by Jessica Joy
I slide my hands from her cheeks, bringing one to tangle in the silky fall of her hair and the other holding the side of her neck. Tessa lets out a little mewling moan and melts against me. Using my hold to tilt her head slightly, I deepen the kiss and sweep my tongue against hers, tasting her, savoring her. She matches me, touch for touch, lick for lick, nipping at my lower lip when I start to pull away.
I break the kiss and lean my forehead against hers. “You amaze me Tess,” I whisper. She drags me even closer by the edges of my Cut, slamming her lips over mine again. It’s an all-consuming kiss, the kind of kiss that makes you feel like it’s the first time you are ever truly living.
Not breaking the kiss, I stand from my place at her feet and press forward, urging Tessa backward on the bed. She scoots herself back until she is in the middle of the mattress and I fall over her as she settles back. As soon as her head hits the blanket, I break the kiss, dragging my lips across her jaw and down the column of her throat. I nip and suck at her neck before coming up and taking the fleshy lobe of her ear between my teeth and growl.
“Against the pillow. Shirt and jeans off,” I demand.
I give her one last kiss before pulling back and crawling off the bed. As quickly as possible, I shrug out of my cut and hang it on the back of the desk chair while kicking out of my boots. Turning back around, I watch her with blazing intensity as she sits up and pulls the thermal shirt over her head, tossing it at me with a hungry gaze. I snag it out of the air before it can wrap around my face and bring it to my nose, inhaling her warm delicate scent. Vanilla and crisp green apples.
I can’t resist the urge to touch her any longer. Closing the distance between us, I walk back up to the foot of the bed and reach for her, tugging at the button of her jeans and helping her shimmy out of them. My eyes drink in every new inch of skin revealed to me as I pull her luscious legs free. Tossing her jeans to the floor behind me and standing, my hands hang at my side. My fingers flex and clench with the effort of restraint as I look down at her, taking in each glorious inch of her perfect body.
She’s so soft, so warm. With aching tenderness, I reach out and lift her left foot, pressing my thumbs into the arch for a moment before placing a kiss on the inside of her ankle. My hands slide up over her calf and I trail kisses along the path of my fingers. I continue my torturously slow journey up, pressing kisses and light nips to the inside of her knee and along her inner thigh. My hands curve around her generous hips and I lick my way to the crease where her leg connects with her body.
At my teasing lick, Tessa lets out a breathy moan and bucks her hips reflexively, urging me to touch her where she wants me. Chuckling, I trail my nose across her pubic bone, tracing the edge of her panties. I give the same lick and kiss to her other hip before retracing the same line down her right leg and giving it the same treatment as the left. Realizing I’m determined to take my time, she whimpers, and the sound goes straight to my cock, making the already straining appendage pulse against the closure of my jeans. Smiling against her skin, I kiss the inside of her right knee, eliciting another moaning giggle from her.
“Sawyer stop teasing me…” she moans, meaning not a word of it.
. Under my heated stare she opens for me, spreading her legs further and putting herself on perfect display. Her chest is rising and falling with ragged breaths, her lashes feather closed as her head lolls off to the side; clearly lost to the sensation of my hands on her. Tessa’s dark hair is splayed out over the white pillow like the halo of some dark angel. My saving grace, my Babydoll. Mine.
Leaning forward, I slide one hand up each leg until I reach her hips. I press another kiss to each hip bone before bringing my hands to her waist, flexing my fingers into her soft flesh. I continue my path up her body, trailing my hands to her ribs and nuzzling between her full breasts. Needing to lighten the mood, I tickle her ribs and laugh into her cleavage as she struggles and screeches with laughter under me. Tessa presses against my shoulders and tries to push me off, but I tighten my hold and close my mouth over one nipple through the purple cotton covering her breast, gently tugging with my teeth. As I roll my tongue around the pebbled peak, her pushes turn to pulls as she curls her fingers into my shoulders, dragging me closer.
I release her cotton covered peak and move to kiss the swell of her breast as it spills out of the cup of her bra, rubbing my bearded jaw over the delicate skin. The need to leave my mark on every inch of her consumes me. I want to see it all; the flush my efforts bring to her skin, the bright pink from the little bit of beard burn left behind between her breasts, the deeper red and purple from the bite marks along her hip. She is mine and I’m claiming every single inch of her.
Continuing up her body I trail kisses over her collarbone, nibbling at the hollow of her throat before suckling at the little spot where her shoulder meets her throat. With slow movements, I skim my hands down her arms and thread my fingers with hers. On a groan, I bring our clasped hands over her head and press them into the mattress as I leverage myself more fully over her. Tessa arches into me and lets her legs fall open farther, allowing me to settle between them. My still jean clad hips press against her center and I rock against her, letting her feel the outline of my straining cock through the denim.
My lips finally return to hers and I take them in a searing kiss, delving my tongue into her mouth; claiming her, branding her, consuming her. With more pressure this time, I rock against her and she moans into the kiss. Tessa’s kisses are a drug, addictive. I could lose myself in them forever and die a happy man. I need more.
“Need to taste you. Need you falling apart on my tongue Babydoll,” I say against her lips, not willing to break the contact more than absolutely necessary. Tessa’s responding whimper and bucking hips makes me smile against her lips before deepening the kiss once again. Letting go of her hands, I trail my fingers and lips down her body until I reach the edge of her panties. I lick and suck across the line of them before hooking my fingers into the waistband and slowly peeling them from her. Tessa lifts her hips just enough so the fabric can slide over the curve of her ass and I reward her with a kiss to her neatly trimmed mound.
With a quick tug, I discard the offending clothing and skim my hands up her legs again, pressing a line of kisses from her knee up her inner thigh, and across her pubic bone. I nuzzle into the small patch of curls there before nipping playfully just above her clit. My bearded chin teases over her center, tickling her, but offering only a tease.
Tessa lets out a needy whimper as I press open mouthed kisses to either side of her pussy, leaving the spot where her thighs met her body with my tongue, not ready to be done teasing her just yet. She tries to wiggle her hips to get me where she wants me, and I nip at her with a chuckle. I lift my head and rest my chin on her pubic bone, smiling up at her with a cheeky grin. With a harrumph of displeasure, she lifts her head from the pillow and glares at me. All I do is smile back at her, trying to contain my laugh at her little pout. She reaches down and threads her fingers into my hair and her eyes turn pleading.
“Please…”
My smile gets even brighter at the sound of her voice and I shoot her a wink before lowering my head again. Hovering my lips over her pussy for a moment, I blow a stream of cool air against her heated flesh and she squirms under me, her fingers tightening in my hair again.
“Please Sawyer… please.”
Growling deep in my throat, I extend my tongue and give her one long slow lick from bottom to top with the flat of my tongue; flicking it over her clit when I reach it. She throws her head back and lets out a groan that has me smiling. I slowly circle her clit, teasing all around but never making full contact with the little bud. Tessa’s fingers tense against my scalp again and I flick my tongue against her clit, once again she arches and cries out in response.
The sound of her sweet cry snaps the last of my restraint. I swirl my tongue, sucking and nipping at her clit relentlessly. The astonished sounds of pleasure falling from her lips and the
intoxicating taste of her have me desperate for more. I settle further into the bed and drape her thighs over my shoulders, allowing me to wrap my arms around her hips, gripping the tops of her thighs as I devour her. Alternating between long probing licks, flicks and sucks, I savor her.
With a curl of my tongue I delve into her, fucking her with my tongue; thrusting into her in a steady pace as I reach a hand between her thighs and find her clit with my thumb. I work her over until she is panting, pleading with me, begging for me to let her come. I adjust positions slightly to close my lips around her clit again and she cries out in pleasure that melts into a keening moan as her back arches off the bed. I thrust two fingers into her slick heat and curl them, hitting her in that perfect spot.
Tessa’s legs start to shake, and I growl against her, never stopping my ministrations. At the vibration from my growl, she flies apart. Her thighs close around my head, her hand gripping almost painfully in my hair, the other clutching the sheet next to her, and her body shakes and bucks with wild abandon. I don’t let up, continuing to work her with my fingers and mouth, dragging every ounce of her orgasm from her. She screams my name, chanting it over and over again like a prayer. I finally release her and ease my fingers out of her when she starts to come down from her high. She’s shaking and trying to suck in shuddering breaths, her eyes closed and an almost pained expression on her face as the aftershocks continue to crash through her.
I press a sweet kiss to her inner thigh before pulling myself from between her legs and crawl up beside her, dragging her into my arms and against my chest. My hands sift through her silky hair while I mutter soft words to her as she comes back to herself. When she can finally catch her breath, Tessa leans back and looks up at me, her eyes still hazy with lust and exhaustion. The serene, blissed out expression on her face makes me grin back down at her. Leaning down I press a kiss to her lips, intending it to be a tender and sweet little press of the lips and nothing more, but her hand snakes up and tags the back of my neck and she holds me to her. Tessa takes control of the kiss and deepens is, tasting herself on my lips and clearly not caring or minding.
Giving myself over to her and the kiss, I make quick work of her bra and toss it over my shoulder with the rest of the clothes, needing to feel all of her. She breathes my name through the kiss in a needy whisper.
“What Babydoll. What do you need?” I goad her, knowing exactly what she wants but damn I need to hear it.
“Sawyer. I need you. I need you in me,” she begs. I can be a jackass sometimes, so I slide my hand between her legs and tease her center with my fingers.
“Like this?” I tease, nipping at her lower lip.
She groans and claws at my shoulders in frustration. “Put your goddamn cock in me. Fuck me, you cocky bastard,” she all but growls as she moves her hands to my belt and starts frantically tugging at it. Tessa works it free before tearing at the buttons of my fly and snaking her hand under my boxers. The feel of her hand wrapping around my painfully hard shaft and the little squeeze she gives has me sucking in a breath through my teeth and nearly seeing stars. I pull away from her just long enough to drag my jeans and boxers down my hips and kick them off. I meet her kiss again as her hand returns to my cock, her deliciously soft palm working over my length.
Without breaking the kiss, I roll Tessa onto her back and settle myself between her legs. The head of my cock brushing against her swollen clit and she tenses, giving a little whimper against my lips. I rock against her again, loving the little mewling whimpers she gives with each teasing stroke.
“Please, god… please Sawyer. Fuck me,” she begs, bucking her hips up to meet me. Pulling back from the kiss and, bracing my hands on either side of her head, I come over her. She rubs against my length in a silent plea, her eyes scrunched shut as if almost in pain from need.
I pull my hips away and quietly but sternly say “No.”
Tessa looks up at me with confusion and pleading in her eyes, I can almost hear the thoughts running through her right now, wondering what went wrong. I can’t put voice to my thoughts right now, so I let my body say it all. Holding her gaze, I watch her as I slowly… so damn slowly… sink into her. Inch by delicious inch, she takes me into her until I am seated to the hilt inside her wet heat.
I stay there, letting her adjust to me, reveling in the feeling of completeness washing over me. It’s something I have never felt before and it rocks me back. Pressing my forehead to hers, I take a deep steadying breath.
“Sawyer,” she whispers my name.
“Tessa,” I whisper back, slowly withdrawing almost completely from her. She whimpers, begging me to fuck her once again. “No. Not Fuck. This,” I say as I slowly push back into her. “This is so goddamn much more.”
Tessa’s back arches as I take her lips in a slow, but demanding kiss. Its intense, breath stealing, life affirming. I settle into a steady rhythm with my hips, savoring the drag of my skin against hers. I feel her tighten around me and reach my hand down between us and find her clit, applying just a small amount of pressure, but it’s enough to send her flying. I watch her fly apart underneath me, her pussy clamping down around my cock like a vice, pulling a deep groan from me as I continue thrusting through her spasms and cries. She clings to my shoulders and holds on for dear life as she cries out my name. When she finally relaxes a bit, I pull back and look down at her again.
“Fuck. This is my favorite sight in the whole fucking world. You’re stunning Babydoll,” I kiss her again and start to pick up my pace. No longer able to hold back, the emotion of it all is overwhelming me and I don’t know what will happen if I let it sweep me away.
“Sawyer… please.” she doesn’t know what she is asking for, but dammit if I don’t want to give it to her; give it all to her. I pick up my pace again, the sweet and slow giving way to the frantic, hard, and frenzied rush of trying to consume one another. Our hands are everywhere, and I lick, suck, and bite at every inch of skin I can get my lips on.
I continue to pound mercilessly into her until I feel my release starting to build at the base of my spine. Slamming into her, circling my hips with each stroke, causing her to throw her head back and cry my name and a string of colorful curses that would have had me laughing my ass off at if this woman’s pussy wasn’t trying to choke my cock to death. My release creeps up my cock and I feel my balls tighten a moment before every muscle in my body contracts and I groan out Tessa’s name, pouring myself into her.
As the aftershocks take over, I collapse onto her and bury my head in her neck as we both attempt to catch our breaths and come back down to earth. I shiver as she skims her hands over my back, my arms, through my hair. With a contented moan, I press a kiss to her neck and nuzzle into her. After a moment, my breathing returns to normal and I pull back just enough to press my forehead to hers.
“Sawyer,” she whispers and it sounds like a prayer. The emotions choking her voice hit me like a punch in the gut.
This woman.
This amazing woman is everything.
“I love you Tessa,” I whisper so softly, I’m not sure if she hears it.
“Sawyer?” she asks, her hands coming up to my cheeks, forcing me to look at her. “Need your eyes biker man.”
I can’t help but chuckle as she uses my own line against me. It feels like the wind has been knocked out of me when I meet her gaze. She is staring up at me with the brightest smile I have ever seen grace her perfect features. Utter and complete love and acceptance shining back up at me.
“Say it again,” she says, pressing a kiss to my lips.
“I love you Tessa,” I say, meeting her gaze and watching as the truth of my words wash over her. I swear she glows. She’s brighter than the sun and I can hardly stand to look at her but could never look away. Tears form at the corners of her eyes and start to spill down her cheeks. I lean forward and kiss the tears away.
“No tears, Babydoll. Never tears.”
“I can’t help it, you beast,” she says with a wate
ry laugh. Tessa tilts her chin up and kisses me again. When she finally pulls back, she looks up at me, that glow all but blinding now as it radiates from her.
“I love you too, Sawyer.”
Chapter 27
Sawyer
Friday morning dawns to an entirely too bright and cheery day. It just doesn’t seem right to have the sun shining and little birdies singing when we are about to pull the shit we are in for today. It doesn’t sit well with me. I’m not overly superstitious, but I can’t shake the feeling that today will cost something.
Tessa is already up and in the shower by the time I wake up. Having the bed next to me empty when I open my eyes isn’t helping my unease in any way. The last couple of days have started and ended the same way, with Tessa in my arms where she belongs.
I’ll never admit it out loud, but I’m nervous about the raid tonight. I’m never nervous on a Club run, but this is different. This feels too real, too close to home. Laying back against the pillows, I stare up at the ceiling trying to order my thoughts. I have to get my head right before tonight or we’ll be fucked before we even start.
Tessa comes back into the room already dressed in jeans and one of my shirts, toweling off her hair. She hasn’t been keeping up with the dye and her natural red tones are peaking through more and more. I love seeing her hair catch fire in the sunlight as she walks across the room toward me.
“So, when do we leave?” she asks without looking at me, continuing to dry her hair like it’s a perfectly normal day.
“The Brothers and I are heading out by six. We want to be in position and ready to act as soon as David gets there,” I answer, attempting to ignore her none too subtle insinuation that she would be coming along.
