Lead her into a trap and roll the dice (Wyatt POV)

I could have pushed it from there. Kept creeping upward, until... but that wasn't what I wanted. Tess was ****. Oh so splendidly ****. But I couldn't **** her like that. Not Tess. I didn't just want to **** her, I needed her to want this as much as I did. I needed her to want me to touch her.

"I'll stop," I offered, "but you have to promise to let me do one thing if I do."

Tess had ****. I had her in check. Eyes closed, she bit her lower lip and nodded quickly.

I relinquished her leg. She withdrew with a sigh of relief.

I pointed at a spot in front of the bench. "Stand there."

Tess gave me a funny look, but rose and anxiously stood before me. "Why are you acting like this?"

I remembered the sight of Tess shucking off her romper, without prompting. She could handle this. All I had to do was ask. I had to be brave. Not for me, but for her. I calculated my chances and leaned forward. "I want you to take off your shirt."

The request hit Tess hard. She was dumbstruck. We both knew the plaid work shirt was practically the only thing she was wearing. Tess "What? Why?"

"Because you promised to let me do one thing."

"But why?"

"I have something to show you, and I can't do it till you take it off," I explained.

She shook her head, glasses flashing in the sunset light of the backyard. "What can't you show me with my shirt on?"

"You promised," I reminded her. "Don't you trust me?"

Tess warred with herself. "I do, but..." she couldn't argue with the softness in my eyes "... well, this feels really, really weird, but okay. This once."

Tess looked around to make sure nobody else had crept into the yard while she wasn't paying attention. Naturaally, nobody had, and the fence was very tall. Fretfully, she undid a couple of buttons, paused, annd then outright pulled the shirt off over her head.

The action exposed her long legs, blue panties, and supple torso - there was no bra under the shirt.

The second her face was obscured, I stood from the bench and strode forward. When Tess freed herself from the garment, I grabbed it from her hanads and tossed it aside.

Stunned, Tessa looked up at me with wide eyes, her mouth hanging open, startled to find herself without a scrap of clothing beyond her hiking boots and underwear. "What -"

I took Tessa by her bare shoulders, pulled her close, and kissed her full on the mouth.

I held back none of my passion. I'd been bottling it up for months, through feverish nights and single-minded days spent meticulously planning, strategizing, and daydreaming about this exact moment. None of it had gone according to plan, but that only made it better. The spontaneity, the fear of the unknown, it only heightened my senses. I had no idea if kissing Tess was a brilliant masterstroke or the final nail in my coffin, and I didn't care.

I plunged my past Tess's sweet lips, tasted her tongue, and glided along the backs of her teeth. My grip was sure on her arms. She felt so slender, so delicate in my hands. It felt right, I'd never felt anything more right.

Tessa tensed, and I knew I was doomed. So I kissed her more firmly, more ardently, **** to live a lifetime in the second I had. Every ounce of tension, of uncertainty, built to a point until -

Tess suddenly slacked in my grip and whimpered into my mouth.

Under the power of my kiss, I now met no resistance. I explored her mouth. Tess responded in kind. Sluggishly at first, with hesitation, but then with clumsy, confused, building excitement. Our tongues danced and her knees weakened. If I hadn't been holding onto her so tight, she would've sunk to the concrete patio.

Arms pinned to her sides, Tess could do little more than paw helplessly at my chest. She was in my power now.

I couldn't tell whether she was trying to push me away or pull me in closer, but I craved more of her slender body. Covering Tess's mouth with mine, I moved one hand to her chest, and the other dove down her flat stomach and straight into the front her panties.

Tess gasped at the contact.

Her breast was soft and hot against my palm, while the tight space between her legs boiled with heat. I pumped her breast with my hand, and quested my fingers deep between her thighs.

Tessa's mouth fell open at the sensory overload. Her hips jumped when my fingers brushed up against the soft lips of her sex, aand guttural sound esccaped her throat. "Hhhuhh."

I drowned out the sound out by filling her mouth with my tongue. Down below, I found her wet slit with my index and middle fingers and pressed the side of my thumb firmly against the hard nub of her clit.

Tess feebly leaned the whole of her body weight into me, automatically humping against my hand. She could barely stay upright, let alone stand. "Ohh gosh, uh, huh, huhhh."

I rewarded her every response with a twitch of the fingers. I circled her clit with my thumb when her hips bucked, and maassaaged her pussy lips with the lengths of my fingers. And she twitched beautifully when I hooked a finger up into her snug, wet snatch.

Tess's eyelids fluttered and she breathed heavily into my mouth. Her legs were jelly at this point, and she clutched weakly to my arms, her sexy denuded body bouncing and jumping at my slightest direction. Her hips circled and twitched on my jerking fingertips.

It was more perfect than I'd ever dreamed.

"Wyatt, what are you doooing," she moaned, distraught, overwhelmed, and fully caught. I'd spun a web for her mind, and now, she was fully ensnared.