Page 67 of Racking Up Penalties
“Please, Liam,” she whispers against my lips, her voice laced with desire.
I sink two fingers into her heat and curl them, making her moan.
Hopefully, Miles has headphones in.
I thrust in and out before pressing my thumb against her clit and making circles.
I’m coaxing soft moans from her throat as I bring her to the brink. And when she comes, it’s with my name on her lips, a sound so sweet it etches itself into my memory.
As her breathing steadies, she sinks to her knees, her intent clear as her hands work at the buckle of my belt. But there’s something else I want.
“Wait, baby,” I breathe out, my hands gently lifting her chin so her eyes meet mine. “I want to be with you, inside you.”
Her gaze holds mine, steady and sure. “Okay.”
I open my nightstand drawer and pull out a condom but she stops me with a hand on my wrist.
“I’m on the pill,” she assures me, and with a shared understanding, she adds, “I’m clean.”
“I’ve never had sex without a condom,” I confess.
She takes it the wrong way and blanches. “No worries, we can use one. I was just thinking- just trying to-”
I press a finger over her lips. “That’s not what I meant. I want this with you. I want it so fucking badly. That was my way of telling you I’m clean and that this matters to me.”
Her smile is bright and blinding.
“Okay,” she replies, the word barely a whisper before our lips meet again in a kiss that seals the promise we’ve made to each other.
Tessa pulls her bright pink shirt off over her head and undoes her bra. I follow suit, taking my pants off and stripping myself bare.
Once we are both naked, I can’t tear my eyes from her body. She’s gorgeous with full breasts, pink nipples, and the sexiest pussy I’ve ever seen.
I blush when I realize she’s staring at me just as hard.
Tessa jumps on the bed playfully and pulls me into her.
I lower myself onto her, our bodies fitting together like they’re made for each other.
My cock slides through her wetness before I slowly push inside her inch by inch. Tessa’s warmth envelops me and I almost come right on the spot.
Her legs wrap around my waist, drawing me deeper, urging me closer, and the world outside this room, outside this moment, fades into insignificance.
“Your perfect pussy is gripping me so tight,” I murmur, my voice thick with need as I move within her.
Each thrust brings me closer and closer to the edge.
“More, Liam,” she whispers, her fingers trailing fire down my back, encouraging me with every breath. The way she looks at me, eyes half-lidded with desire, yet so full of trust—it’s enough to undo me.
“You want me to go faster? For me to fuck you so hard that you get to come?”
Tessa moans. “I didn’t expect you to be a dirty talker but I love it so damn much.”
My laugh is sinful.
The pace quickens and with each movement, I feel her tighten around me, her body climbing towards release. And when she comes, it’s with a quiet cry that fills the room, her inner muscles clenching around me in waves that almost trigger an answering orgasm from me.
But I’m not done cherishing her, not yet. I slow down, savoring the connection, wanting her to feel every ounce of love I have for her.
