At first, her expression suggested she understood or empathized, but then she shook her head in annoyance. “How come men are able to have sex because it’s enjoyable, but for a woman it needs to be some sort of fairy tale?”
“It doesn’t. But a woman who has waited as long as you, usually does so for a reason.” There was no way she’d saved herself for me. Or if she had, it was because she saw me a lot. I was convenient. Clearly, she hadn’t been around other men very often. If she had, she’d have found someone else more worthy. Someone who would give her the time and attention she deserved.
“You’ve had experience in this, have you?”
I smiled sheepishly. “Actually, no. But having gotten to know you over the last year, I can see you’re not an impulsive woman. Everything you do is with a plan. Men, on the other hand, tend to be a slave to urges. It’s like an itch.”
“You don’t think women have urges?”
“Yes. But they’re also able to control them. As you clearly do.”
She’d leaned forward, and for a moment I was held captive by her sweet scent. But then she shifted back and away, and her eyes looked down.
“I’ve hurt your feelings,” I said, hating that I was having to reject and hurt her.
“It’s not your fault that you don’t find me attractive.”
What? “I never said that.” It wasn’t true. I found her wildly attractive.
She pursed her lips in annoyance. “You just said men can’t control their urges. If that’s true, it means you have no … urge around me.”
I stared at her as I battled within myself on whether to show her just how attractive she was to me.
“I have an urge,” I admitted.
“Don’t patronize me,” she said with the heat of anger.
“You don’t believe me?”
“No.”
Again, a tug-of-war waged in my brain. I hated the idea that she thought I was humoring her. I wanted her to know that what I was saying was true. I was about to come in my pants I was so turned on by her. Knowing I shouldn’t do anything, I took her hand and pressed it over my aching dick.
I let out a groan as she slid her fingers around it like she was gauging its girth, then ran her hand along the length.
I hissed a breath, working to keep from coming then and there. I wasn’t going to follow through. I just wanted her to know she affected me. “See? Urge.”
She looked into my eyes. In hers, I saw desire.
“I want to see you,” she said, breathlessly.
“Tessa …”
She squeezed my dick hard, making me gasp. “I’m not asking for something you can’t give.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking.” My voice sounded rough in my ears. I focused on the fact that we couldn’t do this, even though I was desperate to rip our clothes off and pound away inside her until I filled her with my cum. I reminded myself that as a virgin, she’d never done this before and didn’t know the ramifications.
“I do. I’m not naïve, just inexperienced. I want to learn. I want you to teach me.” She stroked my dick again, and my brain started to go haywire.
“Ah, fuck, Tessa.”
“I’ve had orgasms before. I think of you when I do.”
“Jesus … you don’t play fair.” My breathing was harsh as I looked at her and imagined her touching herself while thinking of me.
“I’m not playing, Dylan.” She took my hand and put it over her breast. It was perfection; soft, full. Her nipple was hard under my palm and I desperately wanted to suck it
“I’m wet, too.”
I growled, as my fingers pinched her nipple and I knew, just knew I wouldn’t, couldn’t walk away from this.
“We’re going to regret this.” Then my mouth was over hers, drinking in those sweet full lips. She gripped my head like she never wanted me to stop. I slid my hands under her shirt, pushing it up. She yanked it off, tossing it aside as I undid the front clasp of her bra and freed her tits.
“Fuck.” They were perfect. I looked up from those magnificent globes to her face. “You have amazing tits.” I couldn’t wait a single second more. I sucked on her nipple, loving the way her hard nub fit in my mouth.
She let out a gasp and held my head to my breast. Each time I sucked, she let out a whimper and her hips rocked.
She tugged at my shirt. Yes, skin to skin, that’s what I needed. I grabbed the back of my shirt over my head and yanked it off.
Her hands pressed over my pecs and she lifted her head, flicking her tongue over my nipple, making me hiss in response.
“Tessa …” God, this was wrong.
I needed to stop it, but her fingers were undoing my jeans and sliding down the zipper. She ran her finger over the tip of my dick, making me see stars.
“Jesus,” I groaned as the tether on my control slipped. In a flurry of movement, we finished undressing. I pushed her sexy, soft body back on the couch, and then went back to sucking those beautiful tits. She reached between us, wrapping her hand around my dick.
“I want you,” she gasped as she moved her hips to meet my dick.
I reached for the condom packet I’d tossed on the coffee table when I’d shucked my pants off. I tore the foil and rolled it on. I looked at her, noting the rapt desire in her eyes as she watched me sheath myself.
I knelt between her legs on the couch, lifting one of her legs over the back of the couch, and the other over my thigh. Her pussy was wet and pink and so fucking beautiful.
“Be sure, Tessa.” Jesus, if I did this and
