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Jamie collapsed on top of her with a groan, gathering her against his chest and kissing her until they could both hardly breathe. He rid himself of the condom, tying it off and tossing it in the wastebasket beside his bed. With her head resting on his chest, Tessa dragged a finger over his cock, the light touch almost unbearable on his oversensitive flesh. Lifting her finger between them, she showed off the cum she’d gathered with an unmistakable gleam of pride in her eyes. Holding his gaze, she slid the finger between her lips, sucking it clean.

“Fuck, Tessa,” he cursed as his cock kicked hungrily at the sight. “Give a guy a minute to collect himself.”

She eyed his rapidly hardening length and pressed a kiss to his chest. “Doesn’t look like you need a minute.” He pulled her against his chest, kissing her deeply. When they broke apart, she grinned so hard it made him forget how to breathe. “Aren’t old guys supposed to need a longer rebound time?” she teased.

“Old?” he asked, incredulous, as she loosed a laugh that settled in his bones, becoming a vital part of him.

He flipped her over on her back, pinning her hands on either side of her head and kissed her again, rocking his hips against her so she could feel just how little rebound time he needed.

With her. Only with her.

The thought threw him off balance, like standing in a wind tunnel, but instead of hiding from the storm, he turned his face up and reveled in it. Gave himself over to it. He wanted to get lost in her tempest. As he sank into her for a second time that night, he had the sneaking suspicion that he just might find himself there, too.

Chapter 21

Jamie woke to the lazy glide of fingertips over his cock, already hard and ready to fuck. Again. As if he and Tessa hadn’t fucked so many times throughout the night that he’d lost count.

“What time is it?” he asked, his voice rough with sleep, as he gripped a handful of her delicious ass.

“Early. We have time,” she said. She wrapped her fingers around his erection and began stroking him in earnest, teasing him until he was throbbing against her palm, leaking with every pass of her fingers.

He reached for the bedside table, retrieving the last of his condoms. She took the packet from him, ripping it open and sliding the condom over his length mere seconds before she threw her leg over his hips and sank down onto him. She sighed as he filled her, the kind of sigh usually reserved for sinking into a hot bath, or freshly washed sheets. The kind of sigh that he could see himself getting used to.

She rode him in slow undulations, lifting her hands over her head and gripping her elbows so her breasts swung freely with each movement of her hips, inviting him to look his fill. And, Christ, he could watch her all day, the way her nipples puckered and her chest flushed as she used him to chase her pleasure. He reached up and bracketed her tits with his hands, lifting them so they bounced against his palms.

“You feel so good,” she groaned as she adjusted her angle and continued bouncing on him.

“Let me cook dinner for you tonight. A real date,” he said, lifting his hips to meet her.

“Is that what we’re doing? Dating?” she asked with a grin, her breathing becoming more labored with each thrust.

He dropped one hand from her chest to draw light circles over her stiff clit. Not enough to make her come, just enough to let her find the edges of her orgasm, to feel it just out of reach.

“What would you call it?” he asked.

She dropped her hands back on his shins. At that angle, even more of her was on display, each bounce and ripple of her flesh, each slick glide of her over his cock. He watched, mesmerized by the sight of her impaling herself on his erection, the way he disappeared inside her and reappeared coated in her pleasure.

“You can’t expect me to have this conversation right now. I can’t think clearly when you’re inside me.”

“Good. I don’t want you to think clearly,” he said, driving into her harder. “I want you to say what you really mean. What you really want.”

“I want to come,” she said on a frustrated breath.

“I’m not done watching you, princess.” He stroked her clit faster, loving the way she squirmed as she tried to get closer to his touch. “I’d watch this forever, if I could,” he said to himself.

She lifted her head, eyes sparkling dangerously. “Do it.”

“What?”

“Record it.” She leaned to the side, retrieving his phone from the bedside table and opening up the camera app. “No faces,” she said, handing it to him.

“Fuck.” His cock jolted inside her, growing impossibly harder. “You’re sure?”

“We can watch it later. On our date,” she said, resuming her previous position and bouncing with renewed vigor.

He cursed again, aiming the phone’s camera at the place where they were joined, the video capturing every obscene slide of his cock, every bit of her stretched and swollen pussy, every stroke of his finger over her stiff clit.

“Fuck, princess,” he growled. “Look at you, taking my cock like such a good girl.” Her pussy fluttered around him and he grinned. “You like being my good girl, Tess? You like when I tell you how pretty you look with my cock stretching you open?”

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