His gaze lifted from my chest to my face. “You have amazing tits.”
It was the nicest thing he could have said. But I didn’t have time to respond because his mouth was sucking on a nipple, and the most delicious sensations coursed through my body as his mouth tugged and sucked.
I let out a gasp and held his head to my breast. I felt each suckle in my pussy and I wondered if I’d come just from that. How embarrassing that would be? To distract myself from the growing tension, I tugged at his shirt. He grabbed the back of his shirt over his head and yanked it off.
I pressed my palms to the most perfect sculpted chest I’d ever seen. I flicked my tongue over a nipple, loving the way he hissed in response.
“Tessa …”
There was something in his voice that had me worried he was about to put the brakes on. To make sure he didn’t, I quickly undid the button of his jeans, yanked the zipper down, and ran my finger over the tip of his dick. The skin was velvety soft and damp.
“Jesus,” he groaned. In a flurry of movement, we finished undressing, he pushed me back on the couch, and then his mouth was on my breasts again. I reached between us, wanting to touch him. To discover every long, thick inch of his dick.
It was amazing how much my body responded to him. My pussy throbbed with wanting him inside it. My nipples were hard and aching. I’d been aroused before, but never like this. Never like I’d die if I didn’t come.
“I want you,” I gasped as I tried to move my hips to meet his dick.
He reached for the condom packet he’d tossed on the coffee table when he’d shucked his pants off. He tore the foil and rolled it on. I watched with fascination, wondering if he’d fit inside me.
He knelt between my legs on the couch, putting one of my legs over the back of the couch and the other over his thigh.
“Be sure, Tessa.”
“I’m sure.” My hips instinctively lifted, needing contact with his body as sure as I needed my next breath.
“I’m going to try to take it slow, but fucking hell, I’m dying here.”
“Just do it.” God, please stop talking and fuck me already.
“It might hurt,” he said as he ran the tip of his dick through my folds and brushed over my clit.
I cried out. God if that felt so good, I could only imagine what it would be like when he was inside me. “Please, Dylan.” I squeezed my eyes shut as my body was ravaged by need.
When he didn’t do anything, I opened my eyes. He looked down on me, and I was sure he was going to stop.
“Tessa.”
“Fuck me, Dylan.”
He growled. “I’m going to hell for sure.” He pushed his dick inside me just a little bit, and I moaned as the sweetest sensations radiated from my pussy.
“Yes … so good … more.” My pussy was screaming to have all of him.
He withdrew and I was about to complain, when he pushed forward, this time sliding a little further until he hit a barrier. My body wanted this and at the same time resisted him.
“You’re so fucking tight.” His eyes squeezed shut. He took in a couple of deep breaths. This was it. He was finally going to give me exactly what I’d wanted from the day I’d met him. His gaze met mine. I nodded, letting him know I wanted this. I wanted him.
Then his eyes looked away, and my stomach clenched. He pulled out of me. “I’m sorry…I can’t.”
1
Tessa—Thursday, A Week Earlier
“And then Little Bear hugged his mama bear.” I held up the picture book showing the last page of the story. The group of twenty-two enraptured kindergarten students looked up at me from where they sat on the floor. My year as a student teacher was nearly over. While I liked the fact that I was halfway done with my Masters in Teaching program, I was going to miss seeing these little faces every day.
“I hug my mama,” little Sara Larson said.
“Me too,” several other students chimed in.