Page 45 of His to Love
Because he didn’t give me time to argue before he dipped his head and slid his tongue through my wet and quivering folds. I groaned loudly, rolling my hips closer to him as he tasted me with utter abandon. He gripped me tighter and held me to his mouth as he took his pleasure, while at the same time, giving me mine.
“Tyson,” I moaned, and my thighs began to tremble. “I’m going to come.”
He grunted his approval. My fingernails dug into the covers beneath me and I threw my head back into the mattress, screaming his name when my orgasm barreled through me.
“Yes!” I cried out, as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through my entire body. Everything tingled, from my teeth to the tips of my toes while he continued fucking me with his tongue, wringing every ounce of climax out of my pulsing flesh. Slowly dropping my legs, he rose to his full height above me. With my heart racing, I lifted my hands in the air and beckoned him to me. “Come here,” I whispered with a gravelly voice. My body still trembled, the waves of my orgasm still lingering even though he wasn’t touching me.
Something dark flashed in his eyes and he blinked twice, clearing whatever I saw. Then his hands went to his belt and he quickly undid his zipper.
“I told myself I was going to wait,” he whispered into the darkness. “I don’t think I can.” Indecision flared in his gaze again before it vanished. With deft movements, he dropped his jeans, grabbing a condom wrapper out of his jeans pocket as they fell. His boxers dropped with his jeans and my mouth fell open. His body was perfect. Chiseled and defined in the best of places. My still throbbing center began to quiver as he wrapped his hand around the base of his thick shaft. He tugged and pulled on it, standing like a sentry at the edge of his bed. His gaze roamed all over my body before he dragged his eyes to meet mine.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He planted a knee onto the bed and brought his body over mine. I pushed back, giving him room and we adjusted ourselves so his knees spread wide on the bed and he draped my thighs open over his.
I arched my back, quickly worked to remove my bra, and tossed the offending fabric away. As I flung it to the side of the bed, Tyson’s gaze followed it, a hint of a smirk on his twisted lips.
“I have wanted to be with you again since the moment I first saw you.” The words fell from his lips as if he didn’t want to admit them. His brow furrowed slightly. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Then don’t.”
“You’ve always been so special to me, Blue,” he whispered again and leaned over me. Our tongues tangled together with passion and desire. My core began warming all over again as he sheathed himself.
Then he leaned back to his knees, grabbed my hip with one hand, and lined up his erection to my opening. I gasped as the tip of him entered me, then he grabbed onto both of my hips and pulled me forward, filling me in one, quick thrust. My head fell back and I groaned at the sensation. So thick. So hot. I was making love to Tyson Blackwell after a decade of missing him. He gave me time to adjust to his size before he began moving.
“Holy shit,” I muttered, running my hands up and down his back.
“You feel incredible.” He leaned forward and pressed a harsh kiss to my lips. My mouth opened and I gasped into his mouth as his hips begin to rock, pulling out and pushing in, hitting the end of me with every fevered thrust.
“Tyson,” I gasped and dug my fingers into his skin. It wasn’t long before I could feel another climax begin to burn inside of me. He felt so good, and his quick and powerful thrusts forced me to hang on to him. My legs wrapped around his hips and my hands dug into his back.
“Blue,” he groaned, pulling his mouth from my skin to murmur my name. Our breaths mingled together and our gazes locked as we continued to move. This connection we had terrified me. I couldn’t pull my eyes off him and I didn’t want to. We were connected in every way. The sounds of our flesh and our fevered gasps filled the room. The air thickened and I clung to him as my orgasm began to crest. Shivers danced down my overly heated skin and I cried out his name, holding on to him for dear life.
“Fuck,” he groaned. His hips moved faster and harder, pressing into me as if he wanted to bury himself as deep as possible.
“Tyson!”
“Shit. Blue…” He stretched my name out on a groan and thrust himself inside me one more time. I felt his erection pulse deep inside my walls. His own orgasm pulled him over the cliff and he collapsed on top of me. Our foreheads pressed together, I wrapped my arms around his back, sliding up and down his sweat-lined skin while we waited for our breathing to regulate.
I needed to catch my breath.
I needed to do that again.
Sex with Tyson at eighteen was wonderful.
Sex with Tyson at twenty-eight was indescribable.
“You okay?” he asked, pulling back from me.
I smiled lightly. “That was incredible.”
His lips pressed against mine. “That was perfect.” His hand slid through my hair and he took his time pushing off me. With another quick kiss, he pulled out of me and rolled off the bed. “I’ll be right back. I just need to get cleaned up.” I muttered something indecipherable and adjusted myself so I was under the covers when he returned. He didn’t say a word as he walked back into the room and climbed into the bed on the other side.
“Do you still want me to stay?” I asked, rolling over to face him.
In all my years of dating, the after-sex part had always left me slightly more nervous than the actual sex part. Stay? Leave? Be clingy or aloof? Dating was impossible to figure out. I didn’t want to screw it up with Tyson. With a soft chuckle, he wrapped his arm around my waist and tugged me to him until my head rested against his chest.
“You’re not going anywhere, anytime soon.” His hand tightened on my waist, proving his point.
“Okay,” I whispered, pressing my lips to his chest. I loved his body. I loved that while his chest was defined and firm, he wasn’t overly bulky. I loved the smattering of prickly hair that fell over each pec and then in a thin trail down the center of his abs, thickening before it disappeared beneath the waistband of his boxers.
