As her tongue collides with mine, I try and control myself, to keep my dick in check, but I’m only human. It doesn’t take long before all thoughts of the alphabetized brands of beer I was concentrating on disappear and I’m rock hard underneath Tessa. Not that she seems to mind. When she grinds her pussy down on the bulge of my shaft, I nearly come just from swallowing her moans even though we’re both still fully clothed. Well, Tessa is still in her flannel pajamas while I’m only wearing her cotton shorts.
Nothing else is going to happen tonight, that I’m sure of. But that’s fine. Kissing her, having the weight of her small body moving on top of mine is pure heaven on Earth after not seeing her for so damn long. The urge to grab her ass and press her down harder is strong, but I resist, shoving both of my hands underneath my pillow in order to ensure that they behave.
Tessa’s hands sure aren’t shy, and I love the way it feels when her fingertips alternate between running through my hair and stroking up and down my chest and my biceps raised beside my head.
She gasps against my lips a second before I feel the first tremor in her body, her coming on top of me without penetration or me placing a finger on her. It’s so unbelievably sexy and yet sad that it took so little to get her off, just a little dry humping through our clothes like teenagers.
“It’s been too long. That felt…so good,” Tessa whispers as she collapses on top of me, her head on my chest, lips still softly kissing my neck.
“Your first time since when we were in the hotel shower?” I trail off, remembering how hot it was when she jacked me off and touched herself.
“Yes,” she sighs heavily. “I haven’t been able to on my own yet…”
“Oh we can do so much better than that, sweetheart,” I promise her, hating that she’s been hurting and isn’t able to give herself some relief. I love that she gets off with me. I could happily spend the rest of my life making her come.
“Can we?” she lifts her head to ask, her face so eager for more orgasms that I have to grip the arm of the sofa to keep them underneath my head so I don’t pull her pussy up to my face to lick it right this second.
“Anything you want,” I tell her.
“Oral?” she asks, on the same page with me. And I swear she had to have felt my cock twitch against her stomach at hearing that one word from her mouth.
“I would love nothing more than for you to sit on my face for the rest of the goddamn week,” I admit.
“Oh,” she says, brows lifting in surprise. “That sounds…good too, but I was asking if I could use my mouth on you.”
Again, my cock jerks and lengthens to a record-breaking length and girth under her stomach.
“If that’s…if you want to,” I say as I stop breathing, trying to figure out if she’s serious about doing this.
“I really want to,” Tessa says as her head dips down to place a wet kiss on my neck that I feel all the way down in my heavy balls. My poor boys haven’t seen any action in so long they’re no longer blue with need but a dark shade of purple.
“Okay,” I say while trying not to squirm anxiously like it’s my first time. My eyes close and my fingers grip the sofa arm tighter as Tessa’s mouth moves slowly, so, so slowly, one kiss at a time down my chest, stopping to lick both of my nipples before her tongue twirls teasingly around the lines of my abs and dips into my belly button while pulling the blanket between us down to my calves. When her mouth gets to the pelvic indentions over my hip, it feels like her tongue spends a lifetime there before finally, fucking finally, she tugs the elastic band down on her shorts I’m wearing to free my aching cock.
Tessa wraps her hand firmly around the base of my shaft, and the first swipe of her tongue over my slit has precum seeping out in a gush. Before I can even apologize or be embarrassed by my heightened reaction, Tessa laps the thick liquid up and then sucks on the head of my cock, moaning so hard the vibrations cause my hips to thrust upward.
“Sorry!” I exclaim, my jaw and ass cheeks both clenched tight as I try and calm myself down. “Oh, fuck!” I exclaim to the ceiling when instead of scaring her away, her mouth slides halfway down my shaft, coating my flesh with the slickness from her hot, wet tongue before easing back up.
Up and down she goes, over and over again, further, faster, until I can’t hold off anymore. I could watch her beautiful lips wrapped around my dick all day, but it’s been too long. I need her too badly to last more than a few minutes.
“So good, sweetheart. Can’t take anymore,” I choke out when the sudden threat of my release comes thundering down my spine. Closing my eyes tight, I try to warn her by chanting, “Stop, stop, stop,” as my cock grows a mind of its own, pistoning faster in and out of her slick mouth. “Fuck!” I shout, holding on to the sofa arm for dear life as my back bows off the cushion with the first throbbing pulse of my release. I’m so lost to the onset of full-body quakes that it takes me several seconds to realize Tessa’s mouth is greedily sucking every drop of cum from my cock. Her eyes are shut, cheeks hollowing with the amount of suction she’s exerting, giving me the most amazing blowjob of my life. She’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, this fragile angel who has overcome so much, even forgiving me enough to worship me in such an incredibly intimate way after I caused her the worst pain of her life.
After I’m completely spent, my body sinking limply into the sofa cushions, Tessa finally pulls her mouth off me with a gasp, letting my spent cock slap my stomach, her lips swollen and shiny from our bodies’ mixed fluids. Reaching down, I rub my thumb over them and tell her, “That…was fucking incredible. Thank you, sweetheart.”
Tessa’s tongue wets the pad of my thumb before her heavy eyes meet mine. “I’ve wanted to do that since the first time I saw you.”
“Oh yeah?” I ask with a lazy smile on my face. “Needed some of that Big Dick Energy in your mouth?” I joke.
Her brow furrows before her jaw drops comically, making me yearn for her amazing mouth again already. “How did you…”
Dipping my thumb into her still-gaping mouth to wet it on her tongue, I then rub it back and forth over her bottom lip. “I read these sexy lips at the club. Is it as big as you hoped?”
“Bigger,” she says with her teeth biting down gently on my thumbnail. “That day in the hotel shower? I remember being surprised that you kept getting longer and thicker the entire time I touched you.”
“Guess I’m a grower not a shower,” I tease.
“Don’t try and be modest. You’re both,” she says with a smile.
“If you say so,” I agree. “Now, are you going to sit on my face and let me lick your pussy or not?” I ask.
Tessa’s eyes lower before she answers. “Maybe later.”
“Okay,” I reply, wishing she was ready for that but knowing I can’t rush her.
“Want to come to bed for a few hours?” she asks instead. “I’ve missed spooning you.”
“Me too, even though we only did that once,” I admit.
Tessa smiles as she climbs off me, then takes my hand to lead me into her bedroom.
She slides underneath the covers and scoots over to make room for me, without letting my hand go. I climb in and then turn my back to her so she can get comfortable behind me. Her small arms come around me, holding on tight as the front of her body becomes flush with my backside. The lips of an angel couldn’t feel as amazing as Tessa’s on my tattoo, right over my Savage Kings ink, as I cover her hand with mine.