Page 53 of California Dreaming

Once she had him naked, he decided enough was enough—it was time to take back the control and show Tessa the pleasure he could give her. He grabbed her by the waist and rolled her over so that he could reach her soft lips.

He parted her lips with his tongue and then gently stroked it over hers. She moaned into his mouth, and he relished the sound. Laying her down, he returned to worshipping each part of her body.

She had given him the most incredible day, had shared her private passion for art with him, and now he wanted to show her what all this meant to him. What she meant to him. He wanted her to have all the bliss she deserved, and more.

“Tessa,” he murmured, then took her breast into his mouth. She shuddered in response, and he teased her sensitive skin with his tongue, feeling it harden at his touch. She arched her back, and he used the space to draw her even closer. As he drew small circles around the taut peak of her breast, she moaned, and when he moved to the other breast, he heard her whisper his name.

“Archer,” she breathed.

Never had he responded so strongly to the call of his name. He cupped both breasts now, showering them with kisses. He longed to hear her say his name again. Louder, stronger. He wanted her to cry out his name in utter ecstasy as she climaxed for him, over and over.

She rocked her hips beneath him, and the sensation of their bodies moving in sync made his heart pound. He gasped as she clasped her hands around his lower back and urged him to move closer to her.

“I want to feel you,” she whispered.

He wanted to feel her, too, but he couldn’t let himself give in to the temptation just yet. He needed to taste her first.

He moved down to slip between her legs, and now it was his turn to moan as she parted her thighs for him, offering herself to him in the most intimate way possible.

He kissed her sex, slowly, gently, feeling her warmth and inhaling her sweet scent before allowing himself a taste. Her moans spurred him on, and he felt like an Olympic champion accepting a gold medal for making her feel so good.

When he finally used his tongue, he lost himself in her honey elixir. Her thighs trembled around his ears, and he let himself go, touching her in every way he knew possible, determined to feel and hear her climax.

Only when her hips rocked against his mouth, and her shudders became stronger did he use his hands as well. And then he felt her grip him with all her might, and he knew she was about to tip over the edge.

“My God,” she cried out. “Oh, Arch, yes! More, please. I need more!”

He gave her everything he had, following the waves of her orgasm until her body calmed and her muscles relaxed. Once he knew that every ounce of pleasure had flowed through her, he moved back up her body, stroking her hair away from her forehead. Slowly, she opened her beautiful eyes, wide with wonder.

“That was…” She trailed off. “So good. I don’t even have the words to tell you how good I feel.”

He smiled and brushed her flushed cheek with his hand. “You don’t need to say a word for me to know. I felt it in every shudder. I heard it in every moan. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of you, Tessa.”

As if his words had sparked even more passion, she pulled him in for another long, hot kiss. And although it took every ounce of self-control, he wouldn’t let his animal instincts take over. Instead, he leaned across and opened his bedside drawer, where he’d stashed a packet of condoms in hopes that this moment would happen.

He ripped open the package, but then she took it from him to slowly slide protection onto his erection.

And then, straight out of his dreams, she took him into her hands and guided him into her.

Again, he wanted to ravage her, but he held himself back, wanting the pleasure to last for both of them. He moved slowly so that she could feel every inch of him.

“You really do have a gentle touch,” she whispered into his ear. “You know when to be gentle, and you know when to take control.” She gave him a small smile, one that was full of lust, even as she said, “Just like when you’re washing dishes.”

He smiled, too, then, and knew it was the moment to take her fully.

In one hard thrust, he was inside of her. It was, he thought wildly, the only place he ever wanted to be again.

She cried out his name, and they moved together in a unison he’d never experienced before. He kissed her mouth passionately, and their lips stayed locked as he felt her inner muscles tighten around him. Only once she climaxed so beautifully beneath him did he give in to his own pleasure.

His mind was utterly, completely blown. He’d never felt so good in all his life. Not until Tessa had found her way into his home, his heart, and now his bed.

When the sensations subsided, he opened his eyes to find her gazing dreamily at him. He kissed her nose, her cheeks, and her mouth again before he rolled onto his side to face her.

Tessa looked completely dazed in the aftermath of their lovemaking. It was adorable and deliciously sexy all at the same time.

“I never knew sex could be like that,” she said in a soft voice.

He brushed the backs of his knuckles over her cheek. He felt the same way, and he wanted to tell her that what they’d just experienced together wasn’t just sex—they had made love to each other. But he instinctively knew that hearing the word love, even in the context of hot sex, would freak her out. And he didn’t want to ruin the moment by accidentally moving too fast.

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