“You’re a vision,” he murmured, dragging his thumb across my bottom lip. “My wife. Mine.”
I hooked one leg around his waist, heel biting into his back, urging him closer and the sting made him groan. He shoved his sweats down just enough to free himself, the blunt head of his cock sliding through me in the most torturous way.
“Tell me you need it,” he rasped, eyes locked on mine.
I smiled wickedly, my breathing getting heavier. “I need my husband to fuck me. Right now.”
He thrust into me hard, my moan breaking the air. His hands clamped on my hips, dragging me to the edge of the dresser, as he slid his hard length in and out of me mercilessly.
“Fuck, Tyler—” My head fell back.
“Yeah, baby. That’s it.” His hand fisted in my hair, holding my head back so his mouth could find my ear, his words rough and filthy. “The next time you wear these heels, you’ll remember this. How I fucked you in them. How I filled you up wearing nothing but these.”
My orgasm hit fast and hard, quakes ripping through my thighs as he drove into me. I came undone beneath him, collapsing into freefall, my hands clawing for the dresser as he tilted me back against it, pushing me deeper into the bliss. Wetness spread down my inner thigh, every flutter of pleasure pulsing hot and relentless through my body.
“You ready for me to make a mess in you, O?” he panted, voice wrecked. “Because I’m close, baby. So fucking close.”
“Do it, Tyler,” I choked out. “I want you to fill me with your cum.”
His groan tore out of him as he spilled inside me, jerking hard, grinding through every last pulse until his whole body shuddered against mine.
He held on to me tightly as he slid out, battling to recover all the while pressing soft, adoring kisses along my hairline as hecaught his breath. The tenderness of it stood in stark contrast to the filth we were still drowning in
His mouth curved, not feral so much as with dark intent, and his eyes never left my face. He dragged two fingers through the mess and pushed it back inside me in unhurried, reverent strokes, like he was savouring the aftermath as much as the act itself.
My hips bucked, overstimulated and still buzzing from my orgasm.
“Oh, baby,” he murmured, watching where his fingers disappeared into me. “You look so fucking pretty full of my cum.”
A broken gasp was all I could manage, my body still fizzing under every careful pump of his hand.
“And soon, princess.” His voice dropped to a darker, more certain tone. “You’re gonna let me put a baby in you.” My heart almost stopped beating. If only he knew how much I wanted that.
He slid his slick fingers free and trailed both of our releases up the length of my pussy, slow and claiming. Then he gathered my robe and draped it back over my shoulders, the cool silk clinging across my sweat-damp skin. I melted into him, cheek pressed against his chest.
“Tyler,” I breathed, still unsteady. “I don’t deserve you looking at me the way you do.”
I meant it. Every reckless, devoted inch of him. And yet, beneath all that devotion, I could still feel the trace of a boy who’d learned too young that people leave. Pressed against his chest like this, I knew I’d spend every day proving that I was here. That I wasn’t going anywhere.
Chapter 59
Orla
National Tennis Centre, Physio Room Four
Danny wincedas I pressed my thumb into the scar tissue along his calf. “Jesus Christ, Orla, are you trying to make it worse?”
“You’d know if I was,” I muttered, rolling my eyes.
His scowl deepened, sweat beading at his hairline. “I’m telling you, the other guy doesn’t do it right. I can feel the difference.”
I tugged the ice pack into place and stood, the exhaustion of the day already pulling at me. “You’re going to have to get used to him, because I’m leaving again tomorrow. You can’t have me full-time, Danny.”
He muttered something under his breath that I chose to ignore. If I let myself sit with the guilt, the way he still looked at me like I was letting him down, I’d spiral too.
By the time I left Emma’s house later that night, I was running on fumes. She’d needed an extra session, too, her shoulder was inflamed after her rehab work, and I couldn’t bring myself to say no.
When I finally stepped into the apartment, it was close to midnight and I was pretty certain my monthly gift was also about to make an appearance just to top off an already drainingday. Tyler was sprawled across the sofa, eyes flicking from the TV to me as I dropped my bag by the door. He looked as worn out as I did from a full day of conditioning.
