Slow Burn (Diamond and Diamond Private Investigators 2)

“Don't back out on me now,” she said, grinning at him.

He felt better, having heard her say it. He returned her grin and said, “Not a chance. I've wanted you since I first met you.”

The door now unlocked, she crooked her finger, gave him a wicked smile, and then said, “Come inside and you can have me.”

As soon as she'd closed the door behind him, he immediately crowded her. Pressing her back against the door, he lowered his mouth to hers and gave her a scorching kiss. Rick let his hands roam over her body. He stroked over her breasts, her waist, and her hips before he finally slid his hand up her skirt a

gain.

Tessa clung to him like a lifeline, crying out when he shoved the soaked crotch of her panties aside and drove his fingers deep into her hot, wet cunt. Her legs buckled when he curled his fingers and rubbed them against her g-spot.

He could smell her arousal and it was driving him insane. “Fuck, Tessa. I need to taste you.”

“Oh God.” She moaned, rocking her hips against his hand. “There's no way I'm gonna be able to stand up while you do that.” On shaky legs, she led him to the couch.

Quickly, he stripped her out of her sweater and dress. When she stood before him in only a bra, panties, and thigh high stockings he said, “There's so much I want to do to you, Tessa. Here. Let's take off those panties, so I can lick your pussy until you scream.”

She moaned again and quickly slid her panties down.

He knelt down and helped her step out of them. When she sat down on the couch, he moved between her thighs. Then he gripped her hips and pulled her forward, so she was only inches from his mouth.

“Tessa,” he said, not taking his stare off of the swollen, wet pussy in front of him. “Put your legs over my shoulders, sweetheart.”

When she complied, he leaned forward and licked the juices that coated her inner thighs. Between swipes of his tongue against her soft skin, he murmured, “So good. I could do nothing but taste you for hours.”

She rolled her hips, clearly trying to redirect his attention. He ignored her silent plea and continued to lap at her inner thighs until she finally gripped at his hair and begged. “Rick, please.”

He used one hand to spread her wide, then ran his tongue in slow circles around her clit. When Tessa moaned and tensed beneath him, he knew he was on the right track. Using his free hand, he slowly buried two fingers inside her.

At her pleasured gasp, he flicked his tongue directly against her clit while she worked her hips against him. When he added a third finger, she cried out and pulled at his hair.

Between the sounds she was making and the way she clutched at his hair, holding him against her pussy, he was ready to lose his mind. Rick was absolutely certain he'd never been this hard in his life. He reveled in the feel and taste of her.

When he felt her pussy begin to flutter around his fingers, he knew she was on the edge. He sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked his tongue over it until she clamped down on his fingers and screamed. Using his palm, he pressed at her bucking hips, holding her in place. He licked and sucked at her until her body turned to melted wax against him.

Rick lifted his mouth and looked up at her. She was leaned back against the couch, her eyes closed, panting. As if she felt him gazing at her, she looked at him and very seriously said, “You need to patent that. Whatever you were doing with your tongue. Then tell the others. Do it for womankind.”

“Enjoyed that, did you,” he asked, smiling as he leaned back. His knee throbbed now. He needed to get up off of the floor. Shifting, he stood up with a slight wince.

“Oh, Rick. Are you okay? I didn't even think about your knee,” she said, standing.

“Yeah,” he said, waving her off. “I just need to stretch it for a minute.”

She frowned in concern and asked, “Would it help if I rubbed it?”

His thoughts turned immediately to the wicked. His voice ragged with desire, he said, “Oh, you can definitely rub it if you want to, sweetheart.”

She merely arched an eyebrow and then rubbed her palm directly against the bulge in his jeans. Teasing him, she asked, “Right here?”

Rick tilted his head back and groaned in response. “Yes, right there,” he eventually managed to say.

She rubbed him for a moment more before she began to undo at his belt. He reached up, unbuttoning his dress shirt. He couldn't think of anything he wanted more than to be buried inside Tessa. He was throbbing with need.

She managed to strip him out of his pants and boxers, then wrapped her palm around his dick. When she started stroking it firmly from root to tip, he groaned. “Tessa, baby. I need to be inside you.”

“I need that too,” she said as she continued stroking him.

He reached out to still her hand, then moved to where he'd kicked his jeans off. Rifling through the pockets, he retrieved his wallet. He pulled out the condoms he had tucked away in the side and tossed all but one on the table.