Verek (Savage Kings MC - South Carolina #3) - Lane Hart Page 0,49
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.