The Power of Tess

by Angelina J. Windsor

  “Yes, Tess is quite the young woman. We’re doing dinner and a movie night.”

  “What movie are you planning to watch?”

  I hope that doesn’t mean that his sister is planning on staying.

  “I’ve got a few choices for Tess to pick from,” Jonathon says as he takes my wineglass to top it off.

  He’s so smooth with his graceful movements that I wish I could emulate him.

  “A woman likes a choice right, Tess?”

  “Yes, as we say in the holler, you’re preaching to the choir.” The stress over meeting new people always sends me right back to my roots.

  “Where do you come from?” his sister asks.

  “Harlan County,” I say.

  “Coal mining country. What was your experience like growing up?”

  “That’s not easy to explain. It’s a poor county, rife with problems connected to poverty. And it’s not just the coal mines either; it’s meth and other drugs that are undermining the people. I was lucky to be raised by my Gran after my parents were killed by a drunk driver. She’s a good woman and saw that I was done right by. She insisted on a backup plan when I told her I wanted to be an actress. It’s thanks to her I’m in college.”

  “Tess is a hard worker. She also works at the campus bookstore part-time,” Jonathon says.

  Katherine smiles and shifts her obviously uncomfortable body.

  “Good for you, Tess. Well, I’ll leave you two to your movie.” She gets up heavily and Jonathon escorts her to the door. Nice. Now we can be alone.

  “Dessert first?” he asks as he closes the door behind his sister.

  “Um, sure,” I say, giving him what I think is the eye that suggests that I’m open to another kind of dessert. I suck at flirting. Perhaps it was the visit by the very pregnant sister.

  He ignores the subtle invitation and heads back to the kitchen. I trail after him and watch him expertly dish out ample helpings of the gooey concoction into two fine crystal bowls.

  He hands one to me and I try a spoonful.

  “Wow, this is heavenly,” I say, closing my eyes momentarily with extreme satisfaction as the decadent flavors flood my mouth. “But I can’t be sure if it rivals that second way to get an orgasm or not…” My voice trails off suggestively.

  “I would imagine it would be difficult for you to make that comparison, though last night we did make some delicious headway,” he grins, obviously enjoying the conversational turn. We are standing close together as I lean on the kitchen counter and he towers over me.

  “Would you like to help with the comparison test?” I look him full in the eyes.

  “Umm,” he murmurs, “but it wouldn’t make either of us any money. However, you did mention more lessons on how to act on that important night, and I think I’m just the man to instruct you. You certainly didn’t balk last night,” he teases.

  I blush to the roots of my hair. “I do believe you are the right man to take the time to do it right,” I lick the chocolate from my lips with the tip of my tongue and I watch his eyes glance down to follow my tongue. I have never felt more brazen. I love this new side of me.

  “First, you need to dress the part. I believe we chose the perfect outfit already—the first merry widow ensemble. It showed off your considerable assets to perfect advantage.” I like the look that comes over his face as he remembers what I look like in the getup. I blush even more with the memory.

  “Then, you need to be fully prepped in the all the things a man likes. I’ll send you detailed instructions by email well before the big day.”

  I wanted the big day to be now.

  “I would like some upfront instruction now, if that’s not too much trouble.” The tug-of-war he’s having with himself shows in his eyes. “And there’re lots more things we can practice without going all the way. Just like we did last night.” Was that leading enough? I’m enjoying every moment of our interaction. Jonathon draws me like the proverbial moth to the flame.

  “Just what did you have in mind?”

  “Well, more kissin’ and—fun stuff meant just for you. I think the video will help us decide on what to practice tonight. Though I’m all for more of the same.”

  I scoop up another spoonful of dessert and savor it while he watches, his eyes alight with ideas.

  He leans in, but instead of another kiss he uses his forefinger to lightly swipe away a trace of caramel. His warm touch sends sparks of excitement racing around inside me. I want a kiss, damn it. Enough foreplay. I lean forward and plant my lips on his.

  His lips are oh…so…fine. They’re full and firm. He takes control and kisses me back. I’m sinking into a sensational state of arousal. His lips move across mine and press mine open and his tongue invades my mouth, warm and insistent and knowing. This is heavenly. I want this kiss to go on forever.

  Chapter Fifteen

  He swallows hard and pulls away. “I think you should choose that video now. See what you’d like to practice tonight.”

  Oh, I like the sound of that.

  “O-kay.” My voice is a little shaky after the emotion of the past few minutes.

  “They’re lying on the coffee table.”

  “Lying anywhere is good,” I cheekily say before heading into the living room.

  Good. There are a half a dozen choices lined up tidily on the huge glass table. I sit down cross-legged on the plush white rug to check them out. There’re all porn offerings and in Blu-ray. You got to love high-def viewing.

  I finally decide on one that has a seductive cover of a man and woman looking like they are more in love than any of the others. It’s titled How Sweet is My Valley. The write-up on the cover suggests that plot is pretty much nonexistent, but at least it’s lovemaking between one man and one woman.

  “How Sweet is My Valley? Giving me hints of what you want again even before we start?” he asks as he sits down beside me and checks out the title with that same engaging smile playing at the corners of his oh-so-kissable mouth. I breathe in his wonderful fragrance of fresh male and feel my insides quiver in anticipation.

  We settle down to watch. The opening sequence shows a man and a woman sailing along in a shiny red convertible. She looks carefree, her long blonde hair tossing about in the wind. He’s got one hand on the wheel and one hand under her skirt. He’s dark and handsome and very easy on the eyes. Suddenly the wind blows her white lace skirt up and we can see she has gone alfresco—no panties. Nothing but bare skin. I wonder briefly what it would be like to wax my pussy and expose all of me to the world. I squirm in my seat as the thought ratchets up my libido. I can see that he is stroking his fingers in and out of her pussy and then licking them off with great delight. Keep your mind on driving, I think, worrying about the beautiful pair having an accident. The thought makes me giggle.

  “What?” Jonathon turns to me and asks.

  “Just worrying about their safety,” I answer honestly.

  “Don’t worry. The car is being towed on a truck bed. They’re perfectly safe,” he says with a chuckle. We resume “studying”.

  The car turns off the highway onto a side road that looks suspiciously like a farmer’s field. After turning off the engine, he reaches over and unties the string of her dress that’s fastened around her neck, fully exposing her ample breasts as it drops down to her waist. Holding her hands easily over her head with one hand, he uses the other to thoroughly work over her nipples with his busy fingers as she leans back in the seat giving him complete access to her. He leans his head down and captures a rosy nipple in his mouth, drawing on it and she arches her back. The day is sunny and their skin glows golden in the sunlight.

  “Lick my pussy,” she says in a lustful tone. He obliges, pulling up her skirt and sinking between her lovely tanned thighs. The camera angle changes so that when he pulls back to insert a couple of long finger we can see the cream flowing from her. I swallow hard. My skin is tight and tingly and I pick up the cover of the DVD to fan myself. Whoa! Shocked and unbelievably
turned on knowing Jonathon is watching this too, I can’t help but stare at the screen.

  They switch places on screen. She drops to her knees and unbuckles his belt, slowly pulls down his zipper with her teeth—her teeth—and the man’s cock bursts from his underwear. She smiles at him and he pulls her forward, hands holding her hair back from her face. She licks his cock from end to root and cups his balls. I lick my lips, watching her swallow his cock all the way down into her throat. I literally gulp. Is that even possible? He fists her hair tighter and starts thrusting vigorously in and out of her mouth. My eyes widen further. I’m hot and cold and nervous as all get out. And very, very excited.

  Jonathon looks at me with his eyebrows raised in gleeful interest. The shine in his eyes excites me further and I wonder exactly what he’s thinking. Not to mention my panties have melted clear away. What turns Jonathon on the most? I need to know and I bite my lips nervously as he looks back to the screen. I hold my breath as the man bends her over the hood of the car and she moans as he enters her. Their fucking is primal, it’s fascinating, and their bodies look like a beautiful moving statue. I want that too.

  “I like your choice of film,” Jonathon declares as I lean against his shoulder and curl my feet up under me. My body vibrates with interest and I hold my breath, knowing what I want next.

  I run one finger down his firm chest and give him a look. “What do you like best?” I ask, batting my eyes and doing a fine Southern drawl.

  “I’m more interested in what you find a turn-on,” he says, cupping my chin gently and looking into my eyes. I cream some more just looking into his eyes’ blue depths. My body wants to know this man. Intimately. I lose myself in his eyes and just stare at him in wonder instead of answering his question.

  “What, no suggestions?” he teases before his lips capture mine. I press against him with pure lust trilling through my veins. My heart’s song is one of joining and celebrating our young, perfect bodies. He wraps his arms around me and he pulls me up against that wonderful rock-hard chest as his kiss descends on mine. Heaven. Our tongues dance into each other’s mouths and stirs a need in the deepest part of me. His kiss leaves my mouth and trails down my sensitive neck to the opening of my tee shirt. I want all my clothes to vanish. Now.

  “I think he would want to kiss you all over.” I realize after a second that he means the man who is destined to take my virginity. “I’m going to give you a second lesson similar to last night’s to make sure you’ve got the full measure of it. I want to lick the honey from your pretty pink little pussy,” he murmurs. Does he mean what I think he means? Yes. Please. Sign me up. That’s a fine place to start, my brain answers in the affirmative. My heart stills while my pussy quivers. When I make no protest he reaches down and pulls the hem of my shirt up and over my head, exposing my pink silk bra.

  “He would start with kissing your lovely breasts,” he says as his mouth obediently descends to the very body part he has indicated. I gasp aloud at the exquisite sensation of his sucking at my pebbled nipples through the thin fabric. His hand reaches round and undoes the clasp and my swelling, naked breasts spring free. He gives them his full attention, caressing and lightly pinching the nipples between thumb and forefinger. Oh yes.

  “And then he would suck on your delicious naked nipples, giving them even more dedicated attention.” He sucks one nipple into his mouth while thumbing the other, his explicit talk adding a whole new layer of excitement to my overwhelmed senses. My back arches for him, my body aches, wanting him to do more. Sparks of pleasure surge out from my breasts and race through my body making my clit vibrate with acute need. It feels too good. I just might orgasm from this alone. Mercy.

  But he gives no mercy and applies his lips diligently to the other nipple, making it swell and become needy as well. My body is now his for I’ve melted into a pool of wanton need. I dimly hope he has more control than I do or the jig is up. His fingers unbutton my jeans and he lowers the zipper before easing them down my legs, exposing my matching silk panties. I lift my backside up in the air and watch his passion-driven eyes as his teeth take hold of my panties. He pulls them down like a sexy caveman right to my feet, dropping them on the floor by the sofa. The feat makes my breath hitch with excitement.

  “You are so beautiful,” he says with awe and I bask in his approval as he kneels at the sofa’s edge. He runs his hands along my jutting hip bones and down my smooth thighs and then he eases my legs wide apart. He pulls me toward him and suddenly I’m fully exposed, one leg placed over each of his shoulders as he zeros in on his prize. His eyes darken as he reaches down to cup my sex.

  “And then he would touch your pussy and pull the lips wide apart to be able to access the inner you.” His dirty talk makes me crazy with lust. His warm fingers pull my pussy lips apart and I still with anticipation. His head dips down and his tongue runs all the way down my channel and back up again making me moan aloud with pure pleasure. Don’t stop! Please! I’m melting into a puddle of pleasure.

  He applies his talented tongue over and over as my pussy turns itself inside out for him. I’m so open, knowing I have never been more wanton. I’d give anything for this to continue. I quiver all over, my head tossing back and forth on the sofa cushions, my body rising of its own accord to further plant itself against his mouth. I need many, many more practice sessions. And then he takes it up another notch, thrusting his tongue as far as he can inside me, withdrawing it and thrusting it back inside over and over. All control is long gone, my limbs limp and languid and wide open.

  And then he takes it further and inserts a finger into me and curves it against my G-spot and the game takes on the highest level of physical need. He moves the thick finger gently in and out of my dripping channel. I instantly want much more. Please fuck me before I die of this! It’s way too much.

  When he suddenly clamps down hard on my clit with his fingers, I’m instantly transported skyward as stars explode in my head, my body vibrating with all its pent-up energy taking me into an orgasm so stunning it tears me apart. My brain fills with rainbow fireworks while my pussy explodes with sensation. So. Fucking. Amazing. As I drift back to Earth I see him looking at me with a wide smile lighting his handsome face. He casually licks my pussy juices off his mouth and fingers. I realize he’s hard and needs release as badly as I did. I offer to help.

  “My turn to practice,” I say, licking my lips for good measure. I sit up in preparation but he shakes his head in the negative.

  “Not this time. I think adding one new thing each session is enough. That way, our nights practicing together will go on longer. I liked very much how you enjoyed the extras tonight.” His seductive smile stirs my blood once more and his words ease my disappointment. He wants to continue this as much as I do. Could I swallow him all the way? I don’t know, but I’m willing to try.

  “Okay, but a blowjob is top of the list for next time,” I insist as I begin to slowly pull my panties on. I take my time—I like him to see me naked and a part of me wants him to break down and ravish me, to want me so badly he can’t help himself. That would be the best. He manages to restrain himself and I’m finish dressing before anything happens. But scrubbing at his face with his hand suggests he’s not finding it that easy to resist. I hide my inner glee.

  Next time I get to play. Guaranteed. Note to self: choose more seductive clothing. And I know exactly what he likes. Not one minute later his phone buzzes insistently from atop the coffee table.

  He checks the number and says, “Sorry, I have to take this.”

  I understand and nod. He leaves the room, the phone at his ear as he listens to what someone is telling him. He’s gone a long time and I begin to worry. He finally comes back into the room looking distracted. “I have to go to the office. You can stay or I can walk you home.”

  “I’ll just leave. You go take care of things.” I pick up my purse. “Thanks for a lovely evening. It was very memorable,” I add, licking my lips for emphasis.

  “We’
ll do it again very soon. I believe I have been promised a practice blowjob,” Jonathon teases as he reaches for me. He takes me by surprise with the kiss he firmly plants on my lips. I immediately respond. I can taste myself on him, sweet and salty, and I smile with the memory of what we have just shared. There is no going back and I thrill in it. Have I said how good a kisser he is?

  The kiss causes a sudden flare of intense desire to race through me. It affects him also—his body pressing against mine gives him away. I lean into that exhilarating male hardness and hear an audible gasp from his warm, inviting lips.

  We pull apart with great difficulty.

  “I’d better go,” I murmur, wishing it was our next time already.

  “Yes,” his lips say while his eyes say something completely different. Don’t leave.

  I gather myself and slip out the door.

  I’m antsy as all get out as I let myself into my own suite a few minutes later. I check my email and find one from Rosemère Agency. Only it’s not Jonathon that’s sent it, but Katherine. Oh boy. What’s up? She must have suspected something tonight. I open the email with extreme trepidation.

  Tess Summerlin: Though neither you nor my brother thought it important enough to mention that you are currently working for my agency, I am taking this opportunity to welcome you to the Rosemère family. I see that there has been a special request from one of our important clients that you have previously approved for an extra appointment tomorrow afternoon and I’m attaching all the pertinent details. It’s vital that you acknowledge receipt of this email to accept the appointment. It pays twice the going rate and the client has special requests of you this time that require pre-approval. I believe this will be the third time you have visited with this client and he requests that you, and only you, be the one to service him for the foreseeable future. Have a good evening, Katherine S. Rothschild, Rosemère Agency.

  My heart sinks. She thinks she’s been had which was not my intention. I open the attachment with trembling fingers.