Page 26 of Racking Up Penalties
Our lips remain locked, a seamless dance of give and take as I walk us over to the couch.
“Tristan,” she murmurs again, her voice laced with wonder and a hint of something deeper, something vulnerable that tugs at the core of me.
“You are mine, Tessa,” I reply against her lips, the words spilling out as naturally as breathing. There’s no going back now, not when every fiber of my being is intertwined with hers.
With careful steps, I lower us both onto the couch, ensuring her comfort above all else. As we sink into the soft cushions, I’m acutely aware of the fact that everything is about to change. But as long as Tessa’s with me, every uncertainty seems conquerable, every fear insignificant.
With a strength that surprises me, I break our heated kiss. My eyes lock with hers—those playful hazel orbs that have haunted my dreams. They’re wide, searching, reflecting a storm of emotions that mirror my own.
“Tessa,” my voice is a whisper, heavy with the weight of what I’m about to confess, “there’s something I need you to know.” My heart hammers against my ribcage, threatening to escape. “I’ve… I’ve never been with anyone.”
The air between us trembles with my admission, the world narrowing down to just this moment, just us.
“Never?” Her voice is light with surprise but not judgment.
“Never,” I affirm, the truth of it settling around us. “Because it’s always been you, Tess. It couldn’t be anyone else.” There’s a vulnerability in laying bare my soul, but if not to Tessa, then to whom?
“Tristan,” she breathes out, and my name on her lips feels like the softest caress. Her fingers trace the line of my jaw, a silent language that speaks of care and acceptance. “I… I had no idea.”
“I know but I always knew I would find a way to have you even if you only ever thought of me as Emma’s little brother.”
“Tristan,” she whispers, and there’s a tenderness in her eyes that wraps around me like a warm embrace. “We should take things slow. Enjoy every step. I want to make this perfect for you.”
My body responds instinctively as she draws me closer. The faint scent of her perfume, a mix of vanilla and something wild, fills my senses. My breath hitches when I feel the heat of her skin radiating through the thin fabric of her clothes.
“Slow and special,” she says softly, and I can hear the smile in her voice. I’m aware of the gift she’s offering me—the gift of her patience, her desire to explore this new territory at my pace. Her warmth envelops me, sending shivers cascading down my spine, a thrilling contrast to the cozy room around us.
I lean in, my every sense sharpening as I press my lips to her neck. The soft sighs slipping from her lips guide me.
Her hands find their way into my hair, pulling gently then grasping with a growing urgency that resonates deep within me.
“Right there… just like that,” she coaches, her voice a velvet command that thrums through me. I want to be the one who knows her intimately, who can unravel her with just a kiss, a lick, a caress.
She moans when I lick a spot right below her ear and I make a mental note to do it again soon.
My heart pounds against my ribs, a steady drumbeat fueling my movements. The world narrows down to the heat of her skin, the intoxicating scent that is uniquely Tessa, a mixture of spice and sweetness.
“More, please,” Tessa pleads, and I oblige, slowly kissing down her neck until I reach the top of her shirt.
A bright teal blouse that I know she made. I slowly grab the bottom button of that blouse and look into her eyes, asking for permission.
“Yes. Yes, please!”
Her pleas are music to my ears.
One by one I undo the buttons and kiss the skin each one reveals to me until I can slide it off her. Her little pink lacy bra is what dreams are made of.
“I’ve imagined the look on your face a lot over the years but nothing could compare to seeing it now,” she whispers, cupping my cheek.
I know my grin is downright filthy. “I’ve imagined how you’ll look when I make you come on my tongue.”
Before she can answer, I lean down and bite her nipple through the lace then sooth it with my tongue.
I lick down her body and flip up her skirt to see matching pink, lacy panties.
“So, can I?” I ask without breaking eye contact with her perfect pussy.
Tessa pulls her panties down and tosses them aside. “I will kill you if you don’t.”
