Page 5 of Whisking It All

She dug her fingers into his wavy hair, his locks just long enough for her to grab a good handful and tug, directing his mouth towards the apex of her thighs. He chuckled, a wicked sound, like he knew exactly how much he was driving her crazy and loved every second of it.

“I want you to lick me,” she said.

His eyes grew darker, greener somehow, like the wild overgrowth of a forest, and he hooked his fingers over the waistband of her leggings, yanking them and her panties down in one swift motion. He steadied her with an arm around her hips as he helped her step out of the fabric and then backed her up towards the bed. Her calves hit the edge of the mattress and she fell backwards.

No sooner had she hit the bed than he knelt between her knees on the floor, dragging her closer to the edge of the mattress. He threw her legs over his shoulders and ran his hands up her thighs, the roughness of his skin at odds with the gentleness of his touch. Just before he reached the place where she was wet and aching, he stilled, glancing up at her where she’d propped herself up on her elbows to watch.

“Yes?” he asked.

“God, yes.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

He parted her with his thumbs and lowered his lips to her before she’d even finished saying the words. Tessa’s mouth fell open on a soundless gasp as she watched him devour her, his eyes locked on hers as he teased and sucked and tasted every part of her. She squirmed under the intensity of his gaze, as though he weren’t just fucking her, he was seeing her, and she wasn’t sure she’d signed up for that. She squirmed beneath his touch and he growled, like an animal who’d had their favorite toy taken away, and gripped her thighs harder, pulling her back against his mouth.

She was powerless to stop the wave of pleasure rising up within her when he looked at her like that and moved his tongue against her most sensitive places like he knew exactly how to make her come undone, so she gave herself over to the tide of her orgasm, crying out as it roared through her. He continued sucking on her clit, his fingertips digging into her thighs, until her hips stopped bucking against his mouth.

As he pulled away from her, his chin glistening with her pleasure, he smiled. “I knew you’d be a screamer.”

She laughed, her limbs loose and heavy in the aftermath of her orgasm. “Why are you still wearing pants?”

He smiled, the kind of smile that lit up his eyes and made her briefly wonder if she could keep him. Impossible. She wouldn’t be staying in Rhode Island for long. She didn’t stay anywhere for long. And Jamie seemed like the kind of guy who had a regular order at the local café, who had routines and people who’d notice if he didn’t show up somewhere when he was expected. For all they had in common, they couldn’t be more different.

With one hand still gently stroking her thigh, he used his other hand to undo his belt and jeans. Why was it so sexy that he could do that one handed? He pulled out his wallet, retrieving a condom.

“Of course, you have a condom in your wallet,” she said, rolling her eyes but unable to hide her smile.

“I like to be prepared,” he said.

Then his pants were off, and she watched as he rolled the latex down the length of his cock. She’d never understood why some women would wax poetic about that particular male appendage. She liked a dick as much as the next heterosexual woman, but she’d never felt the need to write an ode to one.

That was before.

Jamie’s cock was a thing of beauty. Thick and hard with a smooth, flared tip and a map of veins running down the shaft. Sheathed in latex, it glistened in the dim hotel lighting. He watched her watching him, his forest-dark eyes gleaming with a mix of arrogance and wonder, and gave himself a few firm strokes as he advanced on her.

“Like what you see?” he asked.

“You know I do.”

He stood between her spread knees, lifting her legs to plant her feet on the edge of the bed. Then, taking himself in hand, he dragged the head of his cock through her folds, using the ridge of his crown to tease her swollen clit. He watched her, like he was memorizing her reaction to every movement, learning just the right amount of pressure to make her gasp and squirm beneath him. As he teased her, that look shifted, cut through with flashes of something different. Like he wasn’t just thinking about making her come, but like he was already mentally ordering them breakfast in bed. Like he wanted to swallow her whole and then draw her a bath, fuck her until she could barely form a complete thought and then take her to pick out a Christmas tree that they’d decorate together while a roast cooked in the oven, and it was too much.

That wasn’t the look of a one-night stand.

That was the kind of look that led to promises, commitments, and eventually, disappointment and resentment.

“Come here,” she said, wrapping her legs around his thighs and pulling him closer as she slid up the bed, urging him to follow. She was done with loaded looks. She didn’t want to think about what was going on behind his eyes when he looked at her like that. She didn’t want to think at all.

Jamie climbed up after her, crawling over her and lowering himself between her thighs. He captured her lips in a searing kiss that tasted like her own orgasm, and with a single smooth thrust, he filled her completely. She gasped against his mouth as her body stretched to accommodate him, molding herself to him. He adjusted his angle, gripping her thigh and pulling it up around her waist, so that with each slow slide in and out of her, his pelvis dragged against her clit, pleasuring radiating out from the place where they were joined.

“Holy fuck,” he groaned, lips against her neck. “You feel so good.”

Her hands raked over his back, and he captured one wrist in a firm grip, holding her hand above her head as he continued to work himself in and out, each stroke stealing her breath.

“Like this,” he said, nipping at her bottom lip. “I want to watch your tits bounce while I fuck you.”

Tessa moved her other hand above her head to join the first, gripping the headboard and inviting him to watch her. This was the look she wanted, the one of unrestrained lust, the one that made her thrill with the heady power of making a man like him lose control. He dipped his head to watch her chest move in time to his thrusts, cursing under his breath as he began moving faster.

“So fucking beautiful,” he groaned, one hand reaching up to grip her breast in a rough handful, squeezing and plumping her.

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