Page 58 of His to Love
“So fucking beautiful. Hated not knowing where you went, where you were. Ten fucking years and I always wondered, even when I tried not to.”
My breath caught in my throat as he spoke. We hadn’t spoken much about when I left since the night we had ice cream and walked along the riverfront. I had no idea he still thought of that time. My heart stung inside my chest when he closed his eyes and inhaled again, sliding his tongue around my sensitive bud.
“Holy shit,” I gasped, dropping my head back to the bed. My arms slid out from underneath me and my fingers dug into the bed sheets. “Tyson.”
His name. It was all I could think. It was all I could say. All other words escaped me, but I continued chanting his name when he gripped my backside in his large, warm palms and pressed my sex directly to his mouth.
And then he devoured me.
His tongue slid in and around my folds, teasing me until I became a whimpering mess. He murmured encouraging words, telling me how much he loved the taste of me, spurring me on as my hips began bucking against his mouth. He slid his tongue to my clit and flicked it back and forth, loosening his hold on me to slide two fingers into my wet flesh.
“So perfect. Love the way you taste.”
I moaned loudly, highly aware that I was shameless with the need to be closer to him.
“Tyson,” I gasped, as my orgasm began tightening in my inner thighs. The heat and tremors spread to my stomach and down to my core until I couldn’t contain myself. The pleasure was explosive and I felt every part of me clenching and convulsing around his fingers and tongue while he threw me over the edge of abandon with his sure movements.
“Amazing,” I muttered, one arm thrown over my eyes. My body still trembled from his heated touch when he stood up and wrapped my ankles around his back. I popped my eyes open, dropping my arm to see Tyson grinning at me.
It was full of arrogance and cockiness.
I grinned. “Yes?”
One side of his lips twitched up. “You didn’t think we were done, did you?”
“I don’t know if I can take more,” I admitted, my cheeks flushed from my orgasm and embarrassment. He laughed softly, reaching into a drawer of his nightstand. I watched every moment as he tore the foil with his teeth and rolled on a condom.
Excitement began to build all over just from watching his fluid movements.
When he was done, he pulled me toward him until my backside hung off the edge of the bed. Standing to his full height, he adjusted me, moving my ankles behind his back, lifting my hips off the bed.
He wrapped one hand around his hard and thick shaft, his gaze focused on my center.
“You can take more,” he assured me with a teasing glint in his eyes.
He proved it by sliding the tip of his erection against my entrance, gathering moisture before sliding inside.
“Tighten those ankles around me,” he said, leaning forward to grab onto my hips with both hands. He pulled my bottom up to meet him until my body was angled for him. He slid in all the way, filling me and stretching me until he was fully sheathed inside me. Everything inside me ached for more, even though I felt overwhelmed.
“Wait,” I gasped, as a sharp bite of pain hit me deep inside. “Give me a minute to adjust.”
Opening my eyes, I stared up at him and saw perspiration beading on his forehead. His forearms were trembling with restraint and I couldn’t help but grin. He was holding back on my account and it was killing him. I liked that I could make him lose control in the same way he did to me.
“Okay,” I nodded as the pain receded, and began squirming, loving the feel of him. “Move.”
“You sure?”
I wrapped my hands around his and tugged. “Please. I need you.”
The cocky grin reappeared. He pulled out slowly and slid back in; both of us tossed back our heads and groaned out loud. Tyson continued moving slowly, until he picked up the pace, his hips beginning to piston in and out, signaling his strong desire for me. Every thrust and every groan of his caused a delicious ripple of anticipation to bloom inside of me.
We continued, both of us cursing and moaning, until he sped up again. I cried out his name as he dropped down, bracing himself on his hands next to my shoulders, and thrust harder. Faster.
“Fuck!” he groaned. It couldn’t be helped.
He drove me crazy, completely out of my mind.
It was then I realized what he was doing. He was marking me. Claiming me.
