Chapter 6 #2
He bends over, delivering me onto the mattress with an ‘oompf.’ I land on my bottom. He lifts up the comforter and tells me sternly, “Get on in there.” But there’s a smile on his face when he says it.
I scoot into place. Lie my head down on the pillow. Curl up on my side, facing him. Wait for him to tuck the covers around my chin.
His gaze is soft as he stares. His lips part as if he wants to say something, then he gives a shake of his head.
He pulls the covers up and over my shoulders.
He tucks them in beneath my chin—just as I imagined him doing.
He leans down, so close his beard brushes my skin.
He kisses the top of my head, as he does every night.
He whispers, “Goodnight, princess.” He hovers there a moment too long.
As if he wants to say something, do something.
Anticipation roils in my belly. Falling to disappointment as I watch him walk away.
I try to close my eyes. I hear his jeans hit the floor. Feel the weight of the mattress shift as he climbs into the bed. The tug of the comforter as he pulls it over him.
I scoot a few inches toward him. Still facing away from him. But now, my back pressed against the pillows that separate us.
A wall that I built between us. To keep myself safe from him.
A wall I no longer want.
One that I don’t have the courage to break down.
I can’t sleep. I wait for the sound of his steady, even breathing.
It doesn’t come.
I feel him shift, flipping over in the bed. Feel his arm reach over the pillows. It finds my back.
The tips of his fingers lightly stroke over my t-shirt from the base of my neck to my waist. It makes tingles dance down my spine.
He does it again and my entire body relaxes.
My eyes close. A little moan of delight leaves my lips.
In this moment, I would give anything in the world for this touch to never end.
He begins again, at the base of my neck, slowly traveling down. He stops at my waist. His fingers gather the material of my tee. He gently tugs it. Pulling it up, just a few inches. Exposing a stretch of skin on my lower back.
His fingertips stroke back and forth over the horizon of my waist. Chill bumps raise on my flesh. My nipples tightening beneath my shirt. I shift my leg, parting my thighs.
His hands going up, up, up beneath my shirt. The bed moves. There’s no longer a pillow between us. I hear it hit the floor and a little smile comes to my face. Another pillow gone and he’s inching over to me. I can feel the heat from his skin as it comes closer.
By my legs, the third king-sized pillow is removed.
The wall is gone.
Now his hard chest is pressed against my back.
His belly hot against my skin. His muscled thighs are spooned around me.
Cocooning my bottom. His arm wraps around my waist, slipping beneath my shirt.
The soft hairs on his arm tickle my skin.
He pulls me into him, hard, holding me tightly. There is no space between us.
His face buries into my hair. His breath soft against the back of my neck. He inhales deeply. Kisses the sensitive skin on the nape of my neck.
Whispers, “Goodnight, princess.”
The heat from his body spreads into mine. My eyes close.
But I’ll never be able to sleep.
Then I feel the hardening of his cock in the crack of my ass.
And I know that no one is going to sleep.
He’s sucking on my neck. That sweet spot right before my shoulder that drives me wild.
I moan, arching my back against his hard chest. My toes are curling.
My nipples tightening. His hand wraps around my side, finding and fondling my heavy breasts.
His kiss moves up higher and as his lips flick at my earlobe, he’s pinching my pebbled nipple.
I gasp as his hand slides lower, down my trembling belly.
Slips beneath the loose fabric of my PJs.
Between my thighs.
“Baby girl’s so wet from that spanking, isn’t she?”
“I can’t help it,” I breathe. He finds my clit, pressing on my engorged bud. I cry out.
“I know. You love to be put over my knee. Don’t you.”
“Yes.”
“To be spanked until you’re my good girl?”
“Yes.”
His finger dips beneath my clit, entering me and collecting my juices.
He pumps his finger and all I can think is where’s his cock?
I want him in me. Now. But he teases me.
Pressing his finger in and I’m moaning as the pressure builds.
He slides out and he’s back to my clit. He’s sucking, biting, caressing my neck as he massages my pulsing bud.
My muscles tense and just as I’m about to experience the pleasure of release, he stops.
My eyes snap open. I look over my shoulder at him in protest. He presses me down onto the mattress, flat on my back.
His mouth is on mine. The way he kisses—I can’t imagine the devil being better with his tongue.
I’m hot and sweaty as blood rushes to every place in my body.
His kisses travel downward. He stops at my clavicle and he’s tugging on the hem of my shirt.
I rise up and lift my arms as he slides the fabric from my body.
My bare breasts swell beneath his gaze, my nipples further peaking. He leans down, sucking, biting, teasing them as he fondles my breasts. My hands run through his hair as he plays. He lays me back down. Now his kisses slowly move down my belly.
He kisses my pussy over my shorts.
My eyes close and I try to block out the nerves that fill me.
He slides my shorts over my hips. Down my legs, over my feet.
Tosses them to the floor. He grabs my hips and I laugh as he tugs me to the edge of the bed.
My legs spread as he kneels on the floor before me.
His hands cup my ass, his fingertips dig into my flesh.
Then he disappears. Burying himself between my legs.
I cry out as his hot, wet mouth meets my aching pussy.
His tongue darts in and out of me. Then finds my clit.
Licking it hard. Over and over. My hands bury in his hair.
Scrape at his neck. A warm flushed feeling covers my skin.
My back arches and I cry out as the pressure builds between my legs.
My breath comes in pants and just when I think I can’t take anymore, two fingers are inside me, pumping.
I scream his name, my neck straining as my head flings backwards.
Muscles tense, I hover in a place between torment and ecstasy until that sweet release finally arrives.
I come in a burst of light and sweat and tears.
A hard shudder racking through my body. My eyes open.
My body collapses against the bed. I lay limp.
Void of words. A soft satiated tingle dancing over my flushed skin.
His face appears before me. Handsome features, hair tousled. Devilish look in his dark eyes. His gaze searches my face. Then his soft voice asks a question I’m not expecting.
“Are you okay, princess?”
My breath slows, my heart beats hard in my chest. I lean up, brushing back his mussed hair. Give him a smile and a nod. His brow knits and I feel the head of his cock pressing against my slick entrance, wet from his mouth, my climax.
My hands go to his shoulders, my eyes never leaving his as he enters me.
I’m more than okay. I’m elated.
He gives a soft sigh, his face void of its normally tense look.
His eyes close and a look of deep contentment washes over his face.
Making him beautiful. My breath catches in my throat at the sight of him.
My fingertips trace the smooth, rounded muscles of his shoulders, taut from bearing his weight.
He further buries himself within me, but it’s a gentle thrust, nothing like when we had sex on the couch.
His mouth is hot on my neck. Kissing me. His breath tickles my ear as he whispers my name. “Tess. My sweet, sweet Tess.”
I close my eyes and my head lolls to the side. His hips roll in a smooth wave as he enters me again. My pelvis lifts to move against his. We move as one. Our skin dampening from our exertion. Our breath growing faster, together.
This isn’t sex.
It’s not fucking.
This is making love.
Tears smart at the backs of my eyes. My breath comes in short, hard gasps.
He’s moving harder, faster within me, that familiar tension building back up as the walls of my pussy tighten around his cock.
He murmurs my name again and the sound makes tingles dance down my spine.
I cling to him, pull him closer, bury my damp cheeks in the crook of his neck.
We move together. Constricting around one another.
Gaining momentum. He calls my name with an urgency.
The spring within me tightens to a breaking point and I come in a beautiful explosion of heat and light and passion.
I feel his cock release within me, his hot seed bursting forth and saturating between my legs.
He collapses against me. Kissing me. Whispering, “Tess. My. Sweet. Tess.”
I bite my lip. Holding back the words that I fear I might accidentally allow to leave my mouth. The secret buried in my heart.
Altering my world as I know it.
Rockland
Forgive me, brother. For I know not what I do.
I’ve slept with Tess.
Again.
And I’ve never felt so content.
How did I let this happen?
It’s simple, really. My erection was pressed into the crack of her ass. The one I’d just spanked. Pulled down those cute pajama pants—the ones that didn’t fit her when I first got here—and exposed her creamy skin.
No panties, just like I taught her.
After that, there was no stopping.
I knew she wanted me. Earlier, I sensed her in that doorway, watching.
I know how I make her feel.
Safe.
And nothing turns on Tess more than knowing a man is in charge. A man who will keep her safe. She’s always had that in her life.
But I bring something new to the table. Fulfilling a deeper craving she’s harbored. One I recognized the moment I met her. One that she thought she’s kept hidden. But now she knows, I recognize it in her.