She pursed her lips in annoyance. “Will you ever stop asking me that?”
I shook my head. “No. I need to know. But let me go first, I’m fucking fantastic.”
Her smile was so bright and beautiful it took my breath away. It was like I’d given her a gift.
“So, let me ask you again, are you okay?”
“I’m fucking fantastic.”
In the back of my brain, my conscience was telling me this wasn’t smart, but done was done. I’d fucked her, and my libido was finding it hard to resist doing it again. We were married, after all. And yet, my dumbass conscience warned me that it was a fake marriage. That all the reasons I’d resisted touching her were still there.
As if she knew what was going on in my brain, she said, “I know this isn’t forever, Dylan. I get that. But maybe we could just focus on the now. I like it when you touch me. I want you to teach me—”
“I like to touch you, Tessa, but there isn’t any teaching.”
She simply stared at me.
“Good sex is about paying attention to what turns your partner on. Yes, there are different positions and things you can do, but they’re only as good as your partner enjoys them.”
“So just laying like a lump … you like that when I do that?”
I laughed. “I think the proof is leaking from your pussy.” I had a moment to pause on that. “Fuck, I didn’t use a condom.”
“I went on the pill.”
I quirked a brow. “When?”
“When I hoped that sometime during this marriage, I might convince you to give in and sleep with me.”
I felt relief and yet, there was something else there too. Not disappointment, because that would be nuts. I didn’t want a real marriage or more children. But I couldn’t deny thinking about how pretty Tessa would be full and round with a child, or what a spectacular mother she’d be.
“Smart.” I kissed her because the urge was there and now I felt free to indulge it. “The point I was making before was that yes, sometimes it’s nice to be the sole purveyor of pleasure. To focus completely on you and what turns you on.”
“Do you like it when a woman does that to you?”
“Sure. To be honest, I’m open to just about anything.” I grinned.
“I want to do that to you, then. I want to make real what you said you thought about when you masturbate to me.”
I felt my dick stir, which seemed impossible since he’d come only minutes ago. “That isn’t necessary.”
She frowned. “Do you say no to everything?”
“I didn’t say no. I said it’s not necessary. Some women don’t like to suck dicks and I don’t want you to feel like you should.”
“I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t want to do it. I know we have to wait—”
“Why?” Wait? Why did I have to wait?
Her head tilted up to look at me. “Because men need time … don’t they?”
“Does he look like he needs time?” I nodded toward my dick. He wasn’t full staff, but he wasn’t asleep either.
She looked at my dick. “He’s not as big as before.”
I laughed. “You’re killing me, here.”
Her head jerked up. “I’m sorry—”
“It’s okay,” I said kissing her head, finding her naïveté sweet. “He’s not at full tilt, but he’s also not his normal size. He started perking up when you mentioned wanting to suck him. He likes that idea.”
Her cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink. “Oh, right … I’ve never seen it small.”
I choked. “Please don’t call him small. It will make him self-conscious.”
She smiled. “Right, sorry.”
“You could make it up to him. Maybe pet him.”
She laughed. “I’d hate to have offended him.” She ran a finger up the length of my dick, making him jump. I felt the rush of blood indicating he was ready for another round. He thickened and lengthened.
“See, he likes you.”
She wrapped her hand around him. “What part is the most sensitive?” She stroked him, and I settled in to let her take control.
“It’s all good, but the rim around the tip is especially sensitive.”
She ran her finger along the ridge, and I sucked in a breath. My dick responded, nearing full erection.
She shifted her body until she was kneeling beside me, her face over my dick finishing his journey to full arousal.
I ran my hand over her backside. “If you don’t want to use your mouth, you don’t have to.”
“I want to.” She ran her tongue over the tip, sending electric sparks up my shaft. “How do I do it?”
“Like a lollipop.” I watched as she studied my dick in fascination. The idea that this was an exploration, an adventure for her, made the situation all the more erotic. Who knew what she’d discover?
She wrapped her lips around the head of my cock, gripping him right under the rim.
“Fuck … yes …” I closed my eyes as another wave of the sweetest sensations rushed through my body. Most women who gave me a blow job went in full throttle, sucking him deep and fast. Tessa took her time, getting to know every inch of my dick, and he loved it.
I let my hand leisurely stroke her back side down to between her legs where I’d tease her pussy. Her hips gyrated when I slid my finger through her opening.
“You’re distracting me,” she said, holding my dick.
“Sorry.” I moved my hand to her ass again. “But you know, you could straddle my face and we could both give and get pleasure.”
Her eyes shone with intrigue. “Maybe next time.”
“Next time?”
“This time I want to focus on you and getting to know your dick.”
Who was I to argue with that? “Next time then.”
With that settled, she wrapped her lips around my cock again, and this time, she seemed to have a sense of what to do. She spent time on the tip, driving me mad until I thought I might start thrusting, and then she’d suck him deep into
