Tessa’s POV

I moved up the bed on my knees until I was between his spread thighs.

His cock was still hard, glistening from his release. He wrapped a hand around the root and stroked once, slow, watching me with that same dark expression he had worn downstairs.

“Open your mouth.”

He guided the thick head past my lips. The taste of him — salt and heat and the lingering bitterness of his earlier orgasm — spread over my tongue. I sank down, taking as much as I could, and felt the heavy weight of him press against the back of my throat. A low, rough groan left his chest....