Surprise flickered across her face. “Um…yes. We should.”
“Okay,” I said simply, tearing one open with my teeth. I handed the packet to her. “But you’re putting it on me.”
I pushed back, letting the towel fall completely. Her breath caught audibly.
“Fuck, Tyler,” she whispered, eyes locked on me like she couldn’t look away, evidently taken back by my size.
That smirk I’d been holding back broke free. “Still think I can’t make you come?”
She bit her bottom lip without seeming to realize it as a helpless, needy little sound escaped her. The look in her eyes was pure want, pure surrender. It hit me so hard I almost forgot my own name.
She took the condom with shaking hands and rolled it down me, inch by torturous inch. My head fell back with a ragged groan.
“Jesus. You do that again, I won’t last long enough to make good on all the things I promised.”
I climbed over her, guiding her back into the pillows, my mouth never leaving hers as I kissed her with a slow, possessive depth. I pulled back an inch, my gaze pinning her in place. “You listen to me, O. You do everything I say. You don’t hide from me. You need to come, you do it. You wanna cry, you cry. You wanna scream my name? Then scream it.”
Her chest heaved, she let out a broken. “Okay.”
I pressed my lips to her throat, sucked on that sweet spot that made her gasp. “You’re mine. Understand?”
“Yes, Tyler.”
“Good.”
I lined up at her entrance, my eyes locked on hers as I slowly began to slide in, feeling her, stretching her open. Her back arched, nails biting into my shoulders. I gave her a moment, letting her adjust to my size.
“Oh my God…”
“That’s it, sweetheart. Take my cock,” I murmured into the corner of her mouth. “You’re doing so fucking good.” The feeling of being inside her was almost too much to bear.
I pulled back and thrust again, a little harder this time. I couldn’t tell which of us moaned the loudest.
“Fuck, that’s it baby. I want you loud.”
Her hands scrambled for the sheets, her knuckles in white knots. “You feel…fuck…you feel so good.”
“That’s just the beginning,” I rasped, slamming back in. “You’re gonna come on my cock, Orla. Swear to fucking God.”
I shifted, tilting her hips, hitting that spot that made her sob over and over again until she was unravelling from the inside out.
“There,” I muttered. “That’s it, isn’t it? That’s your spot.”
“Yes, oh fuck, yes…”
“Don’t run from it,” I ordered. “Feel it. Take it.”
Her breath caught with a mix of pleasure and disbelief. “Tyler…”
“Right here,” I murmured, pressing my forehead to hers. “Stay with me.”
She stiffened beneath me, her breath catching in the back of her throat as I continued to drive into her, pushing deeper and deeper until there was no space left between us. I felt the tremors start, a frantic shaking that radiated through her skin and into mine. Then, she finally gave in. A low, helpless sound tore through her.
I held her face in my hands, whispering filthy praise against her lips. Watching the pleasure hit—not the hollow disappointment she’d become accustomed to—was the most devastatingly beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
“That’s it,” I coaxed softly, brushing the tears from her cheeks. “You with me?”
She gasped, dazed after what her body had just felt. “Jesus, whatwasthat?”
