Page 40 of Somebody To Love

My lips curled in a smile. “Are you calling me old?”

“I’m not walking into that trap,” he said, returning my smile. He took the strawberry-turned-flower and rubbed it in cool whip and then said to me, “Open up.”

I leaned forward, doing as he said. And that’s when he slipped the strawberry in my mouth. It was small, and I took a little bite that was mostly cool whip.

My mouth brushed against his fingers and we both stopped to stare at each other as I slowly chewed. He brought a hand up and slowly wrapped it around the nape of my neck.

He pulled me towards him, saying, “Come here, you missed a spot.”

He kissed the side of my lips and I gasped when I felt the tip of his tongue.

His hands slowly went up my thighs as he continued kissing me. I parted my legs and gasped as his hand rubbed against my panties. I knew he could feel my wetness through the fabric, and I waited, anticipating the moment his hand pushed my panties aside and his fingers penetrated my wetness.

“Let’s get this off you,” he said, pulling at my dress. He was quick, bringing my dress up in one smooth motion and then he tossed it on the floor.

It was cold suddenly and I realized I was the only person half-dressed. Now that wasn’t fair. I reached for his shirt and quickly tossed it to the floor next to my dress. He stood up and let me unzip his pants. As I did, I rubbed against the fullness of his shaft. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to feel the weight of him inside my mouth. I had a lot of wants, but more than anything I wanted him inside me.

He pushed his pants down his legs and stepped out of them. He stood there in his boxer briefs and I swallowed hard. Yeah, I needed this man, not wanted, but needed him inside me.

He led me to his bedroom, where the lighting was low and his king size bed covered with pillows looked very welcoming.

But first I needed to know one thing, “Before we go any further,” I said as he freed my breasts from the constraints of my bra, “What’s your last name?”

He began to fondle my breasts and I almost forgot that I had asked a question.

“Rylan,” he said.

“And Ty is short for?” Now he was pushing my panties down my legs.

“Tyrus.”

“So you’re Tyrus Rylan?” I said as he gently pushed me on top of his bed, rid himself of his underwear and settled in his bed next to me. He reached for a condom and quickly sheathed himself.

“Yep.”

“Nice to meet you.”

He laughed, rolled on top of me and spread my thighs open. “The pleasure’s all mine,” he breathed as he slid into me.

He met resistance at first because he was so large and thick. I tensed up immediately and he helped me relax by planting kisses wherever my skin was exposed.

He stretched me with his erection, gliding in and out of me. I moaned his name and gripped him hard as my core shivered around his thickness. He didn’t make a sound, while I couldn’t stop screaming and moaning in pleasure. I was a wailing banshee while he was still in control. And with each of his thrusts he pushed me across his sheets. Finally, I wrapped my hands around the spindles of the headboard, but I needn’t have bothered. He was tired of that position and without any warning, he pulled out of me and flipped me over.

He pounded into me from behind. I met each of his thrusts happily as I rose up on my knees, while still holding on to the headboard. I could feel him opening me, his hands spreading my cheeks. There was something primitive about being taken this way, from behind in wild abandon.

I knew I was about to come. I felt his hand in-between my legs then, playing with my clit as he slowly pressed into me.

“Ty,” I gasped as I pushed my hips back and spread my legs more to accommodate his girth.

He continued to play with my clit and I screamed his name. Waves of pleasure grabbed me and entangled me as I struggled to breathe in the wake of my orgasm.

And then to my surprise, he pulled out of me again. This time, he laid down next to me and pulled me on top of him, positioning my sex right above his mouth. I couldn’t breathe or think as he penetrated me with his tongue, wrapping a hand around each thigh as he sucked and licked my folds. I rode his tongue, coming again, my wetness brushing against his mouth with every rock of my hips.

The pleasure was intense, but I wanted more, and I began to stroke my nipples as he continued tracing my folds with his tongue, sucking at my juices as I rode his mouth.

I screamed then, and my body tensed as an orgasm of a magnitude I’d never felt before shook my entire body.

My thighs were shaky as I lifted myself off him. I sat limply next to him, my back against the headboard and noticed that he was still hard and thick.