Chapter 63 Chapter 63

Chapter 63 Chapter 63


Carter

The door to my office opened, and Tessa walked in. She smiled as soon as she saw me, and I returned the smile to her.

"Tell me how everything went yesterday, with your daughter?" She asked as soon as she closed the door and stepped feet fully into the office.

"Well, it didn't go out as you imagined, but I tried my best. I tried talking to her yesterday, and after so much pleading, she agreed to keep our relationship a secret and not tell Mila about it." I answered taking her hands and pulling her towards my table.

She stared at me, unconvinced by my words, but she made no move to say any words.

"We don't have much time, Tessa; let's finish what we started yesterday evening before my daughter interrupted us," I winked at her, and she chuckled inwardly.

I opened her shirt, ran a veiny finger across her chest, leaned forward, and then placed a kiss in the center of her chest.

Her resistance shattered, and I pulled her into my arms.

"Tess." I groaned and crushed my lips to hers.

She tasted of fire and passion and memory. Tessa's lips greeted mine eagerly; her hunger matched my sudden own. Her mouth opened beneath mine, and my tongue plundered hers.

She yanked my shirt open and pushed it over my shoulders. I pulled her harder against me the soft fabric of her dress nothing more than a whisper between the heat of my body and hers. Her breasts molded against my chest, and I knew I was lost forever. And did not care.

I ran my hands over her neck and down the curve of her buttocks, cupping them in my hands and pressing her closer against me. My hips ground against hers; my arousal hard and hot and aching. I gathered the fabric of her gown and pulled it up until I could slide my hands over the smooth flesh of the backs of her thighs. I shifted quickly, drew my lips from here, and in one well-practiced move, pulled her gown over her head and tossed it aside.

"Ohh my." She sighed.

Why does she look surprised over it, like I haven't done with her countless number of times?

I pulled her hard against me, and my lips once more claimed her. Her naked breasts crushed against my bare chest, the redhead tips of her nipples pressing hard against me. My hands roamed over the derriere. Her hands trailed down to my side, her touch light and precise, as if she wanted to explore, as always, every inch of me but was kinda hesitant and unsure today.

Her hands reached the silk of my trousers and skimmed over the fabric to caress my buttocks.

Abruptly, I stepped away.

She drew a deep shuddering breath. "Daddy —"

"Do be quiet, for once, Tess. I wish to look at you."

"As I have not done before. As I have always wished to do."

"I have no wish to be inspected."

I laughed and took her hands. "Nor have I any desire to inspect." My gaze moved from hers to the long column of her throat and lower. "Only to worship." Her body caught the light of the lamp; since I had turned off the main light earlier, it glowed like a painting by an artist. An angel comes to earth. Her breasts were full and full even after giving and suckling, her waist narrow, her hips broad and inviting. She was exactly as I had pictured her in the quiet hours of my dreams, the dreams that had filled the years since I had married and known her by touch.

"Well?" She shifted from foot to foot as if distinctly uncomfortable. "Have you seen enough then?"

"Never," I murmured and released her hands.

I stepped closer and cupped her breasts, then lowered my mouth to her nipple. I ran my tongue lightly over the tip, and I gasped. My tongue trailed around her nipple, and it tightened and puckered at my touch. I drew it into my mouth and suckled, and I felt her stomach tighten against me. I turned my attention to the other breast and feasted on it until her breath came short and shallow.

I dropped to my knees, clasped her closer to me, and nuzzled my mouth against the soft flesh of her stomach. Tasting and teasing until her fingers tightened on my shoulders, and she moaned. I ran my hands along the back of her thighs and her calves and caressed her ankles. And then slowly, so slowly, I felt her hold her breath, drew my hands up between her legs to the soft flesh of her inner thighs and the curls at the juncture of her legs. I nudged her legs apart with one hand and lightly cupped her mound with the other. She sucked in a deep sharp breath. She is hot and moist against my hand, and my fingers explore the soft, slick folds of flesh...I found the hard sensitive spot of her pleasure and caressed it. She gasped and tried to pull away, but I held her tight and stroked her until I felt the tension building up within her. And my arousal throbbed between my legs.

Without warning I rose, scooped her into my arms, and laid her on the desk. Her eyes were glazed with passion, and she could do no more than moan like a freak.

I shrugged out of my trousers, then joined her and kneel between her legs. I spread her legs apart roughly and lowered my mouth to taste her. She gasped and arched upward.

I know how much Tessa loves it. My tongue caressed her and teased her until she writhed in pleasure. The taste of her, the scent of her aroused me until I knew I could take no more and knew as well she tottered on the brink of release.

I shifted to straddle her, braced myself with one arm, and guided my aching member into her.

"Daddy." She sighed and wrapped her arms around me.

I entered her gently and gasped at the intense sensation of her wet heat surrounding me, enveloping me. She is slick with desire, and I resisted the urge to hurry. With a deliberate stroke, I buried myself inside her until I was fully consumed by her. I lay there for a long moment savouring the feel of being one with her.

At last, I slid back until I had nearly withdrawn, then pushed forward again, a measure, even designed to heighten her pleasure and mine. She wrapped her legs around her and arched her hips up to meet him. The tension built inexorably within me and urged me faster. My pace increased. The feel of her body around me spurred me on. I thrust harder and faster, and she met me with an urgency of her own. She whimpered and gripped my shoulders, and I buried my head in her neck. I climbed harder and faster towards release, but not without her.

Her cried and labored breathing meshed with mine and to be honest, I no longer knew whose was whose. And when I thought I could restrain my urgency no longer, she called out my name and dug her nails hard into his shoulders, and her body exploded beneath mine in waves that washed through her and into my very soul. My release came hot and intense and convulsed my body as if it would tear me apart, and for a moment, I knew without question I would die in her arms without regrets.

After we were done, Tessa left my office, and I got ready to go to my next class.

Tessa bumped into Leah and her other friends, who looked as if they had been in search of her.

"Tess, oh my Goodness, where the hell have you been? We have been looking out for you?" Leah said worriedly.

"I was using the toilet." She replied simply.