I grip her ass and hoist her up into my arms. Her legs part and wrap around me, her gown falling back to reveal the smooth expanse of her thighs as her center presses against my throbbing cock. She kisses me as I carry her up the stairs, her hands still on my face, her mouth moving easily over mine. I’m trembling with excitement, hardly able to contain the elation I feel.
Upstairs, I go for the second door on the left. With Tess still kissing me, I reach blindly for the handle and throw the door open, walking us into the bedroom. My hands come back on her body, squeezing her curves tightly, still in some disbelief that they’re entirely mine, before I pull her off and drop her onto the mattress beneath me.
She looks dazedly around the room, her expression turning bewildered. “How did Callum know…?”
A displeased rumble echoes in my chest. I crawl over her prone body and trap her beneath me.
“Because if he’d found his wife in the same situation I found mine in, he would have done exactly what I’m about to do now,” I growl. “Don’t say his name again.”
Bending my head, I lick and nip at the faint traces that still remain of the bite mark I left on her weeks ago, raising its color once again. Her anis scent hits my nostrils and dazes me with its potency.
“You smiled at him.” I can’t help the guttural, accusatory note in my voice.
Eyes closed, throat open, lips parted in pleasure, she shakes her head ‘no’ wordlessly.
“I saw you,” I grunt, making my way down her neck to her chest where the corset of her dress pushes up her breasts temptingly. “When will you smile for me?” I question territorially, nipping at the soft skin there.
She whimpers. “It wasn’t for him,” she denies. “I smiled because he mentioned my brother.”
“I can do that too,” I reply, desperate to please. “I can talk about your brother, I can get to know him. I’ll become the best fucking friend he’s ever had if that’s what you want.”
She opens her eyes slowly and smiles at me, those baby blues shining sweetly. “I’d like that.”
I groan, burying my face into the crook of her neck. “¿Qué me estás haciendo?” I mutter.
The giggle she lets loose when my breath hits her skin shoots straight to my cock. Grabbing her by the waist, I flip her onto her stomach. With a gasp, she places her weight on her forearms and arches her spine, her belly pressed against the bed. I’m back over her in an instant, caging her in.
“I can sense everything about you,” I purr. “The steady pick up of your heartbeat, the way your breath hitches, the expansion of your rib cage as you desperately pull in a breath. I’m attuned to every single part of you.”
Starting at her nape, I caress my fingers gently down her bare back, making her shiver. When I come into contact with fabric, I clasp the zipper of her dress and pause.
“I wanted you wearing pink the first time I fucked you,” I rasp moodily. “You took that from me.”
Tess blows out a choked breath when I yank the zipper down roughly, completely exposing her bare back and ass covered in lace underwear. After pushing the sleeves off her arms, I bend and sink my teeth deep into the flesh of her ass. She yelps and rolls onto her back, revealing her almost entirely nude body to me.
Straightening to my full height, I drag in a shuddering breath at the alluring way she looks at me. The squeezing in my chest is violent and such a bad fucking sign, but I can’t get myself to care right now. Fisting the skirt of her gown, I pull it past her legs and completely off her with a tug.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whisper. “I find it hard to breathe when I look at you sometimes.” She blushes. I yank at my bowtie, ripping it from my neck before shrugging off my jacket. I unbutton my white shirt next, looking down at her with barely restrained civility. “Are you ready, amor?”
She licks her lips and nods vigorously. Her pupils dilate dramatically when I shed my shirt, my belt, my shoes and trousers, standing before her in tight black briefs. My cock tents the fabric, straining against it and begging to be let out.
Tess gives a surprised gasp when I wrap my hands around her thighs and tug her to the edge of the bed. Dropping to my knees between her legs, I look up into her heated eyes as I grab her panties between my teeth and slowly pull them off her.
The first lash of my tongue against her pussy makes her squirm. The second makes her cry out. By the third, she’s fisting the bedsheets, her back arched towards the ceiling.
“Hmm, I’ve missed this pussy,” I grunt. “So pretty and wet for me.”
Pulling her lips apart, I expose her swollen clit, trembling and glistening under my perusal. My tongue moves up and down her slit, paying special attention to her entrance but never penetrating her. Two fingers come down and rub her clit. She bucks but I hold her firmly against the mattress. The need to own her body, to get it to sing and fall apart for me, drives me to tongue her folds like a mad man.
“Oh god, Thiago.”
“Tell me.”
“I–” she gasps, gripping my hair. “It’s too much.”
Something about her scent drives me absolutely feral, the little humanity I have receding to the background as the animal comes roaring forward. I can’t get enough of her.
“No, preciosa. This is nothing at all.”
Tickling her entrance with my fingers, I push one in to the hilt. A loud groan rips from her throat as her hips come off the bed. The tightness and warmth of her channel sends fresh arousal to my dick. Turning my face away from her folds, I bite the juicy flesh of her thighs, first one, then the next. Her legs shake on either side of my face. I continue biting up and down her skin, marking up the pale canvas with traces of my passage.
The feverish moans that fall from her lips heat my blood. Staring up into her face, I watch her features flex erratically as I add a second finger next to the first.
“This pussy is so tight, amor. So tight. Don’t you ever fuck your fingers?” I question. “How have you been getting yourself off?”
“A…” She bites her lip and moans when my fingers start to move. “A little vibe.”
“Mhmm,” I rumble, aroused. “You press it against this horny clit?”
The tip of my tongue comes back down on her clit, aggressively flicking the little nub and coaxing a building climax from her.
“Y-yes.”
“When you’re upstairs in your room? While I’m down the hall, lying awake thinking about you?”
“Yes.”
I groan. “Confiscated.”
Tess nods, agreeing blindly. The thrusts of my fingers turn rougher, encouraged by the flustered mewls falling haphazardly from her lips.
“The only vibrators you’re allowed from now on are the ones I’ll use when it’s time for us to play. I’ll stuff your holes so full of them, you’ll forget ever having used one without me.”
She shudders, her words stuttering out when she speaks. “Okay… Oh! What–whatever you say.”
Dark satisfaction slithers through me at her words. “Ride my fingers, amor. Ride them like they’re my cock because that’s what you’re getting next.”
Tess arches her hips and bucks them furiously into my hand, grinding her clit on my palm. Curling my fingers, I brush against a sensitive spot inside her and she groans. The fluttering of her muscles around my fingers tells me she’s on the edge. She throws an arm over her face, shielding herself. I grab her wrist and pin it back down by her side.
“Never hide from me when you’re about to come. I want to see your face, I want to categorize the different expressions that fly across your features every time you fall apart for me.”
“I’m so close,” she pleads.
“Ask me to lick your clit.”
“Please,” she gasps. “Please.”
With a groan of approval I close my lips around her clit and suck the hard, throbbing nub into my mouth. My fingers graze that soft area inside her with rough strokes and she stills. Her eyes fly open and find mine over the mound of her pussy.
There’s a long second where all she does is look at me with stunned eyes, and then I scrape my teeth mercilessly over her clit. She throws her head back and screams, her muscles spasming violently around my digits as she falls apart. I continue finger fucking her through the waves of her climax and long after its done, shoving her off the cliff and straight into a second orgasm.
Standing, I grip one of her thighs in each hand and look down at her. Her head is turned to the side, eyes closed. She’s catching her breath, trying to settle her racing heartbeat and it’s the hottest thing in the fucking world knowing I did that to her.
I pull off my briefs, straightening to find her gaze pinned on my hard cock where it bobs between us. She licks her lips.
“Don’t do that,” I order. Her gaze snaps up to mine. “You want my cock in your pussy don’t you?” She nods and I wrap my fist around my length, stroking it lazily. “Stare at my dick like that again and I’ll shove it down your throat first.”
Her eyes widen before hooding over in arousal and I truly think this girl is going to be the death of me. Dropping a knee down on the bed beneath her bent leg, I drag the head of my cock obscenely up and down her slit, coating myself in her wetness, hyper fixated by the sight of her flesh on mine.
“Wait–”
My eyes snap up. “Don’t even try suggesting condoms.”
She blushes, biting her lip, before admitting, “I’m not on birth control.”
“So?”
“Well, what if–”
“What if you get pregnant?” I finish. My gaze tracks down to where I’m still rubbing my dick against her. Positioning myself against her entrance, I look into her eyes and start to push in. “What if I can’t imagine anything hotter than your belly growing with my child?” I question throatily, my tip breaching her. Her mouth parts in a silent gasp as she looks down at where I’m claiming her tight pussy and making it mine. “My wife, having my baby. That’s exactly what I want every man who’s ever had designs on you to see,” I explain. “No condom.”
She mewls softly and lays back down, brows twisting in concentration as she struggles to take me. “You’re getting ahead of yourself,” she breathes.
I come down over her, bracing my hands on either side of her head. Her eyes fly open when my lips touch hers, claiming them at the same time as I shove forward a few inches.
“Ow,” she whimpers softly against my mouth.
Her pussy is strangling my cock, the pressure so acute that I can barely move. Gripping her thigh, I bend her leg at the knee and hold it against my side, opening her wider for me. I sink further inside her, but am still only about halfway in.
“Relax, amor. Come on, you can take me.”
A shuddering breath tears through her. “I am,” she pants, explaining, “It’s just…it’s been a while.”
I still. Possessiveness rolls down my spine and powers my hips forward until I’m thrusting all the way inside her. She chokes out a stunned breath, eyes locking emotionally on mine. I stay buried impossibly deep, unmoving.
“How long?” I grunt.
Vulnerability shades her eyes. She gasps in a needy breath. “A couple of years.”
The territorial rumble that rips from my chest sounds more animal than man. It might scare her, but I’m powerless to keep it in.
“Same.”
Finding her mouth once more, I kiss her eagerly. I feel her startle against me at my declaration and then she’s cupping my jaw and gently pushing me back.
Disbelief swirls in her eyes. “What did you say?”
Throwing her leg over my shoulder, I pull out until only the tip remains inside her. “I haven’t fucked anyone in almost two years,” I grunt, wrapping my hand over the front of her throat.
“Why?”
“Wasn’t interested,” I answer with a lazy shrug. Rocking my hips forward, I plunge all nine inches back inside her at once, tightening my hand on her throat and adding darkly. “You’ve changed that. Now that I’ve felt how tight this pussy is and heard the way you moan when I sink inside you, I’m afraid I’m going to be insatiable.”
A garbled moan rips from her lips but she doesn’t look away. And when I thrust again, and a third time, and a fourth, my thrusts getting progressively faster and rougher, she never takes her eyes off me.
