~Fifteen~
Hearing Tessa’s voice was one thing that I would never get tired of. As I stood just outside the doorway to the bathroom, I could hear her humming what sounded like a lullaby of some sort. The tune was very soothing, one I had never heard before. Tapping lightly on the wall, I waited until she saw me before I entered her tranquil place. A mischievous smile accented her already beautiful face, which caused a sensation in my groin that I was all too familiar with whenever she was around.
Taking a seat on the rim of the large tub, I took the sponge that she had in her hand and began cleansing her back as she leaned forward. Her skin was so silky smooth, and it never ceased to amaze me just how soft it truly was. When she resumed her humming, I couldn’t help but ask, “What is the name of the song you are humming?”
Looking over to me, she stated, “I’m really not sure. I have been humming it for years, but could never find the name of it.”
“Well, it is very beautiful,” I admitted. “And your voice is just as beautiful.”
There was a pink glow that took over her face and I knew that she was a little embarrassed by my compliment. She had no reason to feel that way. I could listen to her voice forever.
Dipping the sponge in the water to rinse off the soap, I realized the water was no longer hot and was more on the side of lukewarm. Tessa must have been bathing for some time for the water to get so cold. Gathering the towel that she had placed on the counter, I stood from the rim of the tub and waited for her to get out. To my disbelief there was a scar on her shoulder blade that was hidden under the length of her hair. I don’t know how I could have missed it before.
As I wrapped my towel around her shoulders, I asked her as tactfully as I could, “Where did you get that nasty scar?”
Her body immediately tensed, and it was then that I knew she didn’t want to talk about it. When she said, “It’s from a childhood fall,” I almost believed her, only the scar looked to be fresh and still in the healing stage. The way she walked away from me also made me question her explanation. She was avoiding this conversation. Even though she thought she could escape, she was sadly mistaken.
Reaching out to her before she was out of my grasp, I pulled her close to me and planted a dominant kiss on her lips. Immediately she melted into my body and the towel that she had secured around her body fell away, leaving her completely exposed. My hands were on the globes of her ass in an instant, lifting her from the floor. The scent of peaches and something else consumed my senses as I buried my face in her damp hair. Everything about her was as feminine as could be; delicate and strong just the same.
Placing her body on the crisp white comforter, I nestled between her legs ready to consume every inch of her. There was a purr in her voice as I captured her nipple with my mouth. Her breasts were round and full as I caressed and squeezed them with my hands. My tongue couldn’t help but tease the taut peak of her perfectly round nipple, circling the hard bud, making it even harder.
Tessa’s body began to squirm beneath me, letting me know that soon she would crave the feel of my cock embedded deep inside her. Kissing my way down her body, I gave her a quick taste of what I wanted to do to her before pushing from the bed to free my body of my clothes. No way was there going to be anything between us. I wanted to feel her soft skin against mine as I stuck my cock deep inside her.
Preparing myself to take her, I placed my hands on her knees and spread her legs apart. Her womanhood was a sight to behold as her essence glistened between her folds. Positioning my body between the valley of her thighs, I lifted her hips, allowing the access that I needed to drink up every drop of her sweet nectar. The scent of her was so intoxicating, I thought for sure that the latex sheathing my cock would rip in two. My animal craving took over as a delicious shudder shot through her, giving me another serving of her divine honey. Never had anything tasted so sweet.
Adjusting my body, I slowly entered her. Her walls tightened around me, pulling me deeper and deeper inside. The feeling was a mixture of pain and pleasure. Pain, because it took everything I had to hold back my release, and the undeniable pleasure of being encapsulated in her warmth. With each smooth, slippery stroke, my willpower was tested. Her walls were like a vise and her moans of pleasure were like a power switch shooting a current of sweet ecstasy through my body. She was in control of my desire and this was something no other woman ever had.
Rolling from her body, I took her in my arms and held her until my breath finally evened out. Kissing her on the forehead, my eyes were finally in focus as I said, “What are you doing to me, Tessa?”
There was only a moment of silence before she said, “I need something to drink.”
It was not the response I had been looking for, but in any case, I could use something to drink as well. “Stay here, I’ll get us something to drink and snack on.” I wasn’t just offering to be a gentleman, I needed to get my head clear. Tessa had done something to me that I swore no woman would ever do. I was beginning to have real feelings for her. I knew what it meant, I just didn’t know if I was ready to share my life with her. More than that, I wasn’t sure if I was ready to tell her about my past.
As I headed down the steps and to the kitchen, I could hear Jonathan talking with someone. I knew that he was alone, so he had to have been talking on his cell. The conversation sounded pretty intense and it piqued my curiosity to find out what was being said. Standing outside the door in only my boxers, I prayed that Agnes didn’t decide that she needed a late-night snack as well.
Pressing my body to the wall. I pushed the door open slightly from a crack to get a better indication of what was being said. The longer I listened, I could tell that Jonathan must have been talking to a man. I didn’t know of too many women being called “a stupid boy,” which was what he had called the man on the other end. As I continued to hone in on the conversation, it was clear that whoever he was yelling at was someone he was not happy with. When the name Nikolai came up, I knew exactly who he was talking to. It was then that I knew he had lied to me about knowing Kyle.
The call ended, and I was still standing outside the door. I wasn’t sure what I was waiting for, but I knew unless I wanted to get caught eavesdropping on his conversation, I better move. As quietly as I could, I headed to the kitchen to get the drink that I initially set out for, only this time it was going to be a lot stronger than water.
When I got back to the room with our drinks and a plate of strawberries and a variety of cheeses, Tessa had fallen asleep and was cuddled comfortably beneath the covers. There was no way I could wake her, given how sweet she looked lying there. Her silky brown hair flowed across the pillow almost like it was carefully positioned in a photogenic way. Placing the items on the nightstand, I snuggled in beside her, careful not to wake her up. Then the unexpected happened as she turned her body towards me and placed her head on my bare chest. Her hair spread across my skin and the fruity scent once again filled my senses, causing a chain reaction that sent a surge straight to my cock. Her hand moved down my body, where my scar was, but nothing was said as she caressed the healed cut.
Dipping lower down the bed, getting comfortable myself, I kissed the top of Tessa’s head and said in a soft voice, “Night, baby.”
Her head turned slightly, and the feel of her soft lips brushed across my skin as she whispered, “Night.”
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I must have been more tired than I had initially thought, because I hadn’t moved an inch when my eyes sprung to life. My arm had fallen asleep sometime during the night and the kink I had in my neck was beginning to make itself known. Tessa was still sleeping against me and the warmth of her head against my chest made me never want to move again. Regretfully, I realized I needed to move. Sliding from beneath her, I placed my pillow under her head and walked to the bathroom so I could take care of business.
Taking a quick shower before she woke up, I got dressed and took the plate of what was now a dried-up mess and headed to the kitchen. I knew that Agnes would be up making something wonderful for breakfast. I was pretty sure that she would assist me in doing something that I would have never done for any other woman. Breakfast in bed would be something so out of character for me, but somehow, it just seemed right with Tessa.
Just as I had expected, Agnes was busy making breakfast, which consisted of freshly cut fruit, Canadian bacon, eggs garnished with some sort of spice, and oven-browned potatoes that smelled amazing. Giving her a “Good morning,” I smiled down at her and asked, “I need you to help me with something. I’ve never taken breakfast to a woman before and I want this to be perfect.”
“I think it is very romantic of you. I’m sure Tessa will love it, no matter what,” she assured me.
Gathering everything that she thought was needed, Agnes began placing the items on a linen-covered tray. Adding her own little touch, she found a small vase, filled it with water, and took one of the white roses from the arrangement she had planned to set on the dining table. It was amazing what she did with the breakfast tray. It looked like it was made for a queen. The queen being Tessa.
“That should do it. Now go and impress your sweetheart,” Agnes ordered tenderly as she lifted the tray from the counter and held it for me to take. Even though I hadn’t known her very long, if I could have had what I wanted, I would have wanted her as my mother.