I run my hands down the ripples and contoured muscles of his chest and arms. He’s not overly bulky, but his shape is so perfectly masculine, I can’t stop tracing my hands up and over his smooth skin—and down. I want to go down.
My fingers tug on the band of his jeans, to the snap at the front. Tyler rolls on his back, and I unfasten his pants. He pushes and kicks his jeans off and over the side, before his mouth returns to my body. This time on my chest, where he marks a path with his lips around my breast and nipple. He remains just shy of that sensitive peak and it’s killing me.
I arch and pull him closer. Tyler palms my ass and tucks me up against him, right where he’s hard and long, then wraps his mouth around my nipple, sucking and rolling the tip with his tongue.
Oh. My. God. He’s gained skills.
I should be upset about this, because it reminds me he’s been practicing on other women, but you know what? I can’t muster the energy to care. He feels amazing.
Tyler gives my other breast the same insane attention, his body rocking between my legs, making me crazy. “Tyler, I…” Want more. Now.
His response to the words I can’t voice is to run his mouth down the center of my stomach, over my panties, where he kisses me there, the naughty boy.
Some strangled, inarticulate sound escapes my mouth as he moves between my thighs. He spreads my legs and nuzzles the inside of my thigh, pressing soft kisses to extremely sensitive skin.
“Tyler,” I say, this time more insistent.
I feel him smile against my leg, and then my panties are sliding off my body. He shucks his boxer briefs, along with my undies, and plants kisses up my leg. I don’t know where he’s going with this, but he better get on with it because all that “expert” attention he’s giving me has me wanting things. Certain things. Inside me. Now.
Before I know what’s going on, a warm, wet tongue licks up the center of where my mind is expecting other parts of him to be. I gasp.
He looks up, his eyebrow quirked. “More?”
I stare at him because, oh my God, what is he doing to me? I’m going to melt into the mattress if he keeps this up. I actually have to wrench my brain back to the question.
Do I want him licking me there?
Considering how amazing that felt, um, yes. Please. Do I want him, after all the time we’ve been apart—emotionally, physically—to be inside me, connecting in the most intense way I can imagine? Yes. More so.
And then back to this other business I’ve heard so much about but have never personally experienced.
Because the only sex I’ve ever had was that one time with Tyler.
“I want you…inside me,” I say hesitantly.
His expression turns serious, as if my words bother him.
I gulp, panic rising in my chest. He can go back to what he was doing. I just want to feel connected to him.
Before I can ask what’s wrong, he’s climbing up my body, pressing me into the bed as he reaches for the bookshelf and opens a box. He fumbles around, then tears open a condom and slips it on.
Tyler settles between my legs and I can feel him there, right where I want him. Only, my body is shaking, and this time it’s from nerves. The last time Tyler and I did this, it didn’t end well. I mean, it felt good. But I wasn’t prepared for the emotions it brought.
His hands rest on either side of my head, his thumbs lightly brushing the arches of my cheekbones. He stares into my eyes and my worries drain away, because the look on his face is pure tenderness, maybe more. I don’t glance away. I want him to see how much he means to me. That this was never just sex.
Tyler rocks forward, moving inside me, and I’m all sensation, my head tilting back, arms gripping his shoulders. He feels large, the connection tight, but so good.
He dips to my neck and kisses a trail to my mouth, his lips moving urgently, the opposite of his body, which is slow and sensual.
I’m tingling everywhere, an urgency building where we’re connected. Tyler slips his hand between us, and rubs me in a spot that has me seeing stars.
I break off our kiss right as something rips through me, tearing me into a million pieces. My head rocks from side to side and I’m moaning. It’s too much, but I don’t want it to end, because I’ve never felt anything like it before.
Tyler’s pace picks up, and all I can do is hold on, my limbs still tingling from the wave that rocked me off my axis. Orgasms are my new favorite thing, right after Tyler. Well, he’s always been my favorite, but now I want him and orgasms. Because oh my God.
He’s peppering sweet kisses over my face, down my neck, until his eyes shut tightly and his body tenses, a deep moan escaping his lips.
I kiss his jaw, his mouth, until he collapses on top of me, his arms holding his body high enough so he doesn’t crush me. He’s heavy, but I love it. I love the feel of him above me, inside me. Close.
