Page 22 of Wait For You
I slid my hand around and up and under her T-shirt. Well, my T-shirt. I didn’t want to think about how much I loved seeing her in my shirt last night. I slid my palm up over the sweet curve of her belly and trailed my knuckles along the underside of her breasts before cupping one and teasing my thumb over the ruched nipple.
She let out this satisfied little sound in her throat before wiggling her bottom again.
“Tessa,” I growled against her neck before nipping lightly.
She shivered, arching into me. “Fuck me, Adam.”
Her throaty command was all I needed to slide my palm down, dipping past the elastic band of her panties to cup over her mound and tease my fingers into her folds.
She was slippery wet and made these breathy little sounds that sent lightning in sizzling bolts through me.
“Fuck, Tessa,” I groaned.
I could feel cum leaking out of the tip of my cock.
“Fuck me, Adam,” she clarified with a little giggle.
This version of Tessa—sleepy, sultry, sassy—was enough to bring me to my knees inside. My need, my want, my raw lust for her was a raging bonfire roaring through me.
She shifted a little, bringing her hand up to drag her panties down her legs. I shifted away, reluctantly removing my fingers from where they were buried inside her to get my boxers off.
A moment later, I rocked against her, the underside of my cock sliding along the silky soft skin of her bottom. Somehow, we got her shirt off. I felt almost overtaken. There was no finesse. I wanted, I needed... Tessa.
“Adam…” she pleaded. She pushed her bottom back against me. “I need you.”
So much for taking it slow. If she wanted me, she had me.
I reached between us and positioned my cock at her entrance from behind. She shifted to meet me, and I slid in, filling her in one slow surge.
I pressed hot, open kisses on the side of her neck. “Fuck, sweetheart, you feel so good,” I slurred.
Tessa shimmied again, and we slowly rocked together. I fucked her deeply. The encounter was intimate and intense.
My own release rushed, whipping through me. I clung to the edge of my control, sliding my hand down her belly. I circled my fingers over her plump little clit.
“Don’t stop,” she ordered.
As if I would ever deny her anything.
Chapter Thirteen
Tessa
The sweet, sharp pleasure tightened inside me. All of my attention centered on where I could feel the delicious stretch of Adam filling me and his fingers teasing over my clit. I didn’t even recognize myself. I was begging, pleading, demanding.
Adam gave me everything I needed. Just then, he gave me the exact amount of pressure, and my pleasure burst through me, my mind going blank with it as I shuddered hard.
I felt his lips on my neck as he filled me once more with a slow, deep pump. I could feel the heat of his release filling me. We trembled together and then lay gasping beside each other, still joined.
I had no idea how much time had passed when I heard his low, gravelly voice. “I forgot a condom.”
I was stunned for a moment. I rolled slightly, angling to look over my shoulder. I could see his face in the dim light cast from a night-light beside the bed.
“I didn’t even think about it. It’s okay. I promise you don’t have to worry about anything with me. I’ve only been with—” I paused. “One person. And after I found out that he cheated on me, I made sure everything was okay. Also, I’m on the pill.”
My heart sped up in an unsteady, nervous beat. Because the whole time I’d been with Rich, he didn’t want me to be on birth control. I’d hid my pills from him. I’d actually kept them in my office at work. Just saying it out loud set anxiety kicking up like a storm in my chest.
Adam’s eyes held mine in the barely-there light. “Of course I trust you. Considering that I’ve literally never had sex without a condom in my life until right this minute, I promise we’re okay. I should’ve remembered, and I’m sorry I didn’t.”