Page 66 of The Chaos She Brings

She bounces away with a happy little skip, and I watch her go, fighting off the urge to follow.

After dinner—which is delicious—we watch a film. Tess picks. I almost expect to have to watch some cheesy rom-com, but I should have known she’d go for a thriller. Not just any thriller either, but a brutal, edge-of-your-seat kind that makes evenmeraise an eyebrow.

She just sips her wine (chugs it more like) and laughs at completely inappropriate moments.

I’m starting to see why she seemed so unaffected by her own little crime scene if this is the kind of thing she’s used to. By the time the credits roll around my heart is in my throat and I’m not sure I’ll sleep without nightmares.

Tess stretches and yawns, completely unbothered. “I need sleep.” She stands, heading towards the stairs, then pauses. Her head turns back to me. “Do you… want to come up with me?”

I don’t answer. I just walk over, scoop her up, and throw her over my shoulder like it’s the most natural thing in the world. She squeals, smacking me on the back. I don’t care. I can’t help but grin.

Only when we get to the bedroom do I set her down, letting her body slowly slide down my front.

Her pupils dilate the moment she feels the tension in me, the way I’m aching for her. Just being this close to her is enough to make me lose control.

Her hands roam over my chest, feeling my erratic heartbeat, the proof of how badly I want her. She reaches up to cup myneck, tugging me down, pulling my lips onto hers.

I groan into her mouth, kissing her deeply, my tongue demanding entrance. Every touch, every kiss, coils my body tighter, leaving me desperate for more.

With my legs carrying us toward the bed, I walk her backward, guiding her until I’m pushing her onto the mattress, covering her body with mine.

I roam my hands over her, wanting to feel every inch of her. I lift her top, kissing her stomach with each inch that becomes exposed to me. She giggles andfuck. That sound.

I suck her nipple, and her laughter turns to moans.

After that we're in a rush of motion as we strip each other of our clothes before coming back together, skin to skin, as I take her lips with mine.

My cock strains, hot and hard as it rubs against her pussy. She spreads her legs wider, opening herself up to me.

But I want this to last.

Take my time.

I flip onto my back, pulling her with me. She lands on my chest with an, “Oof.”

“I need to taste you,” I murmur against her lips. “Ride my face again.”

I expect her to hesitate like before.

But Tess is always surprising me.

In the best ways.

She flips herself round so she’s facing my feet, her cunt glistening above me.

She’s so swollen and needy already and I haven’t even put my hands on her yet. Or my tongue.

I take hold of her hips and pull her down so I can swipe my tongue through her sweetness, groaning as I do.

At the same time, she takes my cock into her mouth and my moan cuts off into a strangled sound.

“Fuck, Tess,” I mumble against her pussy before burying my face in her, licking and swiping at her clit before plunging my tongue inside her.

She rocks her hips against me, whimpering around my dick. The vibrations only serve to make me harder. To bring me closer to the edge.

As I plunge two fingers into her wet channel and suck on her greedily, her thighs clench, locking my head in place as she comes.

I keep lapping at her arousal, even after her orgasm subsides, as she starts sucking me down further, swirling her tongue over the head of my cock before taking me right to the back of her throat.