Keep Me by Faith Andrews Page A

and took out a condom. My hands fumbled with his zipper, but his hands guided mine in undoing it and removing his jeans and underwear. I grabbed the foil packet from him and looked at him, admiring the bulging, thick flesh before me. “I’m on the pill. We don’t really need this. Unless…” I hated to think of him with all those other women right now but…
    “I always wear a condom, Tess. I’m clean.”
    I’d never been with anyone, other than my ex, without one, but I wanted to feel all of Marcus. I sat up, tossed the condom to the floor, and knelt in front of him. As his hands traced the curve of my neck and shoulder, my hands slid over his massive length.
    “You sure?” he asked, not removing his focus from my hand over him.
    “Mmmhmmm,” I mumbled and gulped down any insecurities, urging him down with a hand to his chest. My legs widened as I mounted him. His strong hands guided his cock between my legs, and I waited patiently, anticipating him. All of him.
    His eyes were dark, filled with desire. Filled with want. With need. With more . The tip of him gently expanded my sex and my panting grew harsher, his lips curving into a slight grin. “I’ve always wanted you.” With one thrust he completely filled me and I gasped. The sensation was spine-tingling. I tightened my knees, rocked over him, anchored him deep inside. He was everything I always wanted, too.

 
     
     
    “I’ve always wanted you.” The words just came out. I didn’t know what came over me, but I couldn’t help admit this truth while nestled deep inside Tessa’s addictive warmth. It was a hypnotic, mind-altering consummation of pure bliss. Rocking inside her was intoxicating, spellbinding, fucking insane. I’d lost all sense of sanity with her slick, tight walls wrapped around my dick.
    “ Marcus,” she moaned, as her hips bucked off the couch, urging me deeper and deeper into her.
    I was trying everything in my power not to collide with her the way I really needed to, but this was Tessa. She was different and as much as I needed to bury myself as far as I could inside the depths of her magical pussy, what I needed more was for her to feel that this was different for me. She wasn’t just another hot piece of ass. She wasn’t just a random somebody to warm my bed for a night. She wasn’t just for fun.
    “More, baby. God, I want more.” I meant it in so many ways and I wanted her to understand, but there were no words—in this delicious moment—that would do my aching heart justice. Shit! My heart never came in to play during sex. What the fuck was she doing to me?
    With determination as deep-rooted as my cock, I gripped her ass and flipped her body so it was underneath mine. I had to stop admitting all these crazy feelings to her and somehow steal back my man-card. Why all of a sudden did I forget how to play the game I was always so good at? My guess—the rules were changing. Did I even want the rules to change?
    As I rocked into her, my mind jerked itself from thoughts about rules at the pleasing sight of Tessa caressing her own body with that look on her face. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open, emitting sounds that made me twitch inside her. One hand tangled itself in the blond waves splayed across the cushion and the other kneaded the peaked bead of her beautiful, pink nipple. Oh, God, she was fucking hot. I cupped my hand over hers, helping her cause.“Open your eyes, baby. Watch me.”
    Her lids flickered open—maybe she was reluctant to adhere to my demand—but when her eyes met mine she smiled, and the glow that emanated from her flushed features was enough to make me come right then. “You’re beautiful, baby.”
    She closed her eyes again, taking in the compliment.
    My body ground against hers as I spoke. “Ah, ah. Open them, pretty girl. I want you to see what you do to me.”
    Her gaze found mine again and the adoration and fulfillment that seeped through made me eager to kiss her. I lowered myself