Chapter 24

Tessa

 

 

I can’t describe what I was feeling. Nervous—definitely. Excited—absolutely. My body was humming with need and desire, but there was that one little part of me screaming that this was probably the dumbest thing I had ever done.

I don’t care. I’m not turning back now. I parked my car behind his in the driveway, hesitating for a moment before climbing out. He stood there waiting for me, and I knew he was giving me a last out. We stare at each other in the driveway under the glare of a streetlight.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said and followed him up the path. I scanned the very plain yard and quickly noticed it was devoid of color. There wasn’t a single flower in a pot or in the ground. Not even that grass I saw in so many yards. His yard is like him—devoid of color or excitement.

I stood behind him, doing my best to calm my racing heart as I waited for him to unlock the door. He pushed it open, stepped inside and turned to me.

I stared. My mouth suddenly went dry. Did I dare? He held out his hand, I looked at it and made up my mind. Reaching out, I took his hand in my own. He pulled me in and shut the door with a quiet thud, then flipped on a small lamp on a table in the entryway. It cast a yellow glow around the room, but I didn’t get a chance to look around.

His lips slammed into mine, pushing me into the door he had closed. My libido went from zero to one hundred within a split second. My arms wrapped around his neck, pulling his head closer to mine. I wanted to get even closer. There were too many clothes between us. I pulled away an inch, giving me enough space to run my hand up under his shirt.

He grabbed my wrists. “Wait,” he breathed against my lips.

“What?” I said, stopping all movement. He couldn’t mean to have a change of heart now.

“I need you to know something,” he said, pulling away further.

I wanted to cry out and bring him back to me, but he was still holding both of my wrists.

“What?” I repeated.

“I-I haven’t been with anybody since my wife died.”

I wasn’t sure what to think or do. I knew he wanted me. That had to mean something if he hadn’t slept with anyone in four years. I went with my gut.

“I’ll be gentle,” I said, with a saucy smile.

He growled low in his throat. “No, you won’t.”

He was pulling me down the hall, his hands around my waist as he walked backward, kissing me the entire way. My own need for him was driven higher by his need for me. It was the most erotic thing I have ever experienced. My body felt like molten lava bending and melting into him.

“Turn around,” he demanded.

I opened my eyes and did as he asked. We were in his room. I didn’t get the chance to take it all in because I was immediately distracted by his mouth on the side of my neck trailing a hot line down my collarbone with his tongue. I bent my neck to one side, clearing the way for him. He grabbed my hips and thrust against me.

“Ian,” I moaned, needing him more than I had ever needed anything in my life.

His mouth was back at my neck, nibbling, sucking and making me so wet I could practically feel it running down my inner thigh.

His mouth was on the back of my neck, and within seconds, the front of my dress dropped, exposing my breasts. His hands immediately moved up and cupped each breast while he suckled on my neck.

“Fuck,” he muttered in my ear. “I’m so hot for you, Tessa. I want to worship your body, but I—” His words were cut off when I pressed my ass into his straining erection. I wanted him as bad as he wanted me. My hands drifted behind me, cupped his crotch through the jeans and squeezed.

“I can’t,” he said, a moment before he spun me around, tugging my dress down, only to get hung up on the belt around my waist.

“Tessa!” he said in a frantic voice so filled with desire. “Take off the fucking belt, or I swear to God I’ll tear this dress off you.”

My hands quickly went to my waist, fumbling to undo the clasp. I wanted to please him in every way, and if that meant breaking my pretty little belt, so be it. It finally gave way, and his hands were tugging my dress down. Within seconds, I was standing there in my lacy black thong and my high heel shoes. Nothing else. I felt like the sexiest woman in the whole world.

He stood back, admiring my body a moment before he pulled off his shirt. I lunged at him, undoing the button fly on his jeans. I started to kick off my heels, but he stopped me.

“Leave them,” he said, in a guttural tone that sent a shiver of need racing down my spine. I nodded, waiting for him to make the next move.

He stripped down to his boxers, and I got a brief look at his chest with the tiny trail of hair down his flat stomach. I wanted to lick that area, but it would have to wait. Ian was not in the state of mind to play much longer. His green eyes were dark and filled with desire.

“I’m ready,” I whispered when he stepped closer to me, tentatively at first before succumbing to the raging need we both felt.

I could feel him shaking as his hands moved to my hips and he pulled me in close before grinding his erection into my center. His mouth came down on mine as he pushed me back the few inches to his bed. When my legs connected with the mattress, his hand moved to the small of my back as he lowered me down with great care, as if I were a fragile piece of glass.

I scooted back on the bed, and my hands ran up and down his sides before I grabbed his very tight ass and pulled him into me. My legs opened, giving him unobstructed access. His mouth dropped to my left breast. The sensation nearly drove me over the edge. My hands were on his back, clawing, kneading in time with the sucking and kissing.

My body needed him, and it needed all of him now. I hooked my thumbs in his briefs and started to tug them down. He refused to move enough for me to get them off. I took matters into my own hands—literally. I squeezed my hand between our bodies, found what I was looking for and carefully cupped him in my hand before running my closed hand up the length of him. I gently rubbed my finger over his tip and smiled when I felt that first drop of moisture.

He bucked, giving me enough leeway to tug the briefs down low enough. I deftly used the heels of my shoes to pull his underwear the rest of the way down his long legs.

He stopped licking my nipple and met my eyes. “That was talent right there. How attached are you to these panties?” he asked, running a hand between us and over the small patch of fabric hiding my core. The touch was nothing more than a gentle stroke, but it was nearly my undoing.

I couldn’t speak. I moved my head back and forth on the bed, giving him permission to do as he pleased. My hand went back to his cock and squeezed before sliding up and down once and then twice. He got the message. I heard a small tear and felt the string that went around my hips go tight a brief second before I felt nothing at all. I was bare. I grabbed him again, trying to pull him in. He arched up and away from my hand and where I needed him.

My body immediately thrust upwards, demanding he dive in.

“Not yet,” he groaned, reaching down to part my folds. “Holy fuck, you’re so wet.”

I murmured something; I don’t even know what. I knew I was. I was beyond ready for him. His finger softly probed, but he refused to push in.

“Please,” I whispered.

“Not yet,” he said again, keeping his finger slightly in, but refusing to go any further.

The pleasure coming from that one finger alone was making me delirious. I arched my back, enough to slide the finger in an inch more. He moved upward, pressing the inserted finger against my clit before using his thumb to apply pressure on top.

“Oh. My. God!” I screamed, unable to stop the climax that had me bucking against him, my head writhing back and forth on the bed.

He didn’t move; he kept his thumb and finger where they were, pushing against the swollen nub.

“That’s one,” he whispered, withdrawing his finger, trailing it up my stomach leaving a wet trail behind. He dropped his head to my belly and began to lick where his finger had traced up my body, stopping between my breasts. He blew on the area, igniting my passion all over again. I wanted to pleasure him, but I couldn’t move. My body was still limp from the climax that had caused me to do something I had never done before—scream out in pleasure. I wasn’t a screamer, but Ian seemed to draw it out of me.

He began another trail of delicate kisses over my entire torso before he slowly made his way back down. I instinctively jerked away. It was too intimate. I couldn’t let—

“Ohhh,” I wailed as his mouth closed over me. His tongue split me in two, deftly finding that oh-so-sensitive spot. He began sucking, gently and then hard, then plied me with kisses. My toes were curling in the shoes he insisted I keep on. My body was so taut I had a brief thought that my bones might shatter.

My undoing was the moment he slid a finger in before he licked that tiny kernel. I screamed again as the climax rolled over me. I felt as if I were caught in a tidal wave. My body was bucking and thrashing uncontrollably as he lapped and suckled at me.

I was spent. I couldn’t move my arms. My legs felt like pudding. Every inch of my body was tingling and hypersensitive. Even the blanket under me was causing me to squirm.

His mouth was back on mine, and I could taste myself.

“You taste so sweet, Tessa, I could eat you for days,” he whispered before moving to my neck.

My legs went around him, pulling him towards me. “Now, Ian. Please, I need to feel you inside me,” I begged.

“Now, Tessa,” he said, a split second before he lunged so hard it scooted me up the bed several inches.

“Fuck me. I knew it would be this good,” he murmured before withdrawing and plunging in again and again. The powerful thrusts rubbed against that swollen nub. The repeated motion created that now familiar sensation that started in my toes and spiraled out through the rest of my body.

“Ready?” he murmured softly into my mouth.

I nodded, unable to speak. He withdrew, leaving me feeling empty before slowly pushing in. Sweet ecstasy zipped through my body, penetrating me to my very core. I felt him coming; his body began pushing harder and faster as his climax took over. He was out of control. I rode it out with him, squeezing every hard inch of him, milking him until the last drop.

“Sweet Jesus,” he said, kissing me before rolling to the side.

I was left speechless and spent.

“Stay,” he said, barely above a whisper.

“I can’t. I have to go home, Ian. We have class in the morning, and my car is in your driveway,” I reminded him.

I managed to get up, standing on legs that felt like butter. It was a delicious sensation, and I knew I was going to sleep well. I quickly dressed, while he watched me.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I told him, giving him a quick kiss and making a hasty exit. The ride home was filled with replays and plenty of doubts. I prayed everything would work out. One beautiful night of glorious sex did not make up for the past four years of my education being wiped away.