A slow smile grows as he keeps his gaze on mine and inches down. He moves away like ebbing water, slow, steady, leaving me waiting for what I know is coming… him returning. First, though, he guides my legs open, his eyes locked on the obvious spot of wetness on the fabric of my panties.
There’s something very arousing about a man being honest, my slick is testament to that. But it’s also because it’s Tynan. I’m pretty confident he could lie to my face and I’d still be turned on.
The muscles on his stomach ripple, his scent thickens, and his boxer’s tent. I want him to touch me with a desperation only this pack can conjure, but there’s no rush, either.
His finger trembles as it reaches out to touch the mess I’ve started to make, then he shakes his head and looks at me with disbelief. I get where he’s coming from… I mean, I’m leaking in anticipation. When he moves again, it’s with a display of the power he hides from the world. He’s over me, on top of me, all around me. His fingers rub me through my panties, his weight drops, and he bites me hard on the neck.
Tynan growls against my skin, and my hand holds him close as I urge him to keep going. He bites and sucks, licks and laps,and the pain goes up and down in cresting waves of pleasure and grief. Because to feel is to know, but not knowing this, the way he would treasure and love me, seems cruel since we’re on a timer. If this is all we have, it has to last me forever.
I let him drive us. I’m not a bystander, though. Every touch, I return. Each taste, I devour. And each whisper, I answer.
“Tynan,” I whimper after he’s rolled me onto my back and left a trail of his bites, making me oversensitive and delirious with need.
His finger hasn’t left my panties, and he’s stroked me until my slick has coated my thighs. Hooking a finger, he pulls my panties aside as he rubs me bare.
I close my eyes, sinking into his touch. It’s gentle and takes me out of my head.
“I'm going to come inside you before I lick you clean.”
With a hand on my hip, he holds me down. His thigh nudges my knee up, and then he pins me down with his weight. The heat of his hard cock is the only warning I get before he rams himself inside me in one swift thrust, stilling once he's in as far as he can go.
Tynan’s mouth is near my ear, and he makes me listen to what he feels. His sensual enjoyment is like a song, feeding the waves of heat he brings. I twist around, needing to not just hear, but to taste his lemon kisses. And then we both stop thinking and stop holding back.
His fingers dig deeper into my hip as he drives himself in and out of my body, driving me across the sofa. I bite his lip and his eyes flash black. When he rails me again, I squeeze my muscles and he groans loudly into my mouth.
I twist out of his kiss to demand more. The workup, perhaps since the first time we saw each other, though, means I’m about to soak the sheets with my orgasm.
As I squeeze around him again, he hardens before, together, we start chasing the same release. Our bodies slap and our breathing gets somehow faster before I’m moaning as my orgasm climbs to the peak. Tynan’s hand rests at my throat, his hand squeezing.
“You’re getting wetter and tighter around me.”
I surrender, letting the panic of not being able to get air inside my lungs go, instead chasing the intensity he brings. He squeezes his hand hard, leaning down to steal what little air I have left, bringing stars to my eyes. But that’s nothing new—I swear, that's Tynan's power.
His grip loosens and he exhales into my mouth, kissing me slowly as he starts to squeeze my throat again. The way he takes control of our lovemaking, and drives it the way he wants, has me spiraling in bliss.
All around me is Tynan. His voice as he groans and grunts with each push back inside my pussy. His touch is over my entire body, and the air I breathe is lemon energy from the source.
His thrusts become shallower, his grip around my throat opens and closes, and the high we’ve been chasing smashes over us. His orgasm drives the deep pleasure inside me higher again. I throw my head back as I start reaching that point. He drives inside harder and faster, fueling the heat threatening to burn over me.
Tynan takes me to a place where there’s no noise, no light, no gravity. There’s just him and our intimate passion. And in the deepest place of the space we share, he drags his teeth over that spot where bonds are made.
I absolutely dissolve into my orgasm. It’s not violent, but the way I tumble into my release is all-consuming, both physically and emotionally. Before I even realize it, he envelopes me and I bawl like a baby.
His kisses are soft, like fluttering butterflies, against my face, catching most of the tears that fall. When I open my eyes, all I can see is his blurry face, an understanding look in his eyes.
“Mo shíorghra.” He kisses my nose and my eyes until my tears stop falling. His eyebrows flick up. “Catch your breath, firecracker, because now I’m going to make you cry again.”
Out of everything he could have said, calling me his eternal love, exactly like my mom used to, only confirms everything I feel in my heart is true. Unquestionably, it relates to him and his pack.
Not leaving me to drown in reflection, he frees himself from my body, rolls me over, and crawls away backwards. His eyes tell me exactly where that mouth of his is going.
“No,” I whisper, and he stops.
I spin my finger on one hand, and with the other, I reach over and pull him closer again. He eventually catches on. “You want my cock at the same time you sit on my face?”
“I mean, if you’re offering.” I sit up to move around, but he literally picks me up in his arms, flips me over so I’m on all fours before he lies backwards, his hands guiding me down to his waiting mouth.
His tongue flattens and licks up my inner thighs, and Tynan holds my body up so I can do the same to him. I get completely sidetracked by the strumming titillation of his mouth reaching higher until Tynan’s hip starts to grind. He’s so consumed by our precious time, and the connection we’re both struggling with, and adoring, I don’t think he realizes the way his body moves.
