Tessa's Escape to Athena's Ground(61)

                “Ah, sweet Tessa is very, very aroused.” He sat on the bed next to her, hauled her on to his lap and wrapped one strong arm around her waist. Before she knew it, she was tipped forward. Russell’s fingers spread her vaginal lips and felt her opening. “You’re so wet,” he grunted, and then he entered Tessa from behind.

                She yelped, more from surprise than anything else. Russell pushed himself firmly inside her core and then sat, pulling her onto his lap.

                “This was number one on your list tonight, remember?” He held Tessa in place, at an angle that felt awkward to her until he began rocking his hips into her. His shaft was long and hard and with each rock, it built pressure and friction across her sweet spot. Just as Tessa was getting used to the sensation at her mound, Russell leaned over her shoulder and took a mouthful of her breast.

                It was too much. And too little.

                Tessa groaned, loudly, and Russell rocked faster.

                Tessa wasn’t sure how long Russell rocked, but it was without a doubt the longest time a man had ever been hard inside her. She felt the promise of white hot fire, but the stimulation wasn’t enough to create the waves that brought her to orgasm.

                 “Deeper,” Tessa moaned, thinking that would do the trick.

                Russell obliged, rocking her so hard her thighs made loud slapping noises as she landed back into his lap after each thrust. But it didn’t work, and Tessa began to squirm. He stilled her by holding her tight against him with both arms.

                “This position feels good, but it’s often difficult for a woman to come without direct stimulation to the clit. I can make you come, if you trust me.”

                “Please,” Tessa all but whimpered. Her clitoris was swollen and her insides full, but somehow, not full enough.

                Russell stood, turned around, and placed Tessa face down on the edge of the bed. He kept her hips raised, her weight supported on her knees. When she tried to raise her upper body off the bed, he gently but firmly pushed her back down.

                “This is the best angle, Tessa. Trust me, you’ll like this.” Each large hand grasped one of Tessa’s hips and he held her in place as he thrust, gently at first to make sure he was still completely inside. The walls of Tessa’s vagina tightened around him and he smiled.

                “You’re going to give my cock a great ride. And I’m going to make you scream.”

                Since Ben, Tessa had stopped wincing when she heard ‘the words.’ Instead, she moaned.

                Russell took the on-ramp to the highway going eighty miles an hour, his penis deep and fast while his fingers pressed against Tessa’s clitoris. Tessa came with a scream she didn’t recognize as her own.



                             Russell stopped moving. He was still hard, but a hair’s breadth from coming himself. If he could hold on, he’d give Tessa a double.

                Tessa started to wiggle free.

                “No. We’re not done yet.”

                Russell had been inside her for thirty minutes. He’d rocked her. He’d rolled her. And she’d had an amazing, explosive orgasm. How could they not be finished?





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                Russell pulled out and reached for a tube. “Lubricant,” he said as he squirted a generous dollop in his palm. Then he reached for the glass ‘toy’ he’d introduced Tessa to earlier. She started to back away.