Will & Tessa \ Wessa

The Space Between Us

{The Story Below is Rated M for Mature, and Contains Sexual Content Not Suitable for Underage Readers!}

I woke up to find Will was not in bed with me. His side of the bed was empty and I run my hand against the cool sheet as if I needed to make sure.

I checked on our son, baby James, and he was fast asleep in his crib, his dark curls just like Will's own. His little hand curled under his chin, looking so serious even in sleep. I smiled and brushed his cheek.

I walked barefoot to the adjoining room of our bedroom. There was a fire in the hearth and Will was standing in front of it, also barefoot. He had discarded his shirt sometime in the night and the firelight threw shadows and licks of light on his naked torso.

He was beautiful. How often that word was used to describe Will yet it was the most fitting. The dimness of the room softened his hard edges, the muscles of his body seemingly relaxed in the low light. An angel at rest.

He was reading papers delivered to him that morning from Idris and his face was serious, his brow furrowed. He must have been working for a while as I slept because the wood in the hearth had broken down to almost embers.

I watched him for a while, because it was a joy to watch Will. Each day I marveled at this man who was mine, the father of my son, my everything. He was gilded in angel fire and light and each day I basked in the absolute glory of it.

"Did I wake you, Tess?" He looked up at me and his blue eyes were luminous in the firelight and I caught my breath.

"You know I'd rather have you next to me." I replied.

I stayed by the door, letting the space between us press against me like a barrier I needed to break.

Will smiled, "Sorry," He waved the sheets of papers he had been reading. "I have a deadline." But he tossed them on the armchair behind him, the muscles in his arm rippling with that simple fluid movement.

The space between us caused me physical pain.

"Come to bed, please." I stretched out my arm.

I gazed at him as he moved towards me, his eyes on me, he was tall and imposing, penetrating me with cold blue eyes. When I moved backward, he moved with me till I was pinned against the wall.

"Tessa." He spoke my name as an affirmation and I knew, as I always did, the space had been painful for him too.

"Will you risk your deadline?" I teased in a barely audible whisper. My back was pinned against the hard wood.

"For you... anything." He raised his hand to the back of my head, gathering my hair in his fingers gently. 

His skin was warm as I moved my hands up his arms. When he brought his mouth down on mine he was not gentle and I responded equally. It was a violent response, a buildup of intense emotions and yearning.

It was deep and feverish and I clung to him, I gasped when he pulled my hips into him roughly. I felt him hard against me and I pressed into him. Will. The feverish heat of his skin under my hands excited me and I run my nails over him.

He almost tore my nightdress off, and when I was naked his eyes roved over my body with unbridled hunger as if he were seeing me for the first time.

"Here." I said against his lips, "The baby is asleep."

He simply nodded and with his hands behind my thighs he lifted me, pressing me further against the wall, and I wrapped my legs around him. He kept a hand underneath me, anchoring me, his lips moving to my neck and when his teeth grazed my skin hungrily and his tongue run over me I made a joyful sound deep in my throat.

His lips run over my neck and my chest, kissing and licking, and I choked out his name, "Will..." I needed him. I wanted him desperately.

He was hard but gentle, thrusting inside me, moving inside me, the angel... help me, the sensation was wonderfully overpowering, every muscle from my head to my toes clenched and I cried Will's name. I raised my hips against him and we moved in a feverish rhythm, our bodies molded into one. I gasped with pleasure with each thrust.  It was a sweet slow pressure; building, building, rising in me with every movement. I clinched my fingers in Will's hair. My legs were shaking and my toes curled and the warmth spread from inside me and a sound tore from my mouth with pure joy cresting with a scream that was Will's name.

{Next is a 4 part story for Will and Tessa. Happy reading}