His tongue licks between my breasts, slow and up toward me, and when he reaches my collarbone, he kisses me. Like he’s putting an exclamation at the end of a sentence, it’s firm and full. “Better get used to it, baby.”
Fuck. I need him inside me. And when I’d typically let my partner dictate what happens next, I like to hear that groan from him when I say something he doesn’t expect. And I feel like that’s one of them.
“Ty. I need you to fuck me.”
I was right because he lets out that groan, the one that inches me closer.
“I have an IUD. Good to go if you are.” I regularly get tested when I have a new sexual partner. And I haven’t been with anyone since my ex, which was months ago. Too long.
“I’ve been tested but haven’t been with anyone in over a year,” he says in my hair.
“A year?” The words come out of my mouth before I can hold them back.
He pushes himself up so we can see each other.
“The person I wanted wasn’t available.”
I put a hand to his chest, needing to slow this down a minute. “Are you serious?”
“Yes. So let me have you now.” He dips down, kissing the sensitive skin in the crook of my neck, his hand reaching down to touch my clit before finding my entrance again. “Fuck, this needy cunt is ready for me. Isn’t it?”
“If it will fit…” The concern lingers in the back of my mind, how much of him there is to take in my mouth makes it way front and center. Before I can be embarrassed, Ty’s lips are on mine, searing.
“Baby, it’ll fit. I promise,” he insists, kissing my neck between syllables.
I reach down, grabbing his cock and say, “Then don’t make me wait.” I’m surprised at the needy voice that almost squeaks out.
Before I can get all the words out, the head of his dick is nudging at my entrance, before pulling out and swiping my clit. I let out another needy whimper, because this man is still edging me. My hands wrap around him, scratching down his back.
And he gets the message.
Tyson slowly pushes inside me, his dick stretching me. He doesn’t go slow to tease me but for the sake that, even though I’m dripping for him, I’m not used to his size. He’s holding himself up and the veins in his forearms tick with each thrust in and out. Tyson watches as he pulls hiscock all the way out, and then he moves it inside me again—a little faster and further than before.
He does that a few more times and I’m grasping for him because he fills me in a way I’ve never felt. Each time he pumps into me, my body takes a little more, and my orgasm is within my reach. I grab my tits, rolling my nipples with my fingers, and Ty can’t stop watching me. I look down and see he’s almost fully inside, the painful stretch, the kind of feeling that’s about to tip completely into pleasure.
“Fuck me, Ty.” If I wasn’t on my back, I’d get on my hands and knees and beg.
And this does the trick—flips the switch.
This time he goes faster and he’s not holding back. Taking all of him feels so impossible and my body can barely register the difference between pain and bliss. Fuck, I want it all. I reach down and touch myself, for just a few seconds, getting myself perfectly primed for him to fuck me over the edge.
When I’m about to come, I reach my hands up and feel his chest.
“Come with me, Ty!” I scream as the first wave of my climax takes the air from my lungs. He watches me unravel and I know I’m squeezing around him as he speeds it up and pounds into me. I let out a guttural yell—one I’d typically cover with my hand, but I know he wants to hear it. Feel it with me.
He finds his own release and he fills me with it. Every drop of him. When he comes inside me, it’s like I can grab hold of my own orgasm and ride it for even longer. Tyson shakes, yells out in pleasure, and tips his head back.
When the shocks finally subside and we’re at the end, he tips his head down and kisses me, soft. This is different than before… It's compassionate, caring, and so remarkably him.
He rolls off me and pulls me to his side. I get close to him, nestling my head on his chest, throwing my arm over him.
We lay there in silence—just our breathing between us—and it’s like both of us are afraid to speak. That wasn’t crossing the line, that was erasing it, drawing one in a completely different place and jumping over it—together. I try to put together what happened, like if our relationship was a puzzle.
It’s clear I got some of this wrong. Tyson may have always had feelings for me. Big ones. Ones where he thrives on making me come more than once. Maybe it’s just that? Maybe he wants to be fuck buddies? People still do that, right?
“Blair, stop that.” His voice is soft but cuts through my thoughts.
“Stop what?” I pick my head up to look at him.
