sitting or even leaning on that backside for quite some time.
“We have put this matter to rest,” he said gently. “I won’t say another word to you about this unless I see that you’re not taking care of your car again. Regardless of where we go together – whether we’re together forever or you decide you hate my guts tomorrow – you are always to come to me with any mechanical problems. I will take care of it. That’s something I always can and will do for you, because I always want to know that you’re safe.”
“What if I can’t afford to pay you?”
Tess could see that his jaw was already flexing, but asked anyway. It was a very pertinent question, as far as she was concerned. “Then we’ll get you on a convenient payment plan and you’ll pay me what you can, when you can, just like I said. And no more than that, understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” The words just fell out of her mouth, and she didn’t like that at all. He was looking entirely too self-satisfied about it, but then he’d been a military officer. He was used to people addressing him that way. Although she had no interest in following in their footsteps, it just seemed somehow right in this situation.
“That’s what I like to hear,” he breathed as he melded their lips together.
Tessa knew she should raise some sort of objection – Lord knows she didn’t want him to think that she was always going to address him as “Sir” – but the taste and feel of his lips on hers washed away every coherent thought from her mind as the throbbing between her legs reached a fever pitch, and he hadn’t even touched her down there yet.
Before she knew it, he had rolled them over, tucking her under him, drinking in her breath. She gasped when her still-bare bottom hit the cotton comforter, but she didn’t have time to dwell on that because his hands were already busily unbuttoning her shirt.
“Ahhh, it does match your panties,” he sighed when he’d tossed her blouse away, leaving her in the bra he was admiring, nothing else between them as he insinuated himself between her legs. He pressed the most eager part of himself – still separated as it was from her by a layer of jeans and his boxers, but no less prominent because of it – against the vulnerable notch where it most wanted to find a home.
Sean kissed every inch of her face as she lay beneath him, pressing reverent kisses to the tip of her nose, her eyelids, her temples, and finally, achingly, her lips. Tessa thought she would drown in his kisses, meeting each of them eagerly, her tongue sparring with his when she wasn’t shocking him with the audacity of nibbling at the corners of his mouth.
“I want you, Tessa, and I have to have you.” His voice was as thick as his cock, which strained against the confines of his clothing. He had never seen anything sexier or sweeter than this voluptuous, submissive woman fixing him with an expression mixing lust and complete obedience.
It wasn’t a particularly romantic confession - more raw and unabashedly eager, which was itself a compliment. She felt the same. A sincere, pleading, “Please,” was the extent of consent she could get out through her addled brain.
Sean made short work of her bra; it quickly joined the rest of her clothes in a pile on the floor, leaving her naked as he began to arch his still denim-clad self against her crotch, adoring the moans she made as he continued to grind himself against her.
Tessa’s restless hands tried to work his t-shirt up and over his head, her palms luxuriating in the feel of him as she ran them up and down his bare flanks, but his shirt got stuck at his armpits and she began mewling and tugging at the hem.
“You want it off, do you?” he asked, obviously in a much more coherent state than she was.
Once he’d finally divested himself of the shirt, she arched and took one small nipple
“We have put this matter to rest,” he said gently. “I won’t say another word to you about this unless I see that you’re not taking care of your car again. Regardless of where we go together – whether we’re together forever or you decide you hate my guts tomorrow – you are always to come to me with any mechanical problems. I will take care of it. That’s something I always can and will do for you, because I always want to know that you’re safe.”
“What if I can’t afford to pay you?”
Tess could see that his jaw was already flexing, but asked anyway. It was a very pertinent question, as far as she was concerned. “Then we’ll get you on a convenient payment plan and you’ll pay me what you can, when you can, just like I said. And no more than that, understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” The words just fell out of her mouth, and she didn’t like that at all. He was looking entirely too self-satisfied about it, but then he’d been a military officer. He was used to people addressing him that way. Although she had no interest in following in their footsteps, it just seemed somehow right in this situation.
“That’s what I like to hear,” he breathed as he melded their lips together.
Tessa knew she should raise some sort of objection – Lord knows she didn’t want him to think that she was always going to address him as “Sir” – but the taste and feel of his lips on hers washed away every coherent thought from her mind as the throbbing between her legs reached a fever pitch, and he hadn’t even touched her down there yet.
Before she knew it, he had rolled them over, tucking her under him, drinking in her breath. She gasped when her still-bare bottom hit the cotton comforter, but she didn’t have time to dwell on that because his hands were already busily unbuttoning her shirt.
“Ahhh, it does match your panties,” he sighed when he’d tossed her blouse away, leaving her in the bra he was admiring, nothing else between them as he insinuated himself between her legs. He pressed the most eager part of himself – still separated as it was from her by a layer of jeans and his boxers, but no less prominent because of it – against the vulnerable notch where it most wanted to find a home.
Sean kissed every inch of her face as she lay beneath him, pressing reverent kisses to the tip of her nose, her eyelids, her temples, and finally, achingly, her lips. Tessa thought she would drown in his kisses, meeting each of them eagerly, her tongue sparring with his when she wasn’t shocking him with the audacity of nibbling at the corners of his mouth.
“I want you, Tessa, and I have to have you.” His voice was as thick as his cock, which strained against the confines of his clothing. He had never seen anything sexier or sweeter than this voluptuous, submissive woman fixing him with an expression mixing lust and complete obedience.
It wasn’t a particularly romantic confession - more raw and unabashedly eager, which was itself a compliment. She felt the same. A sincere, pleading, “Please,” was the extent of consent she could get out through her addled brain.
Sean made short work of her bra; it quickly joined the rest of her clothes in a pile on the floor, leaving her naked as he began to arch his still denim-clad self against her crotch, adoring the moans she made as he continued to grind himself against her.
Tessa’s restless hands tried to work his t-shirt up and over his head, her palms luxuriating in the feel of him as she ran them up and down his bare flanks, but his shirt got stuck at his armpits and she began mewling and tugging at the hem.
“You want it off, do you?” he asked, obviously in a much more coherent state than she was.
Once he’d finally divested himself of the shirt, she arched and took one small nipple
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