Page 70 of Rum & Coke
I stared into her blue eyes. “That’s a lot of sex we’re going to have to make up for.”
She stared back and grinned. “Okay.”
“Starting now?”
Tessa started to nod, and I didn’t need more of a green light. I stood, picking her up in the process, and turned her so that she sat on the counter next to us. Pulling her legs, I brought her to the edge and slid my hands up her thighs until they were under her dress. The moment my fingers brushed against her pussy, I felt how wet she was.
“We’re about to find out the answer.”
“What answer?” she asked.
“If you taste like cotton candy.”
I tugged on her panties, bringing them down her legs and dropping the black lace to the floor. She stared down at me as I got onto my knees, pushing her dress up past her hips. This moment had been played in my head on repeat since the night I met Tessa—even when I thought we’d only be friends. I’d stroke my dick, imagining it was her, wishing it was her, wanting it to be her. But now …
Now it wasn’t going to be my fucking imagination.
It was going to be real.
The moment my tongue took its first swipe up her slit, she moaned and I groaned. I felt like a starving man despite the fact that we’d just had dinner. Her pussy was sweet on my tongue as I licked and sucked and made her moan over and over. Replacing my mouth with my hand, I pumped my finger inside of her. She was tight and wet and fuckable, so fucking fuckable, but given that it had been years since she last had a dick inside of her, I knew she needed more time.
When she was ready, I stuck another finger in. “I have my answer,” I stated.
“What is it?” she panted.
“You don’t taste like cotton candy, sweets.”
“I don’t?”
“You taste fucking better.”
She moaned at my words. “Let me see. Kiss me.”
I didn’t hesitate as I stood, my fingers still inside of her, and crashed my mouth against hers, letting her taste her arousal coating my lips. My fingers pumped deep inside of her as she leaned back against the mirror and started to ride my fingers as I worked her, our tongues still dancing together.
“I’m close,” she gasped against my lips.
Pumping my fingers harder and faster, I worked her deep, making sure to hook my fingers, which caused her hips to buck. “That’s it,” I coaxed, breaking our kiss so I could look at her face. I wanted to see her come. Wanted to watch as the pleasure raced through her body. Wanted to know what she looked like when she came apart so I could use that memory when I jerked off.
And then Tessa shattered, her body jerking as she climaxed around my fingers. The scent of her arousal filled the air, and I groaned, aching to be inside of her. Needing to be inside of her. Wanting to feel her pussy clench my dick and not just my fingers.
I couldn’t wait any longer to be inside of her, so while she came down from her orgasm, I worked my pants and freed my cock. Spreading her wide, I stepped forward, aligning my shaft to her pussy, and inched in slowly.
“Fuck, Tess. You’re so fucking tight.”
“Just fuck me already,” she demanded, reaching around my back and pulling my ass forward. I slid inside of her, her pussy clenching at the intrusion. She hissed. “Fuck.”
“Greedy are we?”
“Yes,” she panted. “It’s been too long.”
“Then you better hold on because once I get going, I’m not going to be able to stop until we’re both spent.”
Tessa’s hips began to move, and I followed, taking that as my cue to fuck her.
And fuck her I did.
I spread her legs out, my fists holding onto her ankles. She was spread wide, her pussy on display as I rocked into her. She pulsed as I drove into her as deep as I could go with each thrust. Her gaze met mine, and the look of pleasure radiating off of her was enough to make me tip over the edge.
