Chapter 20: Enguarded (Tess's Version)
Hi, yes, I've had this chapter written for over a year but I am really bashful about sharing smut. It's smut time. Minors go somewhere else and come back when you're 18.
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Word Count: 1364
Episode Alignment: 1.10
Recommended Soundtrack: "The Lightning Strike," Snow Patrol
Summary: The point of no return.
Content warnings: Cunnilingus, vaginal sex.
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Tess regretted his offer to drive her. Within minutes she wanted to toss him through the window into his waiting car.
The first kiss came slowly, achingly, just the way she liked. His hands stayed around her waist, occasionally pulling her in or grasping. She let the anticipation pull her under, muting her senses and her thoughts, leaving only the instincts of the moment. One hand caressed his neck or ran through his hair while the other coaxed her coat to the floor. He let out a soft moan as her lips grazed his jawline and throat. Something about the soap he used, or the heat and chemistry of his skin, made his cologne smell like desire itself.
Tess pulled away, searching his eyes for any regret. All she saw was her own hunger – an answering hunger rather than a reflection of her own. For a moment she thought she was losing her balance, but no, he was guiding her in slow steps as if they were dancing again. The couch arm gently bumped the back of her legs; he held her there kissing her neck and gripping her hips. Shivers ran from his lips and hands down her arms, her spine, her thighs, into her very depths. She couldn’t wait for more.
Yet it seemed she was supposed to wait. Every minute or so he would break a kiss at the absolute peak of passion, the point of no return. It wasn’t that he didn’t seem eager. Every time she moved her hand someplace else he would all but arch his body to get closer – but he wasn’t returning the favor, not at all.
Maybe he is as mild as an empty milk carton.
She tried moaning and purring a little louder to encourage him. Sitting on the couch arm, her legs wrapped gently around him. Nothing helped.
Charles broke away again, breathing as heavily as her. His hands rested high on her thighs, his half-loosened tie still woven between her fingers. He stared at her, his eyes perfectly still and almost impassive. After the day she had, it made her want to have a crying tantrum. Teasing is one thing, but the mixed signals are actual hell.
He gave her thighs a light squeeze, nothing more.
I can’t take this.
He glanced down her chest and stomach.
I can’t bear a passive aggressive ex and a passive partner.
His tongue lightly grazed his teeth and lips.
Fuck London.
“Well?” His voice was lower than normal, smoother. It echoed the museum, back when—
Blixt, you idiot. You fucking moron.
“Do you want to hear me say it?” He smirked; she swore his eyes sparkled. “Please.”
Tess had never seen a tie come off so quickly. Before it hit the floor he was on one knee and coaxing her skirt up her hips. She tried to help him with her boots but he gently brushed her hands away. Tess let her head fall back while he worked, leaving gentle kisses long her legs until her boots, fleece-lined tights, and panties lay in a sprawl by their coats. Her senses spun, struggling to rationalize how Charles Offdensen ended up genuflecting between her legs in Elissa’s living room.
Then Charles’s tongue gently stroked her clitoris, and her attempts to think straight shattered. This is real, this is now.
She braced herself and let her body arch and grind with the thrill. Charles’s tongue flickered and stroked her without any trace of impatience. Once or twice Tess shifted to prolong her pleasure, only for him to anticipate what she wanted from him. His hands slid under her thighs to grip her ass, allowing him to spread her legs wider and bury his face further in her pussy.
A mixed rush of ecstasy and bashfulness, almost like a sudden fall, prickled in Tess’s blood. No one – no man, at least – had ever kissed her like this so soon after a first kiss. Certainly no man had never been so attentive to her when they finally got around to it. Charles gave her head like his own orgasm depended on it.
She pulled away to switch position and return the favor, yet he gripped her hips more tightly. She tried again, and again he refused to pry his tongue from her slick, wet sex.
Her breath caught with the realization. He won’t stop until I finish.
She stopped resisting and let the mounting pleasure overwhelm her, gripping his hair with one hand. As much as the edge of ecstasy thrilled her, she would not be able to resist for much longer. Charles insisted on it, pulling her downward into bliss like a gravitational force. Not that he was forcing her, or that she doubted she could beat him senseless if he disrespected her. It was the fantasy of it all, that she was captive to this pleasure, powerless to resist the inevitable—
The thought was too much for her to take. Her climax thundered through her, sending tremors down through her bones. She wanted more; she wanted to ride him until they both reached the same perfect oblivion he just brought her to. As soon as his grip relaxed, she pushed him by the shoulders to the thick carpet and straddled him on the floor. Her own smell on his lips intoxicated her.
“Wait, wait, wait,” he muttered as she reached for his belt.
“Problem?”
“Ah, well, it’s just the question of,” he swallowed, “discretion.”
“You thought of this after you buried your face between my legs?”
“I was more referring to, ah, prophylactics.”
She sighed out a soft laugh. “Does an IUD and a clean STI track record suffice?” He glanced away. “I won’t be offended if it isn’t.”
“And if it isn’t?”
“Hold that thought.” Elissa made a point of stocking the nightstand in Tess’s room, even if she hadn’t needed any of it for years. Condom in hand, she made a mental note to buy her dear friend a ridiculous thank you gift.
Charles sat waiting for Tess against the windowed wall. His glasses rested on the couch arm where he had just pleasured her, and his jacket hung politely on the back of a dining table chair. Only his shirt’s top button was undone. If not for the discard pile of coats and other clothing, the scene would be perfectly innocent.
She sank back onto his lap. “Satisfied?” she said, holding up the condom.
His gaze softened, taking on a sweetness in the low light. “In a manner of speaking.” She tore open the condom wrapper with a grin. Charles pulled her in for a deep kiss, the heat quickly building between them once again. Charles undid his belt and helped move his trousers out of Tess’s way but left the rest of his clothes – and hers - alone. Could this be modesty or a kink? The moment she rolled the condom down the stiff shaft of his cock, Tess stopped caring about the answer. A higher and more electric moan escaped her at feeling his full length sliding effortlessly into her. She wrapped her arms around his neck to steady herself; he ran his hands down her waist until they rested on her hips.
Their eyes locked. Tess felt a new rush – not of desire, but of exposure. Even if she had been completely stripped and restrained, she couldn’t imagine feeling more disarmed than straddling his lap, staring into his eyes, amid the soft whispers of the candle’s scent. She broke away and buried her face in his hair, delighting in his scent mingled with hers.
Tess’s thoughts slipped away as she rode him, the sumptuous sensations scouring her mind clean. The moments, meetings, and missteps that led here blurred like the view from a high-speed train on a rainy day. None of it mattered, not now that this moment existed. Charles’s deep, quickening breaths nearly aligned with her rocking hips, a hypnotic pulse that Tess followed to its shuddering, desperate end.
Tess saw the room return to focus with their receding passion. She cupped his face in his hands to draw out a few last kisses, which he returned with a tight embrace.
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