Page 15 of Beautiful Sight

“And you’re so tight this might be over embarrassingly fast…” Jefferson leaned in and kissed her even as he fought to keep from coming too soon.

Chapter Eight

Though Tessa understood why Jefferson froze once fully imbedded in her body, she needed more. Needed him to move. Needed him to help ease this terrible craving that was becoming a gnawing hunger deep in her belly.

Bending her legs, she planted her feet on the mattress, then tried to lift her hips. Her man was so heavy, she found she couldn’t.

“Move,” she grunted as she tried again. “Please move.”

“Is my tigress hungry for my cock?” Jefferson teased as he began placing kisses all over her face.

“Oh. God. Yes. Starving.”

Tessa reached around and stroked her hands down his back, exploring the rippling muscles and slightly furred skin she found there. Reaching the twin globes of his ass, she squeezed and found them rock hard as well. For a businessman, he was in amazingly good physical condition.

Jefferson brushed a kiss on the spot where her neck and shoulder came together, sending another full body shiver through her. Then he eased his hips back until she felt empty before reversing direction and filling her once more.

But he was moving too slow. She needed him to give her what she’d never had before—a ride to remember.

“More,” she demanded as she ran her hands up his sides. “Faster. Harder. Fuck me like you mean it.”

Her words seemed to set something off in Jefferson. Though he did not move any faster, he did place his lips against the spot he’d just kissed and growled. The sound didn’t seem human, and her need ramped up even further.

When he then licked that same bit of flesh, she turned her head, needing more, but not sure what it could be. A moment later, when she felt dual pains in that space, she screamed as an orgasm unlike any she had ever given herself over the years rocketed through her. It felt like she had been tossed into a fire that would consume her from the inside out.

Before she came down from that peak, Jefferson began moving over her, fucking her faster and harder, just as she’d demanded. Her pussy continued to convulse around him as her orgasm went on and on.

Before she realized what he was doing, Jefferson pulled his teeth from her, licked the spot, and threw his head back, roaring out his own release. She felt his release join hers, adding additional heat to her pussy, which sent her flying once again just before she lost control of her senses.

When she came to again, Jefferson was wiping something soft, warm, and wet between her legs. Then she heard fabric moving and then the bedcovers dropped over her, a welcome heaviness. She wasn’t sure what to do when Jefferson returned to bed and pulled her into his side. She brushed a kiss against whatever skin her face lay against.

“Back with me, tigress?” His voice was a soft rumble under her cheek.

“I think so,” she whispered in returned. “That was…”

“Yeah, I think so, too.”

“Will it always be like that between us?”

“Lord, I hope so, though it might kill me,” Jefferson said then chuckled as he lifted her to lay over his body.

Tessa tried to move off, knowing she was probably a heavy weight on him.

“Stop,” he ordered with a smack to her ass. “You’re fine right where you are.”

She settled and rested her ear on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. She breathed when he did, as her brain drifted for the first time in recent memory. Normally it raced and worried about everything and nothing, but for this moment there were no concerns that needed her attention.

“Why do you call me tigress?” she finally whispered softly.

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Jefferson took a deep breath and released it on a long, slow sigh. “When I look at you I see my mate, but I also see a fierce, brave female warrior who raised a son on her own and who refused to allow a medical condition to break her spirit. You may have lost connection with her, but I know she’s in there, waiting to be called forth. So, yeah, that’s why I call you tigress.”

Warm water dropping on his chest surprised him. Lifting his head, he saw tears falling from her closed eyes. “Tessa?”

“That’s just so beautiful. I just hope I can find her,” Tessa said softly. “Back in high school, I was what you just said—brave, fierce, full of swagger. There were boys who admitted to being afraid to date me because I was so strong. But over the years life got in the way and I’ve lost touch with that part of me. I don’t know if she’s even still in here.”

“Oh, she’s in there and she’ll step out when you least expect it,” Jefferson assured her. “Now how about a nap before we go for round two?”