8. Tessa #2
He lays me on the plush carpet—no furniture yet, just soft cream fibers that feel expensive against my bare skin—and settles between my legs, broad shoulders forcing my thighs wider.
"I'm going to make you come in our new home," he says, voice rough.
"It's not ours yet?—"
"It will be."
Then his mouth is on my pussy and I forget how to think.
He eats me slowly, thoroughly, tongue circling my clit in lazy strokes before dipping inside to taste me.
The obscene wet sounds fill the empty room, echoing slightly, and I should be embarrassed but I'm not—I'm too busy falling apart under his mouth.
"Theo—oh god?—"
He hums against me, the vibration making me jerk, and adds two fingers inside, curling them just right. I come apart on his tongue, crying out and gripping his hair hard enough that it has to hurt. My pussy clenches around his fingers as the orgasm rolls through me, leaving me shaking.
Then he's above me, positioning himself between my trembling thighs. His cock slides inside in one smooth thrust and we both groan at the sensation—me from how full I feel, him from how my pussy grips him tight.
He fucks me slowly this time, deep thrusts that make me feel every thick inch of him. His eyes never leave my face, watching every expression like he's memorizing them—the way my mouth falls open, the way my eyes flutter closed, the way I bite my lip when he hits that perfect spot inside me.
"This is ours, Tessa," he says, voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Our place. Our life."
"Yes," I sob, overwhelmed by how much I feel for him, how right this all is. My hands grip his shoulders, nails digging into muscle.
"Say you're mine."
"I'm yours," I gasp as he thrusts deeper. "Always yours."
He comes inside me with a groan of my name, hips jerking as he fills me. The warmth spreads through my core and I shudder beneath him, another smaller orgasm rippling through me at the sensation.
We lie on the floor afterward catching our breath, my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow.
The carpet is soft beneath us and the afternoon light slants golden through those beautiful windows.
I can smell him—sweat and cologne and something uniquely Theo—mixed with the scent of sex and new paint.
"We're taking it," he says, not a question.
"Definitely."
We sign the lease that afternoon, my hand only shaking a little as I write my name. Move-in date: three days later. Theo arranges for movers to bring his things from storage while my boxes are still in his car, never having made it to storage at all.
We spend the waiting days buying furniture—bed, couch, dining table, desk for me.
Everything new, a fresh start. We wander through furniture stores hand in hand, testing mattresses and couches, arguing playfully about styles.
He wants everything modern and sleek; I want warmth and character.
We compromise, finding pieces that blend both.
I insist on paying for some of it even though he argues, his jaw tightening every time I pull out my card.
"This is our place," I tell him firmly in the middle of a furniture showroom, keeping my voice low. "I want it to feel like mine too."
His expression softens. "It is yours. Everything I have is yours."
The words land heavy in my chest, making it hard to breathe. I kiss him right there between a leather sectional and a velvet armchair, grateful and overwhelmed by how much he gives, how completely he's let me into his life.
Move-in day arrives. Movers bring everything up, set up furniture while we direct traffic. By evening, the apartment is mostly unpacked, boxes still scattered but livable.
I stand in the middle of the living room, taking it in. "We live here. This is ours."
Theo comes up behind me, wraps his arms around my waist. "Yes. Ours."
I turn in his arms, kiss him deeply. "Thank you. For this. For everything."
"You don't need to thank me. I want this. Want you."
"I want you too."
Heat builds between us, the familiar pull that never fades.
"Bedroom?" he suggests.
"Yes."
We stumble into the master bedroom, kissing frantically, hands pulling at clothes. Theo strips me quickly and lays me on our new bed—king-sized with expensive sheets that feel like silk against my skin.
"I'm going to fuck you in every room of this apartment," he promises, looming over me. "Starting here."
I spread my legs willingly, already wet. "Please."
He pushes inside me in one smooth thrust. We both groan at the sensation.
"Fuck, you feel good," he breathes.
"So do you."
He sets a hard pace, fucking me into the mattress. The bed doesn't creak—high quality—but we're loud, not holding back. No thin walls, no roommates, no one to hear. Just us.
"Yes! Theo! Harder!"
He obeys, pounding into me, cock hitting deep. "This pussy is mine. This bed is ours. This whole fucking apartment is ours."
"Yes! Oh God, yes!"
I come first, screaming his name, pussy clenching around his cock. He follows seconds later, filling me with cum, and we collapse together panting.
After recovering, we venture out to make dinner. Both hungry, having skipped lunch. Theo cooks pasta while I make salad, domestic and normal and perfect. I'm wearing his t-shirt and panties. He's in jeans, shirtless.
As he stirs the sauce, I come up behind him, wrap my arms around his waist, and kiss his back.
"Love you."
"Love you too, baby."
He turns, pulls me in for a proper kiss. It escalates quickly. Soon I'm on the counter, legs wrapped around him, while he fucks me there with the sauce forgotten on the stove.
"Ahh! Ahh! Theo!"
"That's it. Come on my cock again."
I do, shaking and sobbing, and he finishes inside me moments later.
We eat dinner after, both satiated and happy.
After dinner, we settle on the couch to watch TV. I curl against his side, content, while his hand strokes my hair absently. The movie plays but neither of us is paying attention.
"This is nice," I say softly.
"What is?"
"This. Just... being together. In our place."
"It is nice. Perfect, actually."
I tilt my head up, kiss his jaw. "I'm so happy."
"Me too."
The kiss deepens, hands wandering. Soon I'm straddling him on the couch, sinking down onto his cock and riding him slowly.
"Mmm... so deep..."
"Take what you want, baby. This is your cock. Your home."
"Mine," I breathe, moving faster, chasing the pleasure building in my core.
He grips my hips, helps me move, watches my tits bounce. "So fucking beautiful."
I come with a cry, collapsing against his chest. He holds me, stroking my back, stays inside me, content.
Eventually we move to the bathroom. We shower together in the large glass enclosure. He washes my hair, gentle and thorough, while I wash his body, tracing his tattoos with soapy hands. Intimacy beyond sex.
But then he's hard again, pressed against me.
"Again?" I tease.
"Always."
He lifts me, presses me against the tile wall, and fucks me under the hot spray. Water cascades over us, steam filling the room.
"Theo! Oh God!"
"Love you, Tessa. Love you so much."
"Love you too!"
We come together, clinging to each other. Afterward, he dries me off carefully and carries me to bed.
"Sleep. You need rest."
I'm exhausted, boneless. "Okay. But you'll..."
"I'll be here. Always."
I fall asleep around eleven, completely worn out. The last thing I remember is Theo's arm around my waist, his breath warm on my neck.
Sometime later—I don't know how long—I wake to the sensation of his fingers inside me. My eyes flutter open, groggy.
"Theo?"
"Right here, baby."
"What're you—ohh..."
His fingers crook inside me, hitting my g-spot, and pleasure sparks through my body.
"Just touching you. Okay?"
"Mmm... yeah... feels good..."
My hand reaches down, covers his, presses his fingers deeper. "Want you."
"You sure? You're exhausted."
"Don't care. Want you inside me."
His cock throbs against my hip. "Okay, baby. Whatever you want."
He withdraws his fingers and positions himself between my legs. I'm barely awake, eyes half-closed, but I spread for him, inviting. He pushes inside slowly, careful despite my permission.
I gasp. "Ahh... yes..."
"Still sore?"
"A little. But it's good. Keep going."
He thrusts gently, slow and deep, not rough like earlier but tender now.
"Love you," he murmurs, kissing my neck.
"Love you too..."
My arms wrap around him weakly, holding him close even as sleep pulls me back under. Eyes closing again, body relaxing. But my pussy clenches around him, responsive.
"That's it. Just feel me. Let me make you feel good."
"Feels so good... always feels good with you..."
My words slur as sleep claims me again, but I'm smiling, content. Safe. Home.