Page 50 of Cherished Lands
"Tessa, that's not?—"
"So spoiled. Getting everything she could ever want. Well that's not true, ya know? He doesn't listen to a word I say and?—"
"Tessa!" I barked, jerking upright and gathering her in my lap. Her eyes widened, and her mouth clamped closed.
"That's not why I call you 'Princess,'" I said, softening my tone.
"It's not?" A line appeared between her perfectly sculpted eyebrows.
"No," I said, shaking my head. "Remember Halloween, senior year? The party at Sarah's? You dressed up as Princess Peach?—"
"Slutty Princess Peach."
I laughed and tightened my arms around her waist. "Right, Slutty Princess Peach. You looked so fucking sexy. I haven't beenable to play a single Mario game since without my dick getting hard."
Her eyes softened, and I tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "My slutty princess," I whispered. And then I kissed her, long and slow.
Fucked her that way, too, because apparently my refractory period with Tessa was all of five minutes. After we came together for the third time that night, I fell asleep with my lifelong rival—my wife—in my arms.
I'd never slept better.
The drive home was...different.
Something had shifted between Tessa and me the previous night, and when we woke up the next morning, it hadn't shifted back. I was still goddamn insatiable for her, and she gave as good as she got.
After years of unsatisfying sex, with timid, unadventurous partners, I'd finally met my match. There was so much we couldn't explore in a hotel room—so much I wanted to do to her—but there'd be time. We'd be married for a year. Plenty of time to have some fun withmy wife.
As I drove along I-75 on the last leg of our trip before reaching Sable Point, Tessa toyed with the hair at my nape while humming along to my 'depressing' country music. She'd been content the whole drive, not needing to fill every second with nonstop chatter.
The ride was nice. Peaceful.
It was Christmas Eve, and we were headed straight to Momand Dad's for the first of many holiday meals. There was Christmas Eve brunch, Christmas Eve dinner, Christmas morning cinnamon rolls, Christmas breakfast, Christmas lunch, Christmas dinner, and late-night Christmas snacks. Mom had already been cooking for days, and the oven wouldn't get a rest until December twenty-sixth rolled around.
Charlie was coming home for winter break. Chase, Jasper, Natalie, and Marie would be there. Nana and Papa too. This was our first real test of putting onthe marriage showfor everyone.
"You ready for today?" I asked.
"An Everton family Christmas." Tessa puffed up her cheeks and blew out a long breath. "Not sure I'm prepared."
I laughed. "Not sure I am, either. We can always sneak away for a bit, go home and take a break."
"A break, huh?" Tessa waggled her eyebrows at me.
"You wanna play, Princess?"
She squirmed in her seat and sunk her teeth into her full bottom lip. Her fingers were still twined in my hair as I slid a hand from the steering wheel, shifting my weight so I could place my hand on her thigh. I inched my fingers up slowly.
"Spread your legs for me."
She complied without hesitation. My girl was sassy as fuck and liked to push my buttons, but by now, she knew what kind of pleasure I could give her and was eager to take direction.
I circled her clit through the fabric of her leggings and panties. My lips twitched into an evil grin as I moved the seam back and forth, adding more friction against her tight little bud. I started slowly, working her up until her chest was rising and falling, until she was tugging so hard at my hair that my scalp burned, whimpering my name and begging me not to stop.
"Never, baby."
I moved my fingers faster, taking her higher and higher until she crested that peak and broke. Her scream filled the cab of my truck. "Oh god, I'm coming. Yes!"
I didn't let up until her body sagged against the seat. Her hand fell from my neck, sliding down my arm until she clutched at my wrist.
