Page 54 of Cross My Heart

“Fuck.” I groan aloud, reaching for her, but Tessa skips back, scolding me with a wink.

“I’m not done yet. You said, everything. And I pay attention to detail,” she adds, unfastening her skirt. It falls over her hips, leaving her long legs naked, topped with a scrap of matching black between her thighs.

Jesus Christ.

She stands there in the moonlight, a work of art. “More,” I growl, my pulse thundering in my ears.

“You mean… This too?” Tessa gives me a teasing look, lifting her hands to her breasts, tracing over the fabric of her bra.

I snap, lunging to her, and yanking her hard against my body. Our mouths find each other in an instant, hot and wild, as my hands rove over her, exploring every perfect curve and dip. Tessa whimpers as I palm her breasts, teasing her through the silk before I impatiently tear it away from her body, leaving her bare for me.

“Fucking magnificent,” I breathe, taking in the sight of her firm tits and peaked, pink nipples. She’s like a walking fantasy, but just as hot as her incredible body is the look in her eyes: Unashamed, and hungry as she arches her back, presenting herself to me.

I reach for her, bending my head to lick, hot across the swell of her tits, and lap at her stiff nipples. She lets out a gasp, and then moans as I suck, hard. “That’s right,” I growl, fire raging through me now. “Make all the noise you like, sweetheart. Nobody’s going to hear.”

“Saint!” she cries again, as I turn my attention to her other breast, lapping and sucking in a frenzy until she sinks against me, clawing at my arms for balance. And when I slide a hand between her thighs, I feel her wet, even though her panties.

So fucking wet for me.

I lay her down on the blanket and kneel above her naked body. Tessa smiles up at me, eyes already glazed in pleasure, hair spilled in a wild halo around her head.

“You look like a fallen angel,” she says, reaching up like she’s tracing my outline against the night. “A sinner, through and through.”

“That’s me,” I agree, even as I feel a hollow ache in my chest. “Here to corrupt you and lead you into temptation.”

“You’re forgetting, I don’t need leading anywhere,” Tessa replies, rising up. Reaching for me. Her mouth hot against my neck as she kisses and tastes me. “Maybe I’m the one corrupting you…”

Her hands slide over my trousers, feeling my hard, engorged cock. Making me groan, bucking against her hand. “You see?” Tessa whispers, her lips grazing my skin. She squeezes me through the wool, teasing. “I know a thing or two about sin…”

I catch her wrists before she can stroke me again, and pin them behind her back, panting. Because if this woman touches me again with those nimble fingers…

I won’t last a heartbeat.

“Down,” I order her, firm. “Spread for me.”

She gives a shiver at the filthy instruction, and does as I say, her body laid out like an offering, a sacrifice to the gods.

But she’s the one who demands worship.

I settle on the blanket between her thighs and peel her panties away.

Suddenly, Tessa’s body stiffens. “Did you hear that?” she asks, lifting her head.

I can’t hear a damn thing over the thunder of my own heartbeat. I keep stroking, higher, and she bites back a moan as my thumbs graze across the damp apex of her thighs.

“I thought I heard something,” she says again, sounding breathless.

“Nobody’s here,” I mutter, as I drop a kiss on the inside of her knee. “And if there is… Let them watch. I thought you liked that,” I remind her, wicked, as Tessa’s body rises to my touch.

I nip the delicate skin of her inner thigh, and then kiss higher. Higher...

“I thought you liked performing for a crowd,” I murmur, feeling her tense in pleasure at the memory. “All those eyes, watching you be wicked. Watching you moan for more…”

“Saint!” Tessa lets out a shocked whimper as I finally lick against her core. Her thighs clench, and she clutches a hand against the back of my head as I lap at her again, teasing her clit in slow, wet strokes. “Oh…Oh!”

I scoop her legs over my shoulders, and yank her closer, burying my head between her thighs, hungry for more. I’ve been craving this, fuck, ever since I got a taste of her, and now the whole damn county could be watching, and I still wouldn’t stop.

I lick faster, flattening my tongue against her; flicking, swirling, dipping it to nudge inside her hot, clenching cunt.

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