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With his hands on either side of my legs, he pulls me down hard, and wastes no time seeking out my throbbing clit. He draws circles around it with his tongue like I had been torturing him earlier. Just as I start to adjust to the pattern, he starts to alternate between that and fucking me with his tongue. I hold onto the headboard like he said, and all thoughts, except for the feelings he is giving me leave my mind. I mindlessly grind myself on him, and he pulls me down each time to encourage me to ride him harder.

He feasts on me. There's just no other way to describe it. He licks me as if he is starved for the taste of my skin. The sounds he makes would have embarrassed me before. He doesn't try and hide the slurping sounds because of how wet he has made me. I'm surprised I’m this turned on, considering how reticent I was just yesterday.

I feel the climax start to build, and it startles me a little bit. I squeeze my thighs around his head and he groans. He pulls harder and I wonder how he can even breathe. He doesn’t seem the slightest bit concerned as he increases the speed and the pressure he’s using to work my pussy. I have to hold onto the headboard for dear life because every cell in my body is exploding into brilliant, bright, sparkling fireworks. When it all becomes too much, I scream, and feel like my entire being is transported to another dimension. I somehow have enough mental capacity left to lean to the side when I collapse so I don’t crush him.

When my vision returns to normal, I look over and catch him looking at me. His face is glistening with the evidence of my climax, and I find it doesn't bother me. I’m amused at how proud he is of himself. He makes to kiss me, and I halfheartedly push him away until he rolls over and wipes his face on the sheets. I make a mental note to change those later. Much later, because we are far from done.

ChapterSixteen

FORD

The only badthing about Tessa being in charge is that now that I've tongue fucked her boneless, I have to wait for her to recover. Meanwhile, I lay here hard as marble, and suffering from a raging case of blue balls. My eyes slide over her smooth skin, which doesn't make my situation easier, but what an amazing sight.

“What are you doing?” she asks me with a hint of amusement in her voice.

I slide my hand down her back and over her ass. “Enjoying the view and waiting for you to regrow bones.”

She chuckles a low, throaty sound that sends more blood racing down to my cock. “Can you stop being sexy for just a little bit, please?”

“Hmmm,” a satisfied almost purr rolls out of her. “I’m not sure I can turn it off.”

I was afraid she was going to say that. “Then you may actually kill me. I might be the first man to die of blood loss, because all of my blood has gone to my dick. I'll be like one of those cases they warn men about in the ED commercials, except you are the drug.”

“That sounds dangerous. I better do something to make sure my new favorite toy doesn’t get broken.”

For a second I think about taking issue with classifying my dick as a toy, or labeling it as new. If anything, she’s been obsessed with my cock for a while, but then she starts to slide her hand down my shaft, and all arguments escape me.

She shows me she knows what she’s doing when she works her hand over the head and uses the pre-cum leaking out of the tip as a lubricant. Her hand glides down my rigid length with ease thanks to how much she’s teased me already. With steady pressure, she squeezes tightly starting at the base, and works her hand up and down.

I toss my head back, and feel the muscles in my neck strain as I try and hold back the jolt of electricity and fire I feel racing up through my balls up my spine and spreading warmth through every nerve in my body. Through gritted teeth, I hiss, “Tessa, baby, you have to stop that or I'm going to embarrass myself.”

“Mmmm,” she hums again. “But it feels good,” she moans, and I'm almost convinced that she feels the same thing I am.

Maybe she does. This isn’t just fucking, not like what I’d been holding us back from doing for so long after she came back. This is her crawling into my skin, and making a home inside of me, where she has always belonged.

A long moan is pulled from my chest, but I grab her hand to stop her. “It really fucking does, but after all this time I would rather come in your cunt than your hand.”

She tosses her leg over my waist, and I feel the heat from her pussy as she rocks over my aching erection. “That does sound like a better idea.”

She torments me further by rubbing up and down without letting me slip inside. I grumble, but the truth is I kind of like the torture. I might be a little bit of a masochist.

We stare into each other’s eyes, and all of the clichés make sense to me. I understand now what it means to fall into her soul, to see into her, and all that flowery bullshit that I would have rolled my eyes at just yesterday. Her dark eyes, always so expressive, reveal more to me than she ever has with words. She’s admitted again that she loves me, but that is just a word. Love is something we throw around easily and for too many things. Her eyes speak a different language. It’s ancient, and needs no translation. Through them I know she feels the same devastating, soul encompassing, ground shaking emotions I do, that our language inadequately labels as love.

When the connection between us reaches a crescendo, her mouth clashes against mine in a hungry kiss. We consume each other in much the same way our souls were combining together. This is more than sex, it’s magic connecting us back together.

The pleasure is intense, but it’s about so much more than getting off, and taking it slow never felt so amazing. I could spend the entire day living in this limbo right here. Up until now, I've always been more of an instant gratification kind of a guy, but I am learning how sexy anticipation can be. Waiting for Tessa is no longer a hardship. It's a privilege, one that I will never take for granted again, unless I die from it.

Her hand slips in between us and grabs on to the root of my cock, positioning me at her opening. The tip slips into her heat, and I fight the urge to grab her shoulders and shove her down the rest of the way. Slowly, she rocks herself down my length, and I know she has to adjust to my size. Just before she is halfway down, the fucking phone rings.

“Don't answer it,” I say, through clenched teeth.

“Wasn't planning on it,” she pants, as she continues to lower herself on top of me.

She's almost there, just a couple more inches until her hips meet mine. The incessant ringing starts again, and I can see her eyes dart anxiously toward the phone. “What if it's an emergency?” she worries.

Her movements have slowed, and I know she's not going to be able to enjoy herself until she manages to calm her mind. “Would it help you relax if you knew?” I force myself to ask.

She bobs her head. I stretch my arm out to the nightstand and hand her the offensive piece of plastic and glass.

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