I’ve forgotten his dick in my hand for the moment, and at the gentle surge in my hand, I work it a little more.
He closes his eyes with pleasure. “Stop for a second. I need you to focus,” he says. “Better yet, I need to focus.” I refuse not to touch it, but I stop pumping my fist.
He stops moving his finger and presses the same spot hard. There’s no way I can keep my eyes open. The pleasure is seated too deep. When I open them, he’s smiling. “I got two in,” he says, biting his lip. “One more, and you might not tear when I fuck you.” He swallows and runs his lips and nose against my neck. The full sensation is fucking brilliant. “I want you to enjoy this. I should have been fingering you the whole time. I feel like an idiot.”
He licks my neck, and I forget to breathe. “There’s nothing you can do that will hurt me right now, Tahoe. Absolutely nothing. Your touch only makes me feel good.”
I spread my knees apart a little further to give himbetter access, and I feel it more—his fingers slip deeper. Tahoe starts moving his fingers again in that same rhythmic motion, and I toss my head back.
“Lay down,” Tahoe says. He takes my body weight in one arm and lowers me like I’m a feather until I’m resting on the mattress. His skill is top-notch because his working hand is still making me feel lightheaded—turning everything I thought I knew about an orgasm on its head. He kisses me, his lips a whisper touch against my neck. My ear. My mouth. With both of my hands free, I let my fingers roam his body. The contour of his hips where his sculpted ass starts has mostly been hidden from view unless I was giving him a blow job. The warmth of his body on the inside of my thighs is another new sensation.
“I think I’m going to come,” I say, arching my back so my breasts press against his chest.
He stops moving. “No, don’t. Not yet. You’re feeling good?” he asks, eyes vivid and assessing.
I groan. “Look at me, do I look like I’m feeling good?” He lets his gaze wander over my body—my hardened nipples, my hips working his fingers, and my flushed, excited physique.
He scoots forward and removes his fingers in a slow, deliberate move that has me feeling cold and empty. I hiss out a frustrated breath. “That doesn’t feel good.”
“It will soon,” he replies. “I hope,” he adds in a lower voice. His hand shakes a bit as he lines up his throbbing shaft to where it’s never been before. He swallows hard as he watches his body and mine.
His gaze flicks up to meet mine, and there aren’t anywords left to say. I feel the head as he pushes it in. While it’s bigger than his fingers, I’m so wet and ready to receive him, it makes me delirious with lust. Here’s this big, beautiful man trying to be careful with me. Because he loves me. Tahoe is watching my face for any sign of discomfort. “I’m okay. Give me more,” I say.
He hisses out a breath. “You have no idea how badly I want to give you all of it right now, Caroline.” His words are a feral growl, and they send a shockwave to my core. The very place that needs the pep talk. “Can you raise your hips? You’re so fucking tight. So tight.”
I raise my hips a touch, and I realize why he asked. It slides his cock in a bit more at the same angle, so it’s less jarring. I back my hips to bed and rock into him again, going a little further this time.
“I feel so full,” I admit, moaning when it rubs just the right way. He takes this as his cue to work my clit as I try out my new superpower.
He sighs, “I’m not even half in yet, Sunny. Your game is fun, but can I give it a go now?”
I moan when he flicks my clit with his thumb back and forth. “Yes,” I reply. “Fuck me, Tyler Holiday, and never stop.”
He leans in and kisses my mouth. His body shakes, and he leans back up. With one hand on my hip and the other firmly on clit duty, he drives his hips forward. He stops and kisses me again. “Okay?” he rasps, putting both hands beside my head to hold himself up.
“Half in?” I ask, grimacing a little. “It stings a bit, but it still feels more good than anything else.”
He grins against my lips. “That’s as far in as I cango,” he replies, jutting his hips forward to make his point obvious.
“You’re in me,” I exclaim, biting his bottom lip.
He exhales. “I’m all up in you, and it feels better than in my dreams.”
“Make love to me now. That’s the plan.”
He withdraws his dick and pushes forward again. I make a loud noise, and he stops short. “Did I hurt you?”
With both hands, I grab his ass. “Yes, by stopping. Don’t stop. Keep filling me,” I command. “If you want to please yourwife.”
He does exactly that. He keeps kissing my lips and listening to every moan and sigh I make, but he’s moving against me, with me, inside of me, all over me. We’re connected at the basest level, and every time he thrusts deep, I can’t control my screams. It’s his name. Or something that makes zero sense, or it’s prayers that it never stops, that every moment feels just like this. His lips taste like me mixed with our wedding cake, and while our bodies find their perfect harmonies together in this new act, it still feels familiar. Right.
Tahoe’s neck tightens. “I’m going to come,” he says. “Should I slow down?” I love that he’s controlling this, trying to let me have the best experience possible. His pumps grow deeper and slower as he waits for me to reply.
“Like that,” I say. “Slow and deep.”
He nods, and I can see the resolve in his eyes right before I shut mine to lose myself to the building orgasm. “Fuck me. Just like that,” I say. “It’s hitting the spot,” I tell him, louder than I intended.
“When you talk like that it makes me come quicker,”he says, taking my earlobe in between his teeth. He pumps deliberately now that he knows I’m almost there. “Come,” he says, his breath tickling my ear. “Come now.”
