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Tessa leaned forward and rubbed her cheek against his abs; her breath wisped over the head of his cock. He had to tighten his hold on the reins of his driving need to push her back on the bed and plunge his aching cock in her hot, tight depths.

“You see…” She straightened and looked into his eyes. Her gaze was filled with faith and what he read as love. “…those men never cared about me. They had sex with me, but you’ll be making love. I see it in your eyes, feel it in your touch. Felt it when you risked your life to carry me up a rugged ravine in a blizzard.”

“You remember that?” He cupped her chin and gently caressed her jaw line with his thumb.

“Uh-huh. You came for me. No other man has ever risked his life for me before.”

“Tweeter was there, also.” Earl felt it only fair to make sure she knew her rescue wasn’t on him alone. Not that he would let the computer geek come within touching distance of his Tessa. “And Ren, Price, Loren, and Paul were aiding us.”

Tessa got to her knees. She placed her arms around his neck and laid her head on his chest. She nuzzled the area over his heart and took a deep breath and let it out on a sigh. “But they don’t smell right.” She leaned her head back and looked him in the eye. Her gaze was serious and intent. “You would’ve come for me whether they’d helped or not. I know this in my heart.”

“Yes,” he brushed a kiss over her lips, “I would have. Nothing and no one could’ve kept me from finding you and bringing you back safely.”

“And that’s why I love you, Earl Blackhawk.” She kissed him back, a gentle teasing of her lips over his.

“I love you too, Tessa Andrews.” He took her lips, a kiss of promise and desire. A kiss of fealty and protection. A kiss pledging his love and utter adoration for the rest of their lives together.

Tessa moaned into his mouth and then pulled away, a mere breath separating their lips. “Make me yours, Earl. I can’t wait another second.”

“Oh, hell yeah.” He peeled the robe off her and tossed it to the floor. “Lie down, sweetheart. Let me love you.”

Tessa smiled, her desire evidenced in the glitter of her eyes and the rapid pulse beating at her neck. She looked him up and down and licked her lips. “I don’t think you need those shorts, do you?”

“No.” Earl’s voice was raspy with his need for this beautiful woman. His beautiful, precious woman. “Lie down. Let me look at you.”

Tessa reclined; her arms lay loosely at her side and her legs were slightly apart. Her breasts rose up and down rapidly. She watched him avidly, her gaze aimed at the bulge in the totally unnecessary boxer briefs.

“See what you do to me?” He took her hand and placed it on his cock. Even through the cotton of his underwear, her touch was hot and erotic.

“Hurry, Earl.” She stroked a shaky finger down his thigh.

He stripped off the boxers and let them drop to the floor. Then he climbed onto the king-size bed at her feet and gently pulled her legs farther apart. He sat back on his knees between the V of her legs and caressed first one leg, then the other, from knee to outer thigh and then down her inner thigh.

As he sensitized her skin to his touch, he hungrily eyed her exposed sex. Her pussy was beautiful just like the rest of her. She had a cloud of neatly trimmed dark curls above her opening. The labia, though, were free of hair and glistened lushly pink with her juices.

Under his gaze, her vaginal opening contracted and dilated. He could actually see her sex get wetter.

Tessa moaned. “You make me ache by just looking at me. I need you to make the aching go away.” She reached for him with a hand that trembled.

“You ever have a man go down on you, sweetheart?” He licked his lips as the aroma of her heated sex reached his nose.

Her arm dropped to the bed. “No, um … I never let them … you don’t…” She bit her lip and closed her eyes. Pink touched her cheekbones and a flush of excitement colored her chest.

“I want to eat you out, Tessa. Need it.” He swept a finger around her opening and over her clit, then back again, before inserting it into her tight, moist sheath. She groaned and arched from the bed, thrusting her hips toward the invasion. “You’ll like it. I promise.”

Her eyes flew open and were dilated with her need. Her nipples were taut, rose-colored buds and begged to be kissed, suckled … and bit. Later, he’d spend quality time tasting those delicate nips, but first he wanted to taste her. Had to taste her. Needed to give her pleasure.

Leaving his finger in place inside her tight channel, he leaned down and traced with the tip of his tongue the path his finger had taken. Tessa’s response was all he could hope for from his woman. She made the sweetest sounds of pleasure as her hips moved to meet his touch.

When he reached her clit, he lightly, teasingly, flicked it with the tip of his tongue before resuming his path around her labia with the flat of his tongue. As he warmed her up orally, he stroked her vaginal walls and opening with his finger, loosening her up for his entry. When he thought she could handle it, he added another thick finger to stretch her even more.

At the addition of the second finger, she let out a low guttural moan that had his cock shooting a spurt of precum. He liked making her moan, knowing he was giving her pleasure.

But he was still concerned about taking her with his cock. She was tight, too tight to take his girth comfortably. He wondered just how long it had been since she’d taken one of her metro-sexuals inside her sweet body.

Earl rumbled low in his throat. He needed to get past the other men she’d had before meeting him. It figured when he finally fell for a woman, he’d get all cave man about her, and he wouldn’t apologize for the knee-jerk reaction either. She was his and his alone.

“Earl … so good … need … need … harder. More.” She swept her fingers through his hair, clutching at his head, and urged him closer to her clit. She whimpered and gasped with little sexy hitches of her breath.

Yes, harder.
Harder was good and what instincts urged him toward.

Permission given, he let his libido off the leash he’d placed upon it. He added a third finger to the two inside her and reached with the pad of his middle finger for the fleshy bunch of nerves on her vaginal wall. As he stroked the ultra-sensitive spot, he suckled her clit with deep, strong pulls of his lips.

Within a few seconds, Tessa arched off the bed, her feet planted into the mattress. This position threw her hips up into his touch and mouth. She screamed, high breathless sounds, mingled with whimpers and pants as her orgasm took her over. Her vaginal muscles squeezed his fingers tightly, and he almost came at the thought of how his cock would feel inside her, massaged by those same strong muscular contractions.

Her climax was so intense he caught sight of her full breasts bouncing. So intense, she dug her nails into his scalp.

He growled low in his throat with male satisfaction at making his woman wild. He savored her body’s response to his love-making. Her pleasure was his—so much so, the sounds and sight of Tessa climaxing did trigger his own. He huffed and groaned his pleasure into her sex as he soaked the bedding beneath them with his cum. The vibrations from his groans over her engorged clit sent Tessa over the cliff of another climax.

“Earl! … oh my God … good … so good … ahh!” Tessa arched into his mouth once again. She released his head and grabbed at the bedding as if the sheets were a lifeline holding her to earth.

His seed spent, he nuzzled her mons and licked delicately over the top of her clitoral hood. His fingers still inside her vagina, he felt another series of smaller contractions as her orgasm ebbed. He gently stroked her vaginal sheath as she came down and until she relaxed bonelessly into the mattress.

Earl kissed a spot above her dark curls and slowly, carefully pulled his fingers from her opening.

Tessa moaned, “Oh God,” and shuddered as another small climax swept over her body.

More than pleased with her reaction to his love-making, he idly licked his fingers as he watched his precious woman become reoriented to the world around her. When her golden-brown gaze fixed on him, it was filled with the dreamy satiation of a sexually fulfilled woman.

“You liked that.” Earl moved to lie next to her. He pulled her into his arms and held her head on his chest. He stroked his fingers through her long hair.

“Yeah, I liked that.” Tessa swept a finger over his spent cock as it rested on his lower abs. “Um, why didn’t you come inside me?”

“Because this time was for you.” He kissed the top of her head, loving the heated scent of her.

“When’s your turn?” She stroked the same finger around one of his nipples. His cock jerked and unbelievably began to harden. He hadn’t recovered this quickly since his early twenties.

“If you keep doing that, sooner than you’d think.” Earl placed his hand over her finger and stopped the movement. “Sleep first. You need the rest. My cock isn’t going anywhere.” He pulled the covers over them. “We’ve lots of time to explore each other. Weather report has us snowed in until late Wednesday.”

“Goody.” Tessa yawned and snuggled into his body; she moved her hand to his chest and covered his heart.

“Sleep, sweetheart.” He anchored her with an arm at her waist, wanting her as close to him as he could get.

“Don’t go anywhere.” She clutched at him as if she were afraid he’d disappear.

“Not planning on it,” he whispered over her hair, “and when I do, you’ll be right there with me.”

Another “goody,” another yawn, and then Tessa was sound asleep.

Earl smiled and pulled her even closer. He’d never felt this kind of contentment before in his life—and he’d hold on to it with everything in him.

With that vow, he let sleep take him over.

Tuesday, December 6th, 6:30 a.m.

Tessa woke to the gentle throbbing of her clit.

The cause?

Earl circled the tiny taut bud with his finger—his body aligned against her back and the arm attached to the teasing digit around her waist.

“What are you doing?”
Dumb question.

Her breath hitched as he nibbled her shoulder lightly and increased the pressure on the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs.

“Getting you warmed up,” he whispered against her ear, “so I can come inside you this time.”

She moaned and recalled the intense sensations this man had caused with just his fingers and his mouth. She wasn’t sure she’d survive having his big, beautiful cock inside her.

But she damned well wanted it there.

“Okay.” Suddenly a small orgasm swept through her, and she arched her back away from his body, her head resting on the strong shoulder behind her. “God,” she gasped and moaned, “you’re good.”

The pleasure ebbed to a gentle flow. She relaxed into his body once more and then angled her head to look over her shoulder.

The look of fierce concentration on his face as he continued to pet her clit brought happy tears to her eyes. This man was into her unlike any man she’d ever known. Contentment glowed in her heart and mind. She was loved and felt blessed.

Luxuriating in Earl’s gentle, arousing touch, she looked around the bedroom. It was dark, but that could be merely because Earl had the shutters closed. “Um, what time is it?”

“More like what day. You slept like the dead.” He never stopped tracing patterns on her clit and her labia with that devilish finger.

“Okay, I’ll bite,” she gasped as he pressed his finger on the hood of her clit and firmly rotated the skin over the bundle of nerves, “um … what day is it? … Earl! I’ll come if you keep doing that.”

“That’s the idea, baby. It’s Tuesday.” He kissed her neck where it met her ear as he inserted a finger, stretching her oh-so-sensitive and needy vaginal opening.

“Uh…” What had been the other question? Her pleasure increasing, she couldn’t think. Then it came to her. “What time is it?”

“About six-thirty in the morning. More importantly, it’s time for me to make love to you fully.” He pulled his finger from her and then pulled her top leg up and back over his thigh. “Hold your leg there, please.” Then he notched the head of his cock in her opening from behind, slowly fed his thick length into her partway, and then stopped.

His thickness throbbed within her, making her ache. She wanted to move to soothe the sensation, but was afraid to. She wasn’t sure she could handle him going any deeper.

“You okay, Tessa?” Earl kissed her neck. “Am I hurting you?”

“No-o-o, not really.”

“Are you sure?” He nuzzled her shoulder. “You’re tense.”

He was correct. Her muscles had almost seized when he’d entered her. She took a couple of deep breaths and concentrated on opening herself up to his cock. The discomfort eased as her body adapted to his thickness. “It’s better.”

“Yeah, it’s more than better.” His hand on her mons, he played with her clit as he thrust in and out in small movements; with each inward motion, he went a little deeper.

“I feel so full … I like it.” She especially appreciated the heat of his body all along her back. It was nice being close, connected.

His slow, rhythmic push-pull built her pleasure gradually.

“If I hurt you, let me know.” He slid the hand on her mons up to cup the lower curve of a breast and caressed it. He kissed her shoulder and slowed the thrust of his cock to almost a stand-still. “God, baby, you feel so tight and moist around my cock.”

“You aren’t hurting me. It feels different, a good different.” She thrust her butt at him, moving him more fully into her sheath. “I like how you feel inside me. All hot and throbbing.”

His cock was really deep now and rubbing on a spot in her vagina that doubled her excitement. She thrust back again, seeking the sensation. She needed to come, but his slow push-pull and light, teasing touches were keeping her on the edge.

Tessa took the hand on her breast and moved it back to her clit. “Um, I need more. Are we gonna make love, or are you gonna tease me?”

She shoved the heel of his hand on her clit and moved it in a circular motion. “I need this … harder … and I really need you to move.”

“And I will.” He scraped his teeth along the length of her neck. Her pussy clenched at the rougher caress. “I’m such a dumbass. I forgot to ask about protection. Are you on birth control?”