Page 48 of Cherished Lands
My erection strained against the wet fabric as she pressed herself against me.
"Touch me," she demanded, arching into me.
I shook my head and tightened my grip on her hips. "How do you ask, Princess?"
"You're infuriating." She punctuated her point with a hard squeeze of my confined length.
I groaned into her neck. "Yeah, baby. Just like that. Squeeze me harder."
"Oh, god. Please," she begged. "Please touch me."
Fuck. How many times had I pictured this in my shower at home, jerking off to the image of her naked and begging.
"Mmm, asking so nicely for what you want." I slid my hand between her thighs, finding her slick and ready. Her head thudded back against the tile as I explored, learning what made her breath catch, what made her nails dig into my shoulders. "Who knew you could be such a good girl? Here I thought you were all fucking brat."
I slammed my mouth to hers, capturing her moan. Her lips parted immediately, as if on instinct. I slipped my tongue inside, tangling with her as I continued my languid caress. I circled her clit with the lightest touch; she let out a strangled sound that was half gasp, half sob.
"Fuck, Elliot. Stop teasing."
I chuckled and nipped at her throat. Her hands found my underwear again, and this time, she was determined. I let her push them down, hissing as she wrapped her fingers around my bare length.
She stroked me with maddening slowness, and it took all my self-control not to thrust into her hand. But this was onefight she wasn't going to win. I caught her wrist, pinning it above her head again.
With my free hand, I gripped her thigh and hitched it over my hip. She tightened her leg around me, pulling me closer until my cock was nudging against her hot, swollen pussy, parting her folds and bumping against her clit. Our foreheads pressed together, and I ground against her until we were both panting.
"Fuck me. Please, Elliot." She reached between us, trying to guide my cock where she wanted me.
"Tessa, wait." I planted a hand on her hip to still her. "I-I've never?—"
"Oh my god, are you a virgin?"
"What? Jesus, no. I was gonna say I've never gone bare before."
"Oh wow, really? Well, do you wanna?"
Do I wanna?Such a Tessa thing to say.Of course I wanna.
"I—yeah, but?—"
"I'm on the pill. I haven't been with anyone in... six months?" She frowned a little and nodded. "Sounds right."
Who the fuck did she sleep with six months ago, and why do I already hate the guy?She wasmywife, and the thought of her with any other man made my blood boil.
She snapped her fingers in my face. "Elliot. Focus. You ready to fuck me now?"
"Fuck. Yes."
I released her wrist, and she threw her arms around my neck. The lightness of her frame and my years of working on the orchard made it easy to lift her and support her weight as she wrapped her other leg around my waist.
"Hold on," I grunted. She tightened her legs. I removed one hand from her ass, reached between us, and lined the head of my cock up with her entrance. Then, I hilted myself in one swift thrust.
Tessa cried out and buried her head in my shoulder. I pressed my lips to her neck and groaned.Jesus fucking Christ, she feels divine.No walls, no barriers. Just warm, wet velvet squeezing my cock. Nothing could have prepared me for the raw, naked intimacy of this moment.
I tried to reason with myself that going bare inanyhot, welcoming pussy would feel just as good. But deep down, I knew better. Nothing had ever felt so good because it was Tessa.My wife.
The title was growing on me more and more, and it scared the ever-loving shit out of me. Sure, we were attracted to each other. Yes, she begged me to fuck her. But a lot of women had done that before. What if this ended up being more of the same?
Another woman who would beg for it, only to back down when I wanted more. More control. More trust.
