Wet fingertips were dragged slowly from that welcoming fount up just a few inches to find her clit as rigid as it had been that first time, only now he didn’t stop at one or two languorous strokes. He kept those two rough tips circling, teasing and hovering about her clit as his palm covered her tender mound. He thoroughly enjoyed the way Tess responded uncontrollably to his touch, writhing and arching and moaning her pleasure, trying without success to encourage him to speed up his tempo just a bit. She was drenching his hand with her juices, and he knew when he slid his fingers between those slick folds he’d find her hotter and wetter than he could even imagine.
But he continued to touch her with achingly slow deliberation until he could hear that she was very, very close to the edge. Then he moved back between her legs, reaching down only long enough to release himself from the interminable prisons that were his boxers and jeans, not bothering to remove them entirely, because he didn’t think he would last that long. Instead, his lower body remained almost entirely covered except for its most eager component, which sprang forth against her – nearly inside her – from its first moment of release.
Sean took the majority of his weight on his hands, placing them to either side of her arms, trapping them there against her body just above her elbows. Catching her eye, he pressed himself inexorably inside her, forcing her to accept his intrusion, making her wiggle as she tried to adjust herself beneath him as her body sought to accommodate his invasion, finding her pleasure multiplied a thousand-fold by the feeling of being helpless beneath him. Her still-stinging, highly-sensitized bottom renewed its protests at the way she was rubbing it against the fabric of the comforter.
Eventually, after his slow deliberate advance, he was nearly halfway in. Suddenly forcing his hips forward, he thrust the remainder of his shaft deep within her; Tess caught her breath, wiggled her ass and moaned deeply at this new intrusion.
He began an almost violent rhythm of thrusts, dragging himself entirely away from her before plunging back in again to the hilt. Tess was being driven out of her mind by the combination of sensations and it was all he could do to maintain control. She was incredibly hot, hotter than he could have imagined. With each plunge he felt the walls of her eager pussy seek to clutch, to hold, to massage him. Tess was wild with her desire. She wanted to reach up and wrap her arms around his thickly-muscled shoulders, but he wouldn’t allow it. Instead she had to endure the exciting – on the edge of scary – sensuality of being made love to in a most thoroughly controlled manner, as he teased and tested her, bringing her almost to the point of no return, then backing off the intensity of his thrusts until Tess – and Sean – knew that the next joining of their bodies was going to be it for the both of them.
When he finally allowed her to explode, the ball of orgasmic sensations that had been coiled within her suddenly released, beginning with a series of spasms that quickly built to an uncontrollable crescendo. She considered for a long moment that she might faint from it. Her body bucked uncontrollably from the force of her pleasure and it was only with remarkable effort that he was able to remain in complete control of her, pinning her arms beside her body, riding out her every sharp upward thrust to meet it with one of his own, as he growled in the throes of his own violent completion.
He collapsed on her, panting into her ear, slowly moving his hands up to cup and stroke her shoulders, petting her as he tried to bring himself forcibly back down to Earth. He could quite happily have simply floated off to sleep, but he wasn’t about to do anything so clichéd as that, especially not the first time they’d made love. It was unthinkable.
Despite his best intentions, though, Tess was quite startled when, within three minutes of their heart-stopping simultaneous eruptions, she heard a loud, long snore right in her ear. Instead of being insulted, she took it as a compliment and chuckled softly; knowing how hard they had both just come and how hard he worked every day, she wasn’t in the least surprised that orgasms like they’d just shared had induced sleep. She was frankly surprised that she wasn’t just as conked-out as he was. Sometimes sex made her sleepy and sometimes it energized her, and this was one of the latter times, apparently.
Trying her best not to wake him, she slid him a tad to one side, then slithered successfully out from under his other side without waking him, rightfully proud of herself for the accomplishment.
She dressed quickly and efficiently. It was then that she realized she was famished, and went poking into his cupboards for something to eat, settling on a big bowl of Raisin Bran cereal. She sank down onto the couch – this time on it rather than over it – and turned on the news to wait for him to wake up.
It was nearly an hour later when she heard him roar, “Tess!” as he barreled out of the bedroom, trying to simultaneously zip up his pants and shoulder into his shirt. “Tess?”
“I’m right here,” she said, flipping off the TV. She was amazed by the look of sheer relief that she saw wash over his face.
He stalked directly to her and helped her up from the couch, folded her in his embrace and kissed her warmly. He was blushing bright red as he leaned a bit back to catch her eyes, saying, “Oh, man, I am so sorry! That is so
