I settled beside her, pulling her to me and pushing a tendril of her soft hair out of her face. “Are you okay?”
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.”