I move my hand down his length once more before I shift my hips back and position him at my entrance. His eyes fly open and lock with mine.
“Tyler,” he growls.
“Were you lying about not being with anyone since you were with me?” I ask, sliding the tip of him through my soaking core.
“Fuck no,” he says, his hips jerking under me as I slide him against me again. “It’s only been you, Tyler.”
“Good,” I say, and I sink down, taking all of him in one downward thrust.
“Christ,” he hisses through gritted teeth.
I moan and rock my hips against him, reveling in the feeling of his perfect cock buried deep and bare inside me.FuckI missed this—missed him—more than I realized.
“Stop,” he says. I release his hands, and they go straight for my hips, holding me still. “Shit, I need a second. I’ve—” he throws his head back into the pillow and laughs. “I’ve never done this without a condom.”
“I—haven’t either,” I say, the realization of what’s happening hitting me all at once. “Do you want to st—”
“Tyler,” he growls, lifting his head off the mattress and looking into my eyes. “Do not even think about finishing that sentence.”
“I’m on the pill,” I say, and he nods, understanding what I’m saying without even saying it. Giving him permission todo exactly what I asked him to do—take me. Claim me. Make me his.
I sit up and run my hands through my hair, tossing it over my shoulders and letting it fall down my back. His fingers dig into my hips as I rock against him again, and when he doesn’t stop me, I start to move, setting the pace I want.
He runs the backs of his fingers lightly up and down my sides a few times before bringing them forward and cupping my breasts. I moan, tipping my head back as he strokes both of my nipples with his thumbs, circling the hard peaks in time with the motion of my hips.
I can feel my orgasm building and when he props himself up on his elbows and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, I come so hard I’m pretty sure I black out. I fall forward, resting my hands on his chest and his hips take over, keeping the pace I’d set as I ride through the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.
“Oh, fuck, Ty,” he groans. “I’m going to—”
I lift completely off him, and he growls in frustration, wrapping an arm around my waist and flipping me down onto the mattress, kissing me like he’s never kissed me before. I moan into his mouth, and he answers with one of his own, our tongues tasting each other like we can’t get enough.
“My queen,” he whispers against my skin, kissing my neck before propping himself up on his hands and looking down at me.
I gasp when he slides back into me, my body still hypersensitive from my last orgasm. He wastes no time setting a brutally fast pace, and I have to reach my hands behind me and press them against the headboard to keep from knocking into it.
“Say it again,” he says, slowing his pace and leaning down to kiss my neck.
“I’m yours,” I say, surprised I’m still able to form words as he runs his nose from my chin, along my jawline, and to my ear.
“You’re mine,” he says, his hot breath on my ear covering my skin with goosebumps.
“Yes,” I breathe, already dangerously close to coming again.
He leans back, grabbing me by the hips and lifting me off the mattress as he pounds into me. The time for patience and teasing has passed. There’s nothing left but raw, uncontrolled need. He leaves one hand on my hip and moves the other between where our bodies are connected, circling my clit with his fingers. My entire body jolts involuntarily at the contact, and within seconds, I’m coming so hard my soul leaves my body.
“Shit, Tyler,” he hisses. “I’m close. I—fuck,” he growls, gripping my hips harder as his thrusts become more erratic and he spills into me.
We’re still fighting to catch our breath when he leans down, pressing his forehead to mine and kissing me so slowly and so tenderly, tears burn my eyes.
“You’re so perfect,” he says, running the backs of his fingers down my cheek before pulling out of me and kissing me again. “Sometimes I feel like I made you up. Like you aren’t real. Just some figment of my imagination. But…here you are.”
“Here I am,” I say, touching his face. He turns his face into my hand and kisses my palm before rolling onto his side and pulling me to his chest. Wrapping one arm around my waist, holding me to him, and running his other hand up anddown my back in soothing strokes, while he whispers sweet words of affirmation into my hair.
As we lay there in the dark, wrapped in each other’s arms, every moment from our first night together is as clear as day in my mind, and I know I didn’t imagine any of it. The way he touched me, the way he looked at me, the way we fit together like we were made for each other—it was real.Thisis real.
I smile, kissing his chest as I settle into him.
And I stay.
