Tess #2
"You’re stunning, Wade.” I run my hands over his chest, the hair soft under my palms. His skin is fever-hot as I trace down the swell of his stomach—the thick, round, undeniable belly of a man who eats the delicious food he cooks. His muscles jump under my touch.
“Sit down and lay back,” I say, and he eases down onto the bed. leaning back onto his elbows, eyes on me. "You're shaking," I whisper.
"You’re touching me." His voice is rough.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask.
“Fuck, no,” he rasps.
I straddle his knees on the bed and bend forward to press my mouth to the top of his chest, right below his collarbone. The hair tickles my lips and I kiss across to the other side, feeling the thud of his heart under my mouth.
Then I lick over his nipple.
“Oh…” his pecs shiver.
I circle his nipple slowly, kissing and licking the tight peak, as I drag a nail across the other one. He sucks in air through his teeth and the muscles in his arms go rigid where they're bracing him up.
"You like that?" I murmur against his skin. “When I tease your nipples with my tongue?"
"Tess, shit…"
I flick my tongue over him again, harder this time, and his head drops back. His elbows slide a fraction on the bedspread.
I lick a slow line down the center of his chest, following the trail of hair over the swell of his belly.
His head lifts to watch me and my eyes flick up to his—hazy brown, blown wide, helpless.
I hold his gaze while I press my lips to the curve of his stomach, the softest part of him, all the sinfully sexy flesh hiding under his shirt.
I kiss across the hot, hair-brushed skin, as my nails drag down his sides, and his stomach muscles clench and quiver under my touch. His breath stutters before a moan rolls out of him, his head falling back again.
His humor tries once more, weak. “You’re gonna be here all night at this rate.”
“You have somewhere to be?” I dip my tongue into his navel and his hips jerk up off the bed.
"Fuck—" His elbows nearly give out. “No, but I might not survive.”
I chuckle and look up at him through my lashes while I kiss just below his belly button, then lower, brushing my lips along the hair that disappears under his waistband. His chest is heaving, and he watches me as if he can't look away.
I get up off him and kneel, unlacing and pulling off his boots and socks. Then I unbuckle his belt and work the button open and he lifts his hips so I can tug his jeans and boxers down and away.
He's raging, thick and flushed, straining toward me, and I wrap my hand around him.
He groans, loudly.
"God, Wade," I say, stroking him slowly. "I’ve been dreaming about this cock, since Saturday." I use both hands, one to stroke up his long shaft and tease the slick tip, the other to cup and massage his balls. “It’s so big and thick, and I’m sure it’s painful being this hard. I know it’s going to ruin me for other men, once you slide it inside me, stroking me from the inside, reaching all those spots that’ll have me shaking and screaming your name. ”
His fist twists into the bedspread and a rough, broken sound tears out of him. His head drops flat to the mattress and I feel his thighs tremble.
"Tess—Christ—I can't—" He sits up, and then hauls us both to our feet. "I need you naked now," he growls, and I didn’t think I could get any wetter, but I am.
His big hands peel my shirt off, then my shoes, socks, and jeans. He undoes the clasp of my bra and my breasts spill out when he removes it.
“Damn, these tits are spectacular,” he groans, palming them from the side, squeezing them in his fingers. “And these velvety nipples, so pink and tight.” He runs his rough fingertips over them, and the sensation has me gasping. Then he bends down to take one in his mouth.
I grab his head, holding on as his tongue swirls around my tender peak. Then he sucks and grazes his teeth over them until I’m whimpering.
“Wade…” I moan, gripping him to me so tightly, I’m worried I might suffocate him. But he just lets out a long, deep moan that vibrates through my entire body.
Then I feel a hand on my wrist and I loosen my grip. He gives me once last nip, before sliding his hands down to pull off my panties.
Black lace ones.
“These are much too sexy for a BBQ competition,” he says, eyeing them in his hand. “I’ll be confiscating these.” He tosses them onto his jeans on the floor.
I’m smiling, but before I can retort, he slides his fingers into my folds.
“Shit, Tess. You’re so wet…”
I gasp as he strokes through my pussy. “Y-you make me this way,” I stutter, as his fingers already have me on edge.
“Your wet pussy is already swollen, baby girl. You gonna come for me already?”
I tremble in his arms. “If you keep doing that…yes.”
“What…stroking through these slick, sweet little folds, brushing that needy clit?”
“Oh, oh…Wade. Yes…” I manage.
Then he hooks his hand under my knee and pulls my leg up and out, bracing it with his palm. “I need more room to stroke this pussy properly.”
He slides two thick, rough fingers into my folds and rubs in circles.
“Oh fuck—,” I moan.
“That good, baby?” He strokes my slick flesh, concentrating on my clit. “Right there?”
My mouth drops open. “Oh god…I’m coming.”
“Yes…” His grip tightens on my leg he’s holding up and his other hand slides over my pussy as I clench and convulse in front of him.
“Oh, oh, oh…” I breathe, as he continues, until I’m starting to crumple in front of him.
His hand slides from my pussy and he licks his fingers, loudly. He lets my leg ease down to the floor before he pulls me against him in a deep, mind-melting kiss.
I taste myself on him as he turns, lowering me down onto the bed.
His weight comes over me and I gasp—from the sheer, exhilarating pressure of his big body on mine. I’m flattened into the mattress and I can barely expand my lungs and I’ve never wanted anything more.
"Tess, sorry, I'm too heavy—” He starts to shift off and I grab his hips.
"No!"
"I'm crushing you."
"I know. And I like it. I want you to press me hard into the mattress." I pull him back down, wrapping my legs around him as best I can. “I've been thinking about this…your weight, pinning me, not letting me move…since that night behind the smoker. Your thick body makes me so hot and so wet, Wade.”
He groans and drops his head into my hair. "Jesus Christ, Tess. How did I ever find you?”
"I’ve been asking myself the same question about you since we met.”
He lifts his head and looks down at me, his hazy brown eyes dark, wide, and stripped of every defense. He kisses me, his mouth devouring mine, and his hips roll against me. I arch up into the delicious bulk of him.
His cock is like a steel rod between us. “I’m on the pill, Wade. Take me,” I whisper.
He moves back briefly to position himself at my entrance, then pushes inside me so slowly I think I might come apart before he's halfway there.
I’m already moaning when he’s finally all the way inside, the full weight of him settled on top of me.
I can barely breathe, but it’s magical.
"Oh my god," I manage, arching under him.
“Yes, that’s fucking good, baby girl,” he groans.
He moves slowly, rolling his hips, reading me—my breath, my hands and nails on his back, the needy sounds I make. And he adjusts to what I need before I can say it.
Between grunts and moans, he tells me I’m so beautiful he can't think straight.
He tells me he's been dreaming about this since the cookout.
He tells me what my pussy feels like gripping his hard cock.
The words are rough, raw, and unpolished…
and it's better than poetry. He has no clue how good he is at this.
"Wade…" I moan, rocking with him. "Harder."
And he gives me harder. The bed frame knocks the wall, and I'm crying out filthy things I’m hopeful the other people in the hotel don’t hear, though I’m beyond caring anyway. I tell him how full his big cock makes me feel and how much I want to be sore from him.
His rhythm stutters as he growls, and my nails dig into his back and his ass.
“Hell, I could listen to you all day. But I’m so close. Your pussy is so tight and slick. Come for me again," he rasps. "I need to feel it, Tess."
And he drives into me, one hand holding my leg out, the other bracing himself next to my face.
I can’t take it any more.
I shatter, the orgasm hitting more intensely than the first, and I cry out.
“I’m coming, Wade!”
He pistons harder as my body pulls tight around him, and I’m keening and letting him take me higher and higher.
“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh fuck—”
And he roars, following me as he comes, burying himself so deep, my eyes sting.
As I’m coming down, body trembling, he locks his arms around me…almost feral sounds tearing out of him.
We lie there sweating and heaving. He rolls to the side quickly, pulling me with him, tucking me against his chest. I settle my cheek against his chest, and listen as his heartbeat slows.
His hand drifts through my hair, while mine traces the line of the tattoos on his arm.
"What am I going to do with you?" he mutters after a while.
I press my lips to his chest in front of me. "I’m sure you’ll think of something,” I say, as he curls around me.