Page 104 of His to Love
Declan snorted.
Tyson rolled his eyes.
I threw my head back and laughed.
“We gotta go,” Aidan said, after he took the bags from the waitress. “See you around?”
“You got it,” Tyson stated, and slapped his friend on the back.
After a round of goodbyes, and after Declan headed back to the kitchen and our food was paid for, Tyson turned to me and helped me off the stool.
“What are the chances I have time to get you home and get you naked in bed before we have to be at Chelsea’s? I feel like it’s been days since I’ve been inside of you.”
It had been less than twelve hours, considering he had woken me up that morning with his tongue doing delicious things in between my thighs, causing me to start my day with not one, but two orgasms.
I flashed him a coy smile. “How about you take me to your place and find out?”
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“Yes,” I gasped, thrusting my hips further. My hands fell forward until my fingers curled around Tyson’s shoulders. I was on top, after being on the bottom when Tyson had reminded me how incredible his tongue was on all parts of my body. When he’d given me one orgasm, he’d flipped us over and told me the rest was mine to take.
He meant that for about a minute before he held me by the hips and thrust into me from beneath, rocking my world in more ways than one.
“Bluejay,” he groaned, and rocked into me. Then he shifted his hips as he pulled me down on him, and he hit some secret place inside me somehow only he’d been able to find.
It was amazing and intense, and as he continued pushing his hips up, while pressing me down against him, my climax pulled me over the edge. I squeezed my eyes closed, felt my entire body begin to tremble as bright white lights flashed behind my closed lids.
“Tyson!” I cried out.
He did his thrust, press, and roll maneuver again, and pushed inside me again while pressing his forehead into the crook of my shoulder. “Fuck,” he groaned out as he sheathed himself to the hilt inside me. I was breathless and speechless. My heart pounded against my chest and I felt his heartbeat match mine.
My fingertips grazed his back, lightly running up and down his spine while we both groaned out the end of our pleasure and gave ourselves a few minutes to calm down.
“I want you to move in with me,” Tyson said, pressing his lips to the column of my throat. Despite the two orgasms I already had, that one spot where he kissed me still made goosebumps erupt on my heated skin.
“What?” I asked, and blinked rapidly.
He pulled back, braced himself above me with his arms straight, hands at the side of my head.
“Do you love me?” he asked, and his eyes roamed my face.
I smiled. “Of course I love you.”
“Then move in with me.”
I thought about it for about five seconds before I realized the only con was that we’d really only been together a month.
Then I realized that con didn’t matter to me.
“Okay.”
His eyebrows jumped. “You’re agreeing that easily?”
I tilted my head and smirked. “Do you love me?”
His lips twisted. “Of course I love you, you know that.”
I grinned. “Then why would I say no?”
