Page 28 of His to Love
“Holy shit,” he murmured. His hips pressed into me, mine pressed down, and we rocked together, moving against each other while our hands explored each other’s bodies through our clothes. But I know he could feel every touch of my hands on him like I was touching his bare skin because that was how my body responded to his touch.
It was instantaneous.
It was amazing.
And I still craved more.
Needed more.
“Tyson,” I whimpered. Just his name. A needy plea for more. My hands dropped to his waist, and I began tugging his shirt out from his jeans. My fingers trembled as I began undoing the buttons. His hands reached for the hem of my shirt and then he lifted. I paused my own pursuit of feeling the heat of his skin against mine only to lift my arms. The T-shirt went up and off and was thrown somewhere behind me. My fingers finished on his shirt and I pushed it open, revealing his chiseled chest and sculpted abs. And as my fingers first brushed against his skin, my fingertips felt singed from the heat rolling off him. He dropped his head to the back of the couch and sighed. His hands stilled at my ribcage as he continued rocking me against him. I watched the movement while my hands pushed his shirt off his shoulders, down his arms until I couldn’t move it anymore.
“We should stop,” Tyson said suddenly, reluctance thick in his voice. His hands pushed down on my hips, holding me against him so I couldn’t move. But I needed relief. I was so close.
I shook my head.
“Slow down a bit. There’s no hurry, Blue.”
He was probably right.
“I know.”
We both paused, our harsh breath mingled together in the small space between our lips. Our gazes stayed fixed, and I waited for Tyson to take his hands off my skin. Waited for him to push me away and apologize, or something.
None of that happened.
Instead, his eyes dropped to my chest and a low groan escaped his lips. His hands slid up and then over my breasts. I shifted into him, not taking my eyes off him. His eyes went hazy, and I whimpered when his hand brushed over my satin bra. Then his thumb tugged it down, revealing one breast and then the other.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his gaze moving to my eyes.
I smiled shyly, feeling slightly vulnerable, bared before him when he was the one who wanted to stop. He didn’t want to now, though, and I wouldn’t stop him from doing whatever he wanted to me.
I was still on edge. The area between my thighs still pulsed with need.
His thumb grazed my nipple and I gasped, my chest arching into his hands.
It was my non-silent approval, and apparently, all he needed to see and hear before his lips were back on mine and his hands were all over me. We touched each other, swallowed each other’s cries and pleasured gasps, and my hips began to shamelessly rock against his erection again.
There was no turning back now.
I was fighting to undo his buckle when one of his hands left my breast and clamped down over my own.
“No.” He shook his head, his lips brushing against mine as he spoke. “Not tonight.”
“But.” I stopped and swallowed thickly. His hand on mine moved until his finger traced the edges of my black pants. My stomach shivered and it sent bursts of flames to my core.
“I just want to touch you tonight.”
“What if I want to touch you?” I asked, and he flashed me a grin. Not amused, more that he was hiding a promise behind his smile.
“The next time I touch you, the first time I’m inside you, there will be nothing between us.”
I frowned. I was on the pill. We didn’t have to have anything between us now. Before I could explain, his mouth covered mine, and he made me his even if he didn’t know it.
I knew in that moment, as his finger dipped below my waistband, seeking its target, I had already given him my heart all over again, even though I was terrified it would only end up shattered all over again.
I was powerless to stop it. Rational thought fled as soon as Tyson touched me.
His fingers found my center and I gasped into his mouth, pressing into him as he brushed my clit, slid through my wetness, and then inside me. My body pulsed and quivered into his arm at my back, and he swallowed my cries as my orgasm began rising. It rolled and crested until the waves grew higher and higher, closer together. It clawed at me, starting at my toes, spread up my legs until my thighs shook and trembled…and then everything shattered. I cried his name out loud, pulling apart from Tyson’s lips as my climax overwhelmed me.
