“To the flip side…I love you.” He crushes me with his smile and the way his eyes float across my face in search of answers. We clink glasses, both taking sips as he skates his fingers along the front of my corset.
“You doing okay? Want me to tuck you into bed for the night?” His lips are on my neck, tasting me, then at my mouth, where I taste my own sex. Everything in our moment is erotic and decadent.
“Sleep? Not a chance. I’m here to claim my prize,” I say suggestively, smoothing my hand over the hard outline of his groin.
“Is that so? Your prize? Mmm, the one in your hand…is that what you want?” His tongue is flat and wet as it drags along my skin as though he’s washing me.
“Yes, I want that. I want all of you…all.” I’m committed to my self-indulgent arousal, knowing the delicate balance I’m riding.
“Four…five…six,” he whispers as he open two more clasps at the bottom and one at the top.
This has to be my night. I say it silently in rolling chants. Everything about it has been perfect since we’ve arrived, and I only want more of it and him. I reach across the line, offering my own small gift.
“Seven…eight,” I say as I undo two clasps. Only two left to go, then the whole corset will fall open to reveal all that I’ve kept hidden.
“There’s my girl.” His fingers move down the front of his crisp white shirt, popping open the silver knotted studs that ride the front placket. Then he deftly unbuckles his belt and stands at the side of the bed, dropping most everything. The outline of his rigid cock rides his black briefs like a masked stallion ready to mount me with its unleashing. I go to him on my knees, crawling—as he knew I would—hooking my thumbs into the edge of his briefs, then sliding them down his well-muscled legs. The bob of his cock slapping up against his belly makes my mouth water to taste him.
“Tess…oh fuck…” He groans as I lick the wet bead from his velvet head, then take all of him into my mouth. I’m spellbound, looking up at his muscled torso as his hands rest on my shoulders while he watches me take him greedily in and out of my mouth.
“You taste so good. I want you, Scout, please.”
He’s heavy, hard, full, and rocking himself into my mouth like he owns it. Fucking my mouth the way I want him in my pussy. God, how I want it.
“Tess…fuck…not yet….” He picks me up by the waist, then moves us to the center of the bed. He lies on his back, encouraging me to climb on top of him. I’m wetter than a midsummer rainstorm and as ready for him as I’ll ever be. Only two more clasps to go. Seems simple, right? So close I can taste it. Open the door, let him in. Be free. He wants you, you want him….
My wet, engorged lips ride along his cock as ripples of excitement shoot through me. His invitation impossible for me to resist. I’m breathless and seconds away from him sliding inside of me. His arms wreath my tiny waist, helping my body glide across his velvety marble-like length. Our eyes lock and my heart flutters as my pulse leaps about in violent sweeps of erratic rhythm.
“So wet for me. I want to be inside of you…making love to you.” His gaze drops from mine to my corset front.
“Nine,” he says as he opens one more. That one word makes my heart turn over. I do all I can to fight back tears, my emotions making me breathless in my overwhelming need to be close to him. Then, in one easy sweep, he rolls us over and pins me underneath him. Tears sting my eyes, finally giving way to slow drops that slide over my cheekbones. My hard swallows make me feel powerless and wanting all at once.
“What if you run from me? I’ll die, you know.”
“I’ll stay. I’m going nowhere, you know.”
“I’m afraid I’ll scare you.”
“I’m certain you’ll thrill me…always do, always have. Don’t give up on me, on us…not now, Tess. Don’t lock me out the way you’ve done to yourself. You’ve always owned my heart. Now you own my soul.”
“Scout, I—I don’t know if I can…”
“You know you can. I know you can.”
“I want you—oh God, so much—but I’m…”
“Tess, sweetheart, it’s me. Let me love you,” he says, placing a warm, blanketing kiss over my mouth, melting my resolve. His hands rest on my corset front. His kisses drown out my fears while he undoes that final, determining clasp. His lips come off mine; his eyes lock onto my own. And in a tender, sacredly intimate moment, my corset falls open as he pushes it off my chest, revealing all that I am, while he glides himself inside of me.
“Scout…oh…” I gasp as my stomach flips and he thrusts deeply into my wet tightness. He instinctively takes his lips to my flesh, sweeping kisses, then nibbling, sucking, licking, never once looking away from my eyes. I find myself nodding…gasping for air because everything feels so incredibly earth-shattering and beautiful between us.
“Tess, my baby, my gorgeous girl. I love you…you’re so beautiful. Jesus…”
I feel transformed, reborn, and unshakeable as we surrender our bodies, lust, and love to each other in bold purchase. Every stroke is deeply intense and unyielding as he invades me with rushing force and liberation.
“Scout…so deep…I…oh…”
“Too deep? It’s so amazing to be inside of you, Tess. Jesus, you were worth the wait. Oh, God, so good…fuck, Tess.”
“I love it. I love you. Harder, deeper…all of you…feels so good.”
“Tess…I want to you come with me. Are you there? I’m so…oh fuck…” His words send a swell through every point in my body, coaxing my claim in desperation.
“Scout… Oh, please. Now…yeah…” I beg him, each word a distinct plea for his release as I give all of myself to him and to my own succulent submission as he does to me.
We lie wet against each other, the scent of sex and sea mingling in the air. Scout traces his fingers over my chest as his eyes follow with a look of satisfaction. His lips sprinkle kisses in their wake. My heart soars as tears glide down my face, both of us knowing exactly what each drop holds. Trust, love, courage. Promises.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
SCOUT
Her body bucks up against mine, legs wrapping around me, hands pulling my ass into her. Her eyes, her lips, her sweet low moans as she says my name in hushed tones and seductive gasps—beguiling. Every breath is a mirror of my own. She’s voracious, her carnal need matching mine. Her stamina, desire, and urges are unyielding, feeding my desperation to fill her as we make love for the second time with ravenous decadence.
“So tight…so wet. Oh fuck, Tess.”
She consumes my lips, her mouth fucking me as hard as I am her sex. Our wet, sliding slaps of skin against skin collide in torrential power-loving swells of urge.
“Scout, oh, please…I’m…”
I inhale her as she nears her climax, her eyes barely able to stay open. Her head falls back in ecstasy as she’s transported with animal-like need to another plateau.
“Let go, Tess, let go.” I pump into her with vigor, claiming my own alarmingly intense orgasm. “Fuck, Tess, I’m coming. Oh God…”
Her wet, limp body drapes like silk beneath mine, her breathing jagged and hot against my chest. Her heartbeat is like a fireball moving through space.
“You’re kind of my hero, brave girl, you know that?” I nearly choke on my words—I’m that delirious.
“Thanks, but I think it’s more like you’re mine. You helped me find me.” Her hands slide up and down my body, making it feel as if she’s melting into me.
“You were always in there. Sometimes it takes another person who loves you really hard to help you notice yourself.” I pull her hard into my body while planting kisses on her flushed, sweaty face. “You know, I’ve never had a choice about how much I love you. I’ve never been very good at steering my heart,” I tell her as my insides swell in recognition that we’re lying in contended unison, just as I’ve wanted for most of my life.
“Guess I never had a choice either, though I did try to stronghold mine. Once a bull rider, always a b
ull rider. We did it. I mean, crazy, right? We’re finally here.” A small, dizzy smile skates across her face, then blossoms into a wide, committed grin.
“Yeah, I like your kind of crazy, baby. Looks like somebody deserves a new bubblegum-machine ring,” I whisper as I skate my hands across the texture of her sides.
“And maybe my very own Hostess vending machine with free monthly refills.” She’s giggling, and it’s the sweetest, most heartwarming thing I could possibly imagine. She made it through a window. Well, more than that: she made it over a mountain. A mountain she never thought she could see the other side of. In her fear of reveal, she’d forgotten who she was. I knew all along that she couldn’t bury her diamond-like soul in a cave of fear. She’s all light and goodness; she’ll always find a surface to shine on.
“Hostess: done. Your ass could use some cream.” Not that I meant the innuendo, but now that it’s rolled off my tongue, I really would love to have my way with her hindquarters.
“Such a perv. I love you for it.” She smacks me in the chest, following it with a punch.
“Yeah. I do. And to be clear, I really do.” I grab her wrist as she’s about to punch me again. “I’ve kidnapped you, so these next few days…ahhh, Tess, Tess, Tess, I’m gonna have you like the Berenstain Bears, baby. Inside, outside, upside down. So much time to make up for, so much to discover.”
“Good thing you’re citing children’s books because we forgot a little something in our haste.” She’s cringing, covering her face with both hands. But I didn’t forget— I knew all along and not for a minute was I going to make love to her any other way but bareback.
“No, we didn’t forget anything.”
“You knew and you didn’t stop? I’m off the pill. What if…?”
“What if? What if I love you so much that all I want to do is make you happy? What if I want you to be the only woman I ever make love to again? What if you got pregnant on the very first time we ever made love? What if we had a whole bunch of babies that all have your gorgeous eyes and delicious lips and your brilliant brains and sweet tight ass and your smart mouth, and my throwing arm?”
“You’d be okay with that? I mean, if I got pregnant. That doesn’t freak you out?”
“Nothing about that freaks me out. Nothing about us freaks me out. You dazzle me…always have, always will, Tess Harlow.”
“Scout, I… Oh my God, really?”
“I’m committed. Really, sweetheart. I mean all of it, every word. I hope it happens.”
She shoots up to a sitting position just next me, tracing her hands up and down my body, from my nipples to the root of my cock, her eyes filling with glittering tears, lips quivering. She has no idea that I’m mapping all of her, branding this moment to my memory as the candlelight flickers across her skin. Every inch of her imperfectly beautiful body lures me in, and the second I think that thought, her arms fly up across her chest.
“Hey, hey. Hi there, I’ve been making love to you for the last hour, looking at your gorgeous self. I just told you that I didn’t wear a condom on purpose, that I knew what I was doing. Now listen, come here. No, no, no, you don’t get to do this.” I take her arms into my hands and kiss them. “We’re not going live in half-truths. We just made love, and it moved the earth inside of me, and I hope to fucking hell it did you, too. You can’t hide from me now. Please don’t try to take anything away from what we just experienced together. That would kill me inside. I love you—I love all of you. You can’t be afraid of me if I’m going to love you this hard. You can’t hide from me. Please, baby, tell me you won’t do that. I know this was hard for you, but tell me it was beautiful, too. Tell me the beauty and the intimate connection won out over your fear?”
Her eyes search my face and she seems momentarily wordless, trying to process everything. It’s a lot—this whole dam day is quite a lot, I know.
“I’m sorry… It’s all so new to me. Remember, you’re the first one to see me like this. I’m twenty-nine years old. I’ve had sex with, oh, I don’t know…”
“I don’t want to know.”
“Fifteen guys. Oooh, I thought you kind of…knew.”
“No guy wants to know once it’s over five…no, three. Just…let’s not go there. I don’t want to think about any guy inside of you.”
“Fine, well, anyway, not one of them ever felt my breasts, much less saw them. Forgive me if I slip up once in a while. And for the record, even though I’ve had my fair share of sex…that was the best ever.”
“It was for me, too. Best ever…because I adore you, and I feel electric with you.”
“I knew it would be and I had it all built up in my mind…and it was. It met every expectation and then some.”
“You liked my tongue too, right? Don’t lie. Now, that was a gorgeous orgasm to witness.”
“‘Liked’? Your tongue blew itself out of the water. Your tongue is like its own little fantasy island. And for the record, the unchartered territories…um, I’ve…never done that. But whoa…please, sir, can I have some more back door!”
“What?”
“You know, a rimmer, in combination with your well skilled, roving fingers. Jesus. Not your first time around a woman’s anatomy.”
I think my laugh startles her. But I can’t help it. She’s fucking adorable. And slightly flustered by how much she liked that I licked the forbidden love ring. There’s not an ounce of her flesh that I’m going to miss.
“What? You told me you’ve done anal—and that you like it—so I figured… Are you serious? Never?”
“Yup. But holy smokes.”
“Woman, you are sexy…having you in that position makes it pretty fucking hard not to want to lick every inch of you.”
“So you’re pretty free about exploring, then?” She’s stroking my flaccid cock, her fingers going everywhere—under my balls, my head, the shaft. I don’t think I’ll be soft for long.
“Oh, honey, you’re going to learn a few things about me in the next few days that we’ve never talked about.”
“So all these years you’ve been holding back when we’ve swapped sex stories?” she says as she fingers my ass. Looks like I’ll need a faster–than-normal recovery time with Tess…my little pleasure-seeker.
“I wouldn’t say holding back. We were just friends; I didn’t think you needed to know—ah, oh God, Tess, that’s nice—certain naughty things.”
“Such as? I like naughty. We always talked naughty. You were holding back!” She climbs between my legs, then takes me into her mouth.
“You’ll have to wait and see. I’d much rather show you than tell you. Mmm, that’s nice. Ohhhh, I love being with you…like this.”
“Me too. Skin on skin…I just didn’t know how I ever could.” Her head’s on my belly, eyes to mine, and she handles my cock exquisitely in her hand, a lazy, sweet smile on her face. She’s my heaven.
“Shhhh. Do you hear that, Tess?”
“Hear what?”
“You hear all that love? Your heartbeat dancing with mine, our skin melting together, sliding… You hear how my skin loves yours? The sound of your legs moving along my thigh, against the sheets. Your smile…I love hearing you smile because you’re in my arms. I’ve been waiting to hear these sounds my whole life. The sounds of us.”
I’ve always loved a woman’s flesh under my touch, but this makes me give into my craving lust like never before.
“No wonder you’re such an amazing songwriter. Nice work—I’m wet for you again.” She sits up, straddles me, and yes, she’s wet and ready…and amazing to watch as she writhes on top of me.
“Why, Miss Harlow… Yes, you are wet.”
“I love all your gooey inside parts as much as I love your rugged and polished outside parts. I especially like this hard part that seems to be getting harder under me. Yeah, I really like that part. Mmm…ready for another?”
She slides herself along my cock, riding it as though we’ve been fucking for years—and yeah, I’m ready for round
three. But first this.
“I have a rule.”
“What’s with you and all the rules lately?” she asks.
I might not make it to the explanation if she keeps riding me the way she is.
“I like being in charge and you’ve been needing a can of whoop ass anyway.” I cup her asscheeks in my hands while sliding into her. I can’t resist it another minute. “Oh, fuck, you feel so good…so tight. The rule is, I need you like this all the time. Naked.”
“Naked? Oh, this feels good. Damn, you’re so hard. I hope you’ve got lots of stamina for tonight…I want to fuck all night.” She slows her thrusts to a deep grind, but I keep mine moving. She feels like a vise on my cock.
“Lots of stamina and yes, naked. For the rest of the time we’re here, naked. This is Mission Desensitize Tess. Put your feet on me. Yeah…oh God. Is that too deep?” I ask after she places her feet onto my chest, giving me the freedom to go deeper in. She leans back, arching her breasts up.
“Oh, fuck, it’s good. Christ, you’re big, Scout. I mean, big-big. Wait…naked? Not even panties?”
“Fuck, Tess. So good… I’m big, you’re tight…nirvana. You feel that? How deep I am? Panties are fine. Yeah, wear panties. I like peeling them off of you.”
“Yeah. Oh…oh…I like how deep… I’ve noticed you like ripping panties off of me. Those were one-hundred-dollar panties.” She’s moving faster, hips gliding with mine in perfect rhythm. I always knew when we finally fucked it would be like dancing with her, that she’d know my body as instinctively as I know hers. But I didn’t how good. Life force good.
“That was a priceless feast. Worth the panty shred. I missed nothing. I washed every inch of you…and I loved it. God, you taste good. Oh, Tess, fuck… I—I’m too…” I pull out and flip her onto her knees because all this talk of ripping her panties off, licking her ass, and other goodness makes me want to fuck her from the back side.
“Head down, ass up: the way I like to eat you. Higher. Yeah, like that, sweetheart. Gorgeous…” I grab her hips while sliding in. I love fucking this way—it’s my favorite—but to have Tess like this… Oh Jesus. I’m pulling her onto me in hard, deep thrusts, and every one of them is answered in a moan. Those noises coming from her…hell, if that doesn’t make me just ram into her as hard as I can and come right this very minute.
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