10. Tessa #2
"Mmm—" The sound rumbles through his chest, a low vibration I can feel even from here, but his eyes stay closed. His breathing hitches just slightly.
I work him with my mouth, taking him as deep as I can manage without gagging.
My hand wraps around the base where I can't reach, stroking in rhythm with my mouth.
Saliva makes everything slick and wet, and the obscene sounds fill the quiet room—wet sucking, the slide of my hand, my own muffled breathing through my nose.
His breathing changes gradually, becomes heavier and less even. One hand moves in his sleep, fingers tangling loosely in my hair. The touch is gentle, unconscious, but it makes me suck harder.
I swirl my tongue around the sensitive head, feeling him pulse against me, before taking him deep again. His cock throbs on my tongue, and I know he's close even in sleep. I can feel it in the tension building in his thighs, the way his fingers tighten almost imperceptibly in my hair.
But I want something else. Something more.
I release him with a final long lick from base to tip, then crawl up his body. I position myself carefully over his hips, straddling him, one hand reaching down to guide his cock to my entrance. My other hand braces on his chest for balance.
I'm already wet from earlier, from the anticipation of this moment, from the thrill of taking what I want. I sink down slowly, feeling every thick inch stretch me open. The sensation is overwhelming—the fullness, the slight burn, the perfect pressure.
"Ahh—" The moan escapes despite my attempt to stay quiet. My breath catches in my throat.
He's so deep like this. The angle lets his cock hit places inside me that make my toes curl, places that send sparks of pleasure radiating outward.
I brace both hands on his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath my palms, and start to move.
Rising and falling in a steady rhythm, I take him over and over, feeling him slide through my wetness.
His fingers tighten slightly in my hair, a reflexive movement, but his eyes stay closed. He's lost in whatever dream he's having—or maybe he's aware on some level of what I'm doing to him, his body responding even as his mind sleeps.
I ride him faster, chasing my own pleasure now. His cock fills me perfectly with each downward stroke, stretching my pussy, making me feel claimed even as I'm the one taking. I clench around him deliberately, muscles gripping and releasing, milking his shaft.
"Fuck—Tessa?—"
His voice is rough, thick with sleep and confusion and pleasure. I look down and his eyes are open, hazy and unfocused, trying to make sense of what's happening.
"What—" The question cuts off abruptly as his hips thrust up involuntarily, driving even deeper inside me. The movement makes me gasp.
"Shh," I whisper, rolling my hips in a slow circle. "Just feel."
"Fuck—baby—" His hands move to grip my hips, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks. I know he's close. I can feel his cock swell inside me, pulsing against my inner walls.
"Come for me," I breathe, leaning down so my lips brush his ear. "Fill my pussy."
That does it. He comes with a low, guttural groan, hips jerking up sharply as his cock pulses inside me. I feel the hot rush of his cum flooding my pussy, marking me from the inside, and the sensation makes me moan too.
"Jesus—" He's fully awake now, eyes dark and intense as they focus on my face. "Did you just?—"
"Yes." I'm still moving, working myself slowly on his softening cock, relishing the slick slide of him through his own cum. "You've done it to me so many times. Thought I'd return the favor."
"Fuck." He sits up abruptly, hands sliding up my back to pull me closer. His skin is hot against mine, both of us sweating. "That's the hottest thing—" His mouth finds mine, the kiss deep and consuming. He tastes like sleep and desire, his tongue claiming my mouth the way I just claimed his body.
He's hardening again inside me already, his recovery time ridiculous. Within minutes, I feel him swell to full hardness again, stretching me.
"My turn." He flips us suddenly with a show of strength that makes my stomach flip, pinning me beneath him. His cock never leaves my pussy, staying buried deep. "Gonna fuck you properly now."
"Theo—"
He pulls out almost completely and slams back in with one hard thrust, making me cry out. The force of it drives the air from my lungs. "This what you wanted? To wake me up with my cock buried in your tight cunt?"
"Yes—oh God?—"
He sets a punishing pace immediately, hips snapping forward with each thrust. The wet sounds of his cock fucking my cum-filled pussy fill the room, obscene and perfect. I can feel his previous load leaking out around his shaft, making everything slicker.
"So fucking perfect. Taking my cock so well." He hooks my legs over his shoulders, changing the angle completely. Now he's hitting impossibly deep, the head of his cock pressing against my cervix with each thrust, making me see stars.
"Ahh—ahh—ahh—" I can barely form words, overwhelmed by the sensation of being filled so completely, so thoroughly used.
"That's it. Take it. Take every inch of my cock." His voice is rough, commanding, and it sends heat flooding through me.
His words push me closer to the edge. I'm so full of him, stretched and claimed and completely his. My pussy clenches around him involuntarily.
"Gonna come on my cock, baby? Gonna squeeze this dick with your tight pussy?"
"Yes—yes—please—" I'm begging now, desperate for release.
He reaches between us with one hand, finds my swollen clit. He rubs harsh circles that make my vision blur, the pressure rough and perfect.
"Come. Now."
I shatter instantly, back arching off the bed. My pussy clenches around his cock in rhythmic spasms, gripping him so tight I feel every pulse, every throb. Pleasure crashes over me in waves.
"Fuck—yes—" He thrusts through my orgasm, prolonging it, each movement sending another jolt of sensation through my oversensitized body. "Milk my cock. Take my cum."
He comes again with a groan that echoes through the room, cock pulsing inside me. I feel the hot rush as he fills me with another load, mixing with the first, so much that it leaks out around him.
We collapse together afterward, both of us sweaty and satisfied and breathing hard. He's still inside me, softening slowly, and I can feel the wet mess between my legs.
"Best wake-up call ever," he murmurs against my hair, his breath warm on my scalp.
I laugh breathlessly, still trying to catch my breath. "Glad you approve."
He pulls out carefully, and immediately I feel his cum leak from my well-used pussy, warm and thick. He reaches for the tissues on the nightstand and cleans us both gently, his touch tender now in contrast to the roughness from moments ago.
Then he pulls me against his chest, wrapping his arms around me and tucking me into his body. I can hear his heartbeat under my ear, steady and strong.
"Love you, Mrs. Blackwood."
"Not Mrs. Blackwood yet," I remind him, though the words make me smile.
"Soon." He kisses my temple, his lips soft. "Get some sleep, baby."
I curl into him, feeling safe and loved and completely his. The room is quiet now except for our breathing, and within minutes, exhaustion pulls me under. I drift off listening to his heartbeat.
Tomorrow we'll wake up and do it all over again. Build our life together, one perfect day at a time.
But for now, I sleep in the arms of the man I love. The man who claimed me, possessed me, and made me his in every way that matters.