chest.
Wrapping her in his arms, he cradled her head in his palm and she fell back. Lust coiled like a tight spring in her belly when the hard heat of his groin met her slippery folds. She writhed against him, bucked her hips when his lips latched onto her nipple, wetting the tight peak through the silky nightie. Need screamed through her body. She held onto his shoulders, arms extended, and rolled her hips, increasing the friction. An explosive release loomed just outside her reach. Dibs dragged her to his chest, muscles tense, rock-hard and trembling under her palms.
“I can’t wait anymore.” He breathed against her neck. “What do we need?”
She plucked the condom from its hiding spot and tore a strip off the top with her teeth. Eyes scrunched tight, legs shaking, he covered her hand with his and squeezed her fingers as she rolled the latex down his pulsing shaft.
Tessa rose to her knees before him. Dibs seized her hips. She thrust down, sheathing him in one swift motion, gasping against his lips as he groaned.
Oh, God, each ridge, the hard length of him. He was a perfect fit.
Never before had she been so consumed by the moment, his hands, his kisses, the whisper of his breath on her skin. She became slave to her desires, rocking back and forth with him there, on the edge of the bed. Until a deep swell gathered strength within her, a rending tide of pleasure. Intense tingling heated the soles of her feet, bolted hot and sleek up the inside of her legs. She arched into him, riding harder. Spasms fluttered, rippling around him when he ground against her, caressing each muscle, filling her to the brim. Bright lights swarmed the edges of her vision. His fingers dug into her hips, arms flexing as he urged her faster, lifting her only to plunge back inside. Her urgency built as he began to shudder beneath her. The crescendo mounted and with his next thrust ecstasy crashed and swarmed her body, wave after wave of release pulsed through her flesh. She tossed her head back and rode the crest as it tumbled and swirled.
As the tremors slowly ebbed, she collapsed against him, her arms draped over his shoulders, her cheek nestled in the crook of his neck.
****
Tessa lay with her back against Dibs’s chest, trailing her fingertips across the arm he held wrapped around her shoulders.
“That…was amazing.” His murmur sent aftershocks thrumming through her legs.
She smiled, snuggling against him. “It was that.”
“So, have you decided on my category yet?”
She laughed quietly and slipped her hand under his, lacing their fingers together. “I think I may have to invent another number.”
“Category six?”
“The Philanthropist.” She pressed his knuckles to her lips and the rumble of his husky chuckle vibrated along her spine.
She kissed his hand once again and tried to push up from the bed, but he tightened his arm, holding her in place. “Where are you going?”
“To the bathroom. Geesh.”
He nibbled her ear before releasing her, floating a hand down her arm when she sat up. The weight of his gaze stayed with her as she crossed the room.
Her rumpled reflection in the mirror was the first betrayal. Concrete proof of what her life had become. She followed her fingertips to her lips, hoping to avoid her image in the glass. But it was too late. Guilt and shame stared back at her, all the mistakes she’d made since he left…
She closed her eyes and spun away from her reflection, forcing the bitterness away. Now wasn’t the time or place.
Dibs’s low murmur reverberated through the door and she frowned, donned her dressing gown and quickly washed up. She reentered the room to find him reclined against the headboard of the bed, the tableside phone crooked between his shoulder and ear, his new blue bathrobe draped open on either side of his chest, the belt tied at his waist.
She gathered his clothes off the floor, and then hesitated when the phone dropped into the cradle behind her. “Who were you
Wrapping her in his arms, he cradled her head in his palm and she fell back. Lust coiled like a tight spring in her belly when the hard heat of his groin met her slippery folds. She writhed against him, bucked her hips when his lips latched onto her nipple, wetting the tight peak through the silky nightie. Need screamed through her body. She held onto his shoulders, arms extended, and rolled her hips, increasing the friction. An explosive release loomed just outside her reach. Dibs dragged her to his chest, muscles tense, rock-hard and trembling under her palms.
“I can’t wait anymore.” He breathed against her neck. “What do we need?”
She plucked the condom from its hiding spot and tore a strip off the top with her teeth. Eyes scrunched tight, legs shaking, he covered her hand with his and squeezed her fingers as she rolled the latex down his pulsing shaft.
Tessa rose to her knees before him. Dibs seized her hips. She thrust down, sheathing him in one swift motion, gasping against his lips as he groaned.
Oh, God, each ridge, the hard length of him. He was a perfect fit.
Never before had she been so consumed by the moment, his hands, his kisses, the whisper of his breath on her skin. She became slave to her desires, rocking back and forth with him there, on the edge of the bed. Until a deep swell gathered strength within her, a rending tide of pleasure. Intense tingling heated the soles of her feet, bolted hot and sleek up the inside of her legs. She arched into him, riding harder. Spasms fluttered, rippling around him when he ground against her, caressing each muscle, filling her to the brim. Bright lights swarmed the edges of her vision. His fingers dug into her hips, arms flexing as he urged her faster, lifting her only to plunge back inside. Her urgency built as he began to shudder beneath her. The crescendo mounted and with his next thrust ecstasy crashed and swarmed her body, wave after wave of release pulsed through her flesh. She tossed her head back and rode the crest as it tumbled and swirled.
As the tremors slowly ebbed, she collapsed against him, her arms draped over his shoulders, her cheek nestled in the crook of his neck.
****
Tessa lay with her back against Dibs’s chest, trailing her fingertips across the arm he held wrapped around her shoulders.
“That…was amazing.” His murmur sent aftershocks thrumming through her legs.
She smiled, snuggling against him. “It was that.”
“So, have you decided on my category yet?”
She laughed quietly and slipped her hand under his, lacing their fingers together. “I think I may have to invent another number.”
“Category six?”
“The Philanthropist.” She pressed his knuckles to her lips and the rumble of his husky chuckle vibrated along her spine.
She kissed his hand once again and tried to push up from the bed, but he tightened his arm, holding her in place. “Where are you going?”
“To the bathroom. Geesh.”
He nibbled her ear before releasing her, floating a hand down her arm when she sat up. The weight of his gaze stayed with her as she crossed the room.
Her rumpled reflection in the mirror was the first betrayal. Concrete proof of what her life had become. She followed her fingertips to her lips, hoping to avoid her image in the glass. But it was too late. Guilt and shame stared back at her, all the mistakes she’d made since he left…
She closed her eyes and spun away from her reflection, forcing the bitterness away. Now wasn’t the time or place.
Dibs’s low murmur reverberated through the door and she frowned, donned her dressing gown and quickly washed up. She reentered the room to find him reclined against the headboard of the bed, the tableside phone crooked between his shoulder and ear, his new blue bathrobe draped open on either side of his chest, the belt tied at his waist.
She gathered his clothes off the floor, and then hesitated when the phone dropped into the cradle behind her. “Who were you
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