Page 63 of Not Since Ewe
Electric heat shot straight to my balls as her hips rocked into me. My hands shook as I slid them up her waist, stopping on her rib cage just below her breasts. I wanted to touch her so badly. Everywhere. I wanted to feel her muscles trembling under my hands, wanted to hear her breathless pants as I tasted her, wanted to feel her hot pussy clenching around me.
But she’d said “Kiss me,” not “Fuck me up against your kitchen counter.” If I pushed my luck too far she might change her mind again.
Only the way she was rubbing herself against me didn’t feel like she was about to change her mind. One of her hands had dropped to my ass, which she was kneading shamelessly as she ground herself against my throbbing hard-on. It felt so good, I could hardly stand it. My body was going into overload, not enough oxygen in my lungs and too much blood shuddering through my veins.
Tess’s other hand slipped under my shirt, dancing over the bare skin of my abdomen. Everywhere she touched me the muscles tensed and trembled. When I felt the sharp graze of her nails as her fingers dipped into my waistband, I realized I was on the brink of a serious calamity.
Wait,” I grunted, pulling back to catch my breath. “Just—hang on.”
Tess froze and let go of me, which was what I needed, but not at all what I wanted. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong.” I screwed my eyes shut and shoved my hands through my hair.Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK.“I just need a second.”
“If nothing’s wrong, why did you pull away?”
I opened my eyes, wincing at the wariness in her expression. Her walls were starting to go up again, and the only way to stop it was brutal candor. “Because I was afraid I was going to come, okay? That’s why I needed a second.”
She arched an eyebrow, her lips quirking in a smug smile. “Really?”
“Yes, really.”
“Flattering.” Her smile tugged wider. “For me, that is.”
“Ha ha,” I muttered, cutting a glare at her. “It’s possible it’s been a while since I’ve done this.”
“How long’s a while?”
I scrubbed a hand over my face, sagging back against the counter across from her. “I’d rather not say.”
She frowned. “Why not?”
My gaze dropped to the floor as I forced myself to unclench my jaw and tell her the truth. Again. All my embarrassing secrets were coming out tonight. “Because I haven’t slept with anyone since my divorce, and I don’t want to admit how long it’s been since my ex-wife and I last had sex.”
Two years and change, for the record. One year since the divorce, and over a year before that since Wendy and I had been intimate. Amazing I hadn’t seen the divorce coming. That was how far up my own asshole I’d been.
“Oh,” Tess said softly. “Wow.”
“Yeah.” And now I’d killed the mood by oversharing. At least coming wasn’t likely to be a problem anytime soon.
Silence sloshed awkwardly between us as a series of emotions flickered behind her eyes. The way she was looking at me made me feel like I was being evaluated and recategorized like a mis-shelved library book.
It must’ve seemed weird that I hadn’t ventured into the dating pool since my marriage broke up. It wasn’t as if I hadn’t thought of it. I certainly hadn’t been sitting around pining for my ex-wife or anything like that. I just hadn’t had the time—or the energy, to be honest. All my focus had been on repairing my relationship with my kids. Between that and work, I hadn’t had room in my life for anything else. Shit, I barely even remembered to eat half the time.
“It’s okay,” Tess said finally. “We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready.”
“No way,” I growled. “Fuck that. I’m ready. I’mtoogoddamn ready—that’s the problem.”
The corner of her mouth dimpled, and she hopped up onto the kitchen island. “In that case, I think you should come back over here.”
I didn’t need to be asked twice. Pushing off the opposite counter, I closed the distance between us in one long step. When my hips bumped against her knees, she spread them to welcome me between her legs.
I cradled her face in my hands, dragging my thumb over her kiss-swollen lips. Her fingers slid into my hair and tugged, urging me to kiss her. Instead, I gently bit her lower lip. Her eyes fluttered closed as she shuddered in my hands. I licked her next, sweeping my tongue across her lip. She squirmed, wriggling against me, and I bit her again, a little harder. This time she moaned, and I pulled back to drink in the sight of her.
“So beautiful,” I whispered. “I love seeing you like this.”
Her eyes blinked open, and her lips pressed together before curving at the corners. “Remember what you wanted to know earlier?” She captured one of my hands and placed it on her thigh. “Still want to find out?”
“Fuck yes.” I grabbed a handful of her long skirt and hiked it up until my fingers flexed on soft, bare skin.
