When she arched her back as he rolled one nipple, David let out a tortured groan. His head dropped to her breast, and he took her other nipple in his mouth. The warm heat was wonderful, yet not enough. She needed so much more from him.
Needed everything.
“David, Professor,” she moaned.
“I wanted to go slow,” he panted against her breast. “But you tempt me.” He bit her nipple, a small punishment.
In response, Tessa wrapped one leg against his hip and tried to jerk him forward. That earned her a bite on the other nipple that had her groaning her frustration. But as he soothed that hurt with his tongue, his hand slid down her body and finally, finally between her legs.
She knew she was wet. Every time she shifted her weight from foot to foot she could feel how wet the insides of her thighs were getting. Her clit was pulsing in time with her heartbeat, and when his fingers found the nub and started to circle it, the spike of pleasure was so sharp she thought for a moment she’d orgasm from his mere touch.
No man had ever made her feel this needy this fast. If he could do this to her with no more than his words, a piece of paper, and some men’s accessories, what would it be like to submit to him in a club? Where he had access to toys and tools.
She’d probably explode.
She was going to explode now.
“I’m close,” she panted.
“Damn it, me too. I want…I want to do more to you. I want to take my time but I…” With a groan David jerked back. Before she could protest, he was yanking a condom from his pocket. She got only the barest glimpse of his dick as he pulled it out of his pants and rolled the condom on. Then his big body was pressing her back against the bedpost. Trapping her, but she didn’t want to escape.
“Tessa…” Her name was a benediction on his lips.
“Please.” It was the only word she could manage, but it was enough.
David grabbed her hips, lifting her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. The head of his cock bumped her clit then slid down the valley of her pussy.
“I’m not going to be gentle,” he warned her.
“Fuck me, Professor.” She didn’t want gentle. She wanted him raw and hard and male. She wanted this side of the man every bit as much as she was coming to need the intellectual, thoughtful side.
David surged into her, his big, thick cock filling her with one hard thrust. The sudden penetration. The fullness. It was nearly enough to take her over the edge.
She twisted her wrists, wiggling them out from under the strap so that instead of holding her wrists in place she was using it as a handle, her arm muscles tense as she held on tight.
David hitched her further up the smooth post and adjusted the angle of their bodies enough for him to slip a hand between them. His thumb touched her clit, and that was all she needed.
Tessa’s back arched as she screamed between gritted teeth. The orgasm was sharp and hot. As sudden and fierce as a summer storm, and every bit as powerful. Her pussy clenched down on his cock, and she heard him groan, felt him speed up his thrusts. She wrapped her legs tighter around him as her orgasm went on and on, intensified and bolstered by his own.
She could have stayed in that moment, locked in his arms, knowing, feeling that he was just as affected by her as she was by him, but nothing lasted forever. Not even the best orgasm of her life.
David let out a long, groaning breath, leaning his temple against hers.
“Holy shit,” he muttered.
“Mmm,” she agreed.
“Give me a second and I’ll untie…”
She released the makeshift strap and wrapped her arms around him.
“…or you can get yourself out,” he finished with a chuckle.
To her surprise, David grabbed her ass and, with the head of his cock still inside her, took two steps to the side and flopped back onto the mattress, her on top.
“That…didn’t go exactly as planned. But it was really, really hot.” He peered up at her, clearly waiting for a response.
She could still feel him inside her. “You didn’t even get out of your clothes.”
“Well,” David said at last. “I think it’s clear we’ll have to do that again, since what just happened didn’t satisfy either of our objectives.”
“What are you talking about?”
He grinned, shifting easily from the hard-voiced top to the adorable, sexy, cuddly man she’d known he would be. “You said throw down…but we had sex standing up. Doesn’t count.”
“Semantics? Really?”
“And I…well, I barely even got to start my study.” He slid a finger down her bare side, and it lit up every nerve ending in her body. “I’m not ready to give up on my study of Tessa.”
She started to move, letting his cock slide in and out again.
She wasn’t ready to give up on him yet.
She might never be.
Chapter Seven
David felt Tessa move in his arms, the soft morning light from the windows giving the whole bedroom a dewy glow.
Her hair had gone everywhere. He was caught in it, the long tresses laid out over his chest and arms.
She was way cuddlier than he would have imagined. She sighed and rubbed her cheek against his chest, her legs moving against his.
He’d had her three times the night before, and his dick should still be sleeping, but nope. His dick—which so often took a backseat to his brain—was standing at attention and demanding to take the lead this morning.
His dick had taken over, and he hadn’t even worked through half his list. He’d meant to make a long, slow study of her nipples, to test how sensitive they were and what kind of play they responded to.
His dick just wanted to fuck her again.
“Did we sleep in?” Her eyes came open, and she yawned against the back of her hand.
“It’s not too late.” He didn’t want her to think he was eager to be anywhere but here. In between bouts of sex, they’d talked. The conversation had been an easy flow of their own personal histories. He was sure she would have told him she was only talking, but he’d been soaking her in, learning about her life. Becoming closer and closer to her.
She blinked and looked up at him, and he saw the moment Doubting Tessa showed up. He’d decided there were two Tessas—the one who teased him and kept getting closer and closer, and the one who remembered what it felt like to cancel a wedding for four hundred of North Texas’s elite.
The key was to get Doubting Tessa to stop thinking. When she went on instinct they were good.
He kissed her, meshing their mouths together in a luxurious embrace. She immediately went soft in his arms, and their legs tangled together.
When he started to move down her body, she rolled over and let him.
“You’re going to kiss me every time I start to get weird about this, aren’t you?”
She was a smart girl. He kissed his way down her neck. “What’s weird about it? This feels perfectly natural to me.”
She sighed. “I work with your brother.”
“And it would be weird if he was here with us, but he’s not. And he won’t make fun of you or act like an idiot if he finds out we’ve slept together. He’ll just try to get you to feed him if he finds you at my place. Don’t give in. He’s an adult, and he knows how to make ramen. If he whines too much, put in earbuds. He’ll get the message.” He kissed his way over her skin, pausing above her nipple. “But that won’t be a problem because we’re not going to have a relationship after next Sunday. So relax and enjoy the time we do have.”