He nips at my lip. "And penis."
I nod.
"Say it, Tess, I want to hear the words."
I giggle. "You also have a magical penis, Nick Carrington."
"Good. Now that we got that straight, there should be no more problems between us. Do you want to get started on the magic penis right now," he says, circling my puckered skin.
I shake my head no.
He circles his thumb and I press my soaking wet pussy against him. "You sure?"
I nod. "One earth-shattering experience a night is all I can handle."
"Earth-shattering? Say that again."
I bring my mouth to his. "Shut up and kiss me."
"Say please."
"Please," I breathe out.
"You're learning," he says, and then his mouth is on mine, owning me, and taking my breath away.
For sex with Nick, I will learn to say please.
With Nick, I might even beg.
Nick
FOR AS LONG as I can remember I've always been somewhat of a selfish prick, especially in the sack.
Sure, I liked to get women off, but only because I knew it would make my orgasm that much sweeter.
Getting Tess off though, that is something I can't get enough off. The sounds she makes. The way she moves. The way her body responds. Her orgasms are like a drug, the more I get, the more I want.
And when she gets me off-fuck, it's like nothing I've ever felt.
Today is Monday, and Tess had Max for the morning while I went to work. I knew she'd be taking him to preschool around eleven, so I called her and asked her to drop back by Fiona and Ethan's place for a quick second before heading to the café. Max was being a chatterbox, so she didn't play fifty questions or try to argue. I'm sure she thought it would be easier just to do as I asked. And yes, she's learning, and yes that made me smile.
The reason for the quick rendezvous-I had a gift for her, well actually two.
As soon as she walked up the stairs she saw it. The old-fashioned cash register she wanted for her café. I had put a bid on it last week on eBay, won the auction, and it arrived this morning.
Now, she's thanking me, on her knees in front of me.
I slide my hands through her hair, curling the strands around my fingers as I lean into her. Deeper. Each movement bringing pleasure that sets me on fire.
I've been with many women, that is no secret, but Tess is different. I can't explain it, and for now, I don't want to dive too deep. All I know is that when we're together we talk about things I have never talked about. We laugh more than I ever remember laughing. And our chemistry in bed is off-the-charts.
I think I now understand the meaning of the phrase, 'pussy-whipped."
My pants are at my ankles, the belt jingling against the floor as I sink into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat before sliding back out.
She licks her tongue over the sensitive underside of my cock and I groan, "Fuck, that feels so good. I don't think I've ever felt anything better than your mouth around my cock."
I can feel her smirk.
This time as she slides her mouth over my cock, she takes me so deep that I can't hold on to my sanity any longer.
"I'm going to come, baby. What do you want to do?" I ask in a strained voice.
Her answer comes when she puts her hands on my ass and holds me to her mouth, milking my cock for everything I have.
And then I come and come and come.
Once I'm spent, she tears her mouth away from my cock and stares up at me. "Well, that was unexpected."
I cup her face in my hands, and pull her up to me. "Yeah, but I'm not complaining. It's not like I was going to turn your offer of a blowjob down."
She bats my chest with her tiny fist. "I think being around you is turning me into a sex addict."
"Ouch," I joke and yank my pants up. Once I button them and fasten my belt, I reach around to the bag on the counter and hand it to her. "I got you one more thing."
Suspicion looms in her eyes as she takes it. Slowly she opens the bag and pulls the rectangular box of lubricant out. She shakes her head at me.
"What?" I say, "I thought we could get started on what we talked about the other night."
"How do you know I'll be in the mood for sex tonight?"
I pull her close and place my hands on her ass. "Because we only have two nights left before our babysitting gig is over and I know you'll want to make the most of it."
Tess pushes away from me and tosses the lube on the counter. "Is sex the only thing you ever think about?"
She doesn't look at me. She gives me her profile, staring into the kitchen.