Page 58 of Sunshine
I grab each thigh, giving them a squeeze. Looking at the springy dark curls, damp at her slit, begging for my touch. I lick my lips, my eye darting up to Tessa’s. “It’s like opening a present.” Lowering my eyes back to my gift, I smile. Running my thumbs feather-light through the hair on her lips, I smile as she shivers. My smile widens and I part her gently.
“I’m going to enjoy devouring you, Sunshine.” I savor her little intake of breath, an opus to my ears.
“You okay?”
She doesn’t answer in words, but nods, as I cover the hottest part of her with my mouth, sliding my tongue through her folds to her tight little nub. And then, all she has in her besides my tongue is a strangled cry.
I play with her, tease her with my mouth, licking, sucking and flicking her swollen womanhood, exploring every bit of her. I listen to every murmur and moan, and every mewl is like a map to her treasure. I learn every nuance of what brings her pleasure, pulling back before she can release and bringing her there again and again, until I’m an expert on Tessa Harlow.
The cupboards open and close with her squirms of pleasure. Her gasps further egg me on but when she calls meCase, not biker, or Mr. Callen, justCase, and it’s desperate and drawn out, I can’t control myself. I finally decide she needs to come.
“You still enjoying this, Sunshine? Or was my name your way of asking me to stop?”
“Stop and I’ll kill you with my bare hands.”
Chuckling, I get back to work, using everything I’ve learned from exploring her and adding a few fingers to stroke inside her. Her flavor changes just as she tightens around my digits. I think she expects me to pull back again because she holds her breath, but I keep going until her thighs press tightly against my face, her legs jerking with pleasure.
I slow, easing back to the occasional light flick, while I pump my fingers into her and watch her face. It’s a damn beautiful sight too, mouth open, eyes tight, and a glowing sheen of sweat on her beautiful skin as she melts before me. Moments go by until her taut look softens. Her face smooths as if she’s basking in the warmth of the sun. It’s right here, as this woman, so tightly bound all the time, is suddenly undone, armor-free, andat peace, that I decide I want to know her in every possible way, not just the in the biblical sense.
I grab the scissors, cutting off her restraints and she falls into my arms. She presses her mouth to mine, before sliding down my body to her knees.
I’ve had countless blowjobs. Club girls were always eager, willing and skilled, and without the excuse of an old lady, hell, even with one, it was expected of me to partake. But the sight of Tessa on her knees, my cock sliding in and out of her perfect, plump mouth, her trusting, albeit determined, eyes looking up to me, it’s so much fucking more than a blowjob.
I groan, threading my fingers through her hair, gripping her like she’s the only thing holding me in place. Her tongue swirls around the head of my cock and…Fuck.
Unable to hold back, I pump into her hot mouth, and she palms my balls, her mewls of pleasure and gagging mingling with my own moans and groans. Squeezing my sack gently, she takes me deeper than before. Like a fucking sword swallower, she deep throats me. My jaw ticks as I hold onto the feeling, but when she swallows, and her throat closes on my cockhead, I lose my own control. My gut tightens, the telltale tingle at the base of my spine starts, and I erupt. Harder and faster than ever before, I spurt down her throat.
“Jesus fucking christ, Sunshine. You’re amazing.”
She sits back on her haunches, pumping my cock in her tight grip, milking the last waves of my orgasm to squirt onto her chest.
I take a minute to breathe, my head dropping back to catch my breath, but when I look back down at her, long hair trailing down over her breasts, my cum dribbling down her perfect tits, I fall to my knees. Grabbing her face, I cup my hand around the back of her neck, and kiss her, slow, deep, and long, hoping she feels my appreciation.
Moaning with our kiss, I lower us onto the floor. It’s not what I want for her, but god, neither one of us seems capable of waiting—capable of holding back for even one more minute, so I bury myself between her hot thighs while plucking the clothespins from her nipples.
She gasps and shivers beneath me, her gaze gripping mine hotly. “I’m on the pill. I was checked after my ex. You?”
“Clean bill of health.”
“Then please, biker, take me.”
Cursing at the beauty of her and the way her eyes plead with me, I push inside her. She feels so good—so hot, tight, and wet. The little pleasure sob she makes eggs me on, making savoring the moment impossible. I grab Tessa’s leg, yanking it up to my hip as I move in her, deeper, faster, our flesh pounding together, mingling with my grunts and her moans.
Tessa gasps, her mouth parting in ecstasy as I find just the right spot. I kiss her, swallowing her pleasure, taking it, consuming it. As my hips move, hers rise, meeting me, and we lock eyes. Each stroke melds our pleasure, making us one. The feel of her heat, her tight core, it’s dizzying, and even though she drained me mere minutes ago, I have to fight to keep from coming again. But as soon as she goes over the crest, her quick panting cries lengthening into the long whimper of release, I let go too.
Foreheads together, we pant.
“You’re so incredible, Tessa Harlow. You’ve fucking twisted me up.”
“While I also think you’re pretty okay, Case…” Her lips peck against mine and I pull back to see her cheeky grin. “This beard adds so much extra deliciousness.” She strokes my facial hair and my brow rises.
“Okay? Just okay?” I laugh and her grin deepens.
“Well, this floor is rather hard.”
“Is that so?” Rising into a squat, I scoop her up. She giggles, kicking her pretty feet, as I toss her over my shoulder and then carry her to my bed and drop her onto it.
“Case?” Her brows rise. I climb onto the bed, straddling her.
