap his hand on my shoulder. “If anyone can figure out what I meant by it, you can. I have faith.”
“Okay, Grandpa. I’ll work on it.”
But my gaze went back to Tess then. She’d set down her book and stretched out on her stomach, her swim top undone so her back was completely bare, and fuck if she didn’t look like a goddess, half naked, her skin glistening in the sun.
And the only thing I was working on at the moment was a plan to get us off this boat and back to our guest room as soon as fucking possible.
When we were finally back on dry land, I told Grandpa not to count on us for dinner, and then, after he gave me a knowing wink on the sly, Tess and I practically raced to our room.
I was on her heels, and as soon as we were across the threshold, I grabbed her from behind before the door was even all the way closed.
“This excuse for a swimsuit you’ve been wearing all day is driving me out of my mind.
” With one hand resting on her collarbone, I slid my other hand over her bikini bottoms, stroking the folds of her pussy lips through the material as I pressed tight against her so she’d have physical proof of my misery.
“All that skin bared, your gorgeous curves exposed, and still all I could think about was hidden right here.”
“Oh, yeah?” She tilted her hips, and I hissed as her ass rubbed across my length. “What exactly were you thinking about it?”
“How warm it is. How wet I could make it. How tight it will feel against me when I’m in you bare.”
“That’s all I was thinking about too. I tried to get into my book, but I swear I kept reading the same paragraph over and over. I kept getting distracted.”
I could feel her pulse picking up underneath my palm at her neck.
Her tits rose and fell with shallow breaths.
I had the perfect view. I’d been half hard all fucking day long, but seeing her excited, feeling her excitement took my arousal to a new level.
My cock felt like a steel bat between my legs, solid and heavy and able to do damage.
I wanted her that aroused. Wanted her as miserably turned on as I was.
“Distracted because you were thinking of this?” I taunted her, shoving my fingers into her hole, as far as the fabric would let me.
“Yes. But the real thing.”
I pushed in again so the material stroked along the walls of her pussy. “This isn’t the real thing?” I knew what she meant, but I wanted to hear her say it.
“I was thinking about your cock.”
I moved my hand from her collar to wrap around her neck, nudging her head back and to the side so I could reward her with a kiss. At the same time, I crept my other hand under her bikini, where the damp heat of bare skin was a reward for me.
“I like knowing you think about my cock,” I said when I’d left her breathless. I was working on keeping her gasping, one finger massaging her clit in the way I’d learned she loved best.
She whimpered, the hum vibrating against my palm. “Stop teasing, Scott. Fuck me. Please? I want you to fuck me.”
It usually took more taunting before I seduced her into dirty talk, plus the begging on top of it—she was definitely worked up. Part of me wanted to take pity on her and give her what she so obviously needed.
But after hours of anticipation, I wasn’t sure how long I’d last, especially without a condom, and I wanted this to be as good for her as I knew it was going to be for me.
I slid my fingers off her clit, down through her wet folds to her entrance, thrusting them roughly inside her. “Here, baby. Is this what you need?”
“No. I need...I need…” Her eyelids fluttered as pleasure began to build inside her.
“You need what? You said you wanted to be fucked. My fingers are fucking you nice and good right now, aren’t they?”
She panted, her hips bucking against my palm. “But it’s not your cock.”
“Shh, I know. I know.” I kissed along her jawline. “Don’t worry. I’m going to give you my cock, but first I need you to come. Can you do that for me?”
“But I want to come on your cock.”
“I’ll let you come on my cock too, but I really need you to come before that.”
“You want me to make a mess all over your hand?”
Fuck. Her mouth. She was killing me.
Trying hard to ignore the ache of my cock, I stretched my thumb up so it could massage her clit while my fingers fucked her. “Yes, baby. That’s exactly what I want you to do. I want you to cover my hand with your juice.”
She ran her hands up and down the sides of my thighs, moaning as her pussy clenched around me. She was getting close. A little nudge, and she’d be there.
“Tess, take your tits out for me. Play with your nipples, and make them stand up.” They were already firm buds poking against her bikini top, but I knew that stimulating them was an easy way to get her off.
It was one of the benefits of fucking the same woman more than once.
Figuring out what she liked wasn’t all guesswork.
Once upon a time, I’d thought that would make for boring sex.
Instead, it did just the opposite. With all the basics out of the way, there was more room to explore and learn new stuff.
And God, I loved exploring with Tess.
Eager to do as I’d asked, she started to reach up to untie her top, then perhaps realizing it was too hard to get to the strings with me wrapped around her the way I was, she pulled the cups of her suit down instead.
Or maybe it was a deliberate choice. Because she knew how crazy it would make me to see her like this, her breasts bare and trussed up, her fingers pulling at her peaks…
Fuck, if she didn’t come soon, I was sure going to.
As soon as I’d had the thought, she went over the edge. Her head tilted back, her body shook, her knees buckled, and I had to tighten my grip around her just to keep her from slipping to the floor.
With my mouth at her ear, I coaxed her through her burst of pleasure. “Good girl. Beautiful girl. Just like that. Making my hand so fucking wet.” My dick too. I could feel it leaking at the tip, as though crying in envy of my fingers.
You’ll get your turn, boy. Soon enough.
She was still quivering when I brought a wet finger up to my mouth to suck it clean. I loved the taste of her. Loved her smell. Loved everything about the Tessa Turani flavor.
She tilted her head to watch me, her eyes glazed.
“Delicious,” I said, licking another finger. “Makes me want to get down on my knees and have a feast.”
With abrupt energy, she pulled out of my grasp, whipped around, and curled both hands into the button-down shirt I’d worn open all day. “The only place you’re going is inside me. Not your fingers, not your tongue—your cock.”
I grinned, cupping her face possessively with my hands. “So bossy.” Then I kissed her, the taste of her pussy mixing with my other favorite taste—the taste of her mouth—as I ravished her with my lips and teeth and tongue.
She was right—the only place I was going was inside her, as quickly as possible. It was suddenly urgent that I do so. A need so potent, I would have given up everything I was for the privilege. Abandoned everything I knew. Sold my soul with not a single second of regret.
Her desperation felt equal. While I pulled at the strings of her suit, she pushed my shirt off my shoulders.
Then she moved to the drawstring of my swim trunks, each graze of her hand against my jutting cock as she worked the knot sending a fire through my veins.
I was so sensitive, I could barely stand the touch.
As soon as I had her naked, I shoved her hands away and took over the task, pushing my shorts to the ground and stepping out of them before pulling her back to me for another savage kiss.