“That’s good, baby,” I said, using my other hand to thread my fingers in her hair.
One of her hands cupped my balls as she returned her attention to my tip. I jerked, thrusting up. “Yes … fuck …”
The tentative way she’d moved before was gone, and now she seemed to know exactly what she was doing––and holy fuck was she good at it. I pushed her hair back, wanting to watch her lips as they gripped my dick, watching my dick as it disappeared into her mouth. Pressure built. My balls pulled in, readying for me to shoot my load.
“Tessa … I’m going to come …” I started to push her away, not wanting to repel her with a mouth full of cum.
She tightened her grip, and began to move faster.
“Oh Jesus …” I growled. “You need to stop if you don’t want it in your mouth.” I was panting like I’d run a marathon as I worked to keep from blowing in her mouth.
Her head turned slightly, her gaze catching mine. In them I saw she wanted me to come in her mouth.
I wanted her to be sure, but the time to ask had passed. As her tongue slid along my shaft inside her mouth, and then pulled up to slide along the rim, I was gone.
“Fuuuuck …” My hips shot up, thrusting in her mouth as my orgasm blasted through me. “Don’t stop baby … God … keep sucking …”
She gripped me with her hand, using her mouth to focus on the rim and I was in heaven as she worked my cock, wringing the last drop of cum from him.
“Oh Jesus … Christ …” My breath was heaving as I came down.
She sucked him until he was soft, and then she kissed the tip and moved to lay next to me.
“Are you sure you’ve never done that before?” I asked, still feeling the effects of the orgasm shimmer through my body.
“Never.”
“You’re a natural.”
She smiled. “I like making you come, Dylan. It makes me feel powerful and feminine.”
“You’re both, baby. Jesus … is the top of my head still there?”
She blushed a little, but I could see the praise meant a lot to her. It was praise well earned.
“Can people really give oral at the same time?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“I’d be too distracted.”
“That does happen. But I won’t be distracted when it’s your turn.” I tugged at her until she was laying on me. “So why don’t you straddle my face and let me make you come again?”
She bit her lip. “Won’t I suffocate you?”
“Nope, but if you did, it would be well worth it. Death by Tessa’s sweet pussy. Would you put that on my tombstone?” I helped her move until she was over my face. I inhaled the sweet sexy scent of her pussy. “Hold on to the head board baby, and let me take you to heaven.”
She gripped the head board as I held her hips and brought my mouth to her pussy. She groaned as I ran my tongue through her folds. Then I fucked her with my tongue, her hips rocking and writhing as I devoured her pussy until she cried out and filled my mouth with her sweet juice.
She collapsed beside me and I pulled her to me.
“Thank you,” she murmured sleepily next to me.
“For what?” I asked, gently caressing her as she settled in next to me.
But she didn’t answer. She was asleep. I kissed her head. I held her, wondering what it was about her that hit me so hard in the chest. I’d never been with a virgin before. Was it her sweet innocence and curiosity about sex that got to me? Or was it something else?
17
Tessa
I was disappointed that our honeymoon was only for one night, as I felt certain that once we left the fancy room and returned home to real life, Dylan would refocus on Maisie, and reiterate his claim that he couldn’t give me what I deserved. In some ways he was right. He was so adamant to never love that even as good as things were with us, he couldn’t give me himself. At the same time, it was unfair to want our time together to change his attitude, because right now the most important thing we needed to focus on was keeping custody of Maisie.
We arrived home after picking up Maisie from Veronica’s late Sunday night. The exchange was tense. I could tell both of them had things they wanted to say, but didn’t in front of Maisie. I had to give them both credit for that. Exhausted, we all went to bed. At first, I felt a little odd climbing into Dylan’s bed with Maisie in the other room, but sleep quickly came.
I was vaguely aware of Dylan leaving the bed. It was dark out, but checking the clock it was five in the morning. Cripes, did he normally get up that early? I rolled over and went back to sleep until later I heard him enter the bathroom.
I got out of bed and checked on Maisie, who was sleeping in her bed. I returned to Dylan’s bedroom and entered the bathroom, all steamed up from his shower.
“Dylan?”
He slid open the door. “Yeah? Everything all right?”
Water sluiced over his hard muscles, making my mouth water.
“Yes.” I took my nightgown off, watching his eyes darken as his gaze settled on my breasts. “I was thinking about your morning routine.”
“I wasn’t doing that this morning.”
“Why would you when I’m here to do it for you?” I stepped into the shower and sank to my knees to worship his dick, already hard and long.
“You’re a fucking fantasy,” he growled as his fingers thread through my hair and his hips gently pumped as I sucked him. I loved the scent that emanated from him when he was aroused. The feel of his dick, soft skin over hard steel, as it slid along my tongue.
“Ah, fuck … Tessa.” He gripped my arms and pulled me up.
“You’re not done,” I protested. Had Maisie come in? Did I lock the door?
He pressed me
