Page 35 of Joshua's Mistake
Her mouth opened on a cry and he muffled the sound with his mouth. Teasing her clit and dipping into her pussy, his fingers were slick with her juices as he worried the tight bud. Her pleasure built and her body writhed against his hand. As her core tightened, his cock ached to be inside her. He held back his own rapture, reveling in hers.
Only the rhythm of her hips guided her.
He nipped the side of her neck, slid his hand under her shirt and bathing suit and pinched the distended nipple until she cried his name.
The muscles of her pussy pulsed and gripped at nothing and he felt every moment of her ecstasy. His cock swelled and his balls tightened. It took all of his will not to come in the wash of her orgasm as it flowed over and through him. Pressing his fingers hard against her clit, he waited for the rapture to subside.
He was about to suggest they go back to Will’s and make use of the dojo. Still befuddled by the passing frenzy, but Tessa dropped to her knees and pulled his shorts open, freeing his cock with her tender touch. He imagined his eyes were wide until her warm mouth slowly slid over his hard shaft, he tipped his head back and his eyes closed of their own accord.
Her tongue glided over him. Nothing had ever felt as glorious as that sweet mouth on his cock. She took him deep into her throat and sucked as he slid out. Her tongue swirled around the swollen head, teased the small slit before drawing him back inside.
His fingers threaded through her hair without guiding her actions. There was no reason to force her forward or back, she knew exactly what he wanted and needed. His body was rigid with the building orgasm. Her excitement niggled at the back of his consciousness, pushing him higher. Her mouth moved faster as her hands skimmed the back of his thighs to his ass. Gripping him tight and pulling his hips in close, she gave his shorts a swift tug and let them fall to the floor.
She never lost the rhythm while her fingers skimmed the crack of his ass, down his bare leg and up again until she gently tickled his tight balls. His body hummed and pulsed before the released shattered around him.
A deep grunt rose from his chest and echoed around the small room. His hips jutted forward again and again and he instinctively gripped her head. Her excitement thrummed stronger against his mind.
Gathering himself, he looked down as his cock slid from her mouth. Not a drop of juice dripped from her lips.
“Dear God, Tessa.”
She smiled as he helped her up from her knees. Then he pulled his shorts up and pulled himself together. As he slipped out of her mind, he noted all the other complicated thoughts rushing back. She might have been single-minded when it came to sex, but she was otherwise a very complicated woman.
Her eyes were glassy. “That was fantastic.”
She fastened her shorts and brushed the dust off her knees.
“Is it always going to be this way with us?” he asked.
Her head cocked. “What do you mean? Didn’t you have a good time?”
“You know I did.”
“Then what did you mean by ‘this way’?”
He put the floor back in place and returned the bench to its spot over the top of his hiding place. “Sex with you is the most intense of my life. I’ve never experienced anything like it.”
She kissed his cheek. “Me too. Now let’s try not to get ourselves killed in the next few days.”
“I’m not really used to other people in my life being so sensible. I’m usually the practical one.”
“Something else we have in common.” She winked.
In the car, she turned in her seat to look at him.
He saw her out of the corner of his eye. “What?”
“Am I allowed to ask questions now?”
Hoping she wanted to ask about the situation they were in or why he kept a safe house in Key West, he nodded. “What do you want to know?”
“Where did you grow up?”
He groaned inwardly. If it was anyone else asking he would have told them to mind their own business. But this was Tessa and she had told him about herself. Still, his answer was short. “In a psi training camp.”
“How old were you when you went there?”
“Seven.” His memory of being yanked away from his little brother still wounded him as if someone were twisting a knife in his gut. Kane’s big, crying eyes watching him go haunted his nights more often than not.
