Page 93 of Under Pressure
He groans at my breast and does what I say, slipping his index and middle fingers in his mouth, keeping eye contact with me, the bright blue of his eyes holding me in place. He carefully brings his hand down my body, parting and entering me, the intrusion so welcome I buck my hips so he’ll go deeper. I need more, more, more of him.
“I love how you hold nothing back. Everything is right there for me to see.” He plunges his fingers in and out of me, so incredibly wet with my desire I’d be embarrassed if I wasn’t so goddamn turned on. If he didn’t make me insane with wanting. “Show me what I do to you,” he whispers darkly.
A keening cry escapes me as he uses his thumb to circle my clit, lifting his head to press kisses along the length of my neck. I buck against him, unable to take much more, so close…
“Come for me, Mia,” he growls in my ear, pushing me over the edge.
I grip his shoulders tightly, using them as leverage to ride his fingers till I’m spent.
He wipes the hair back from my face and kisses me softly, deeply, until I’m completely at peace, every sense attuned to him.
“What does this dirty mouth have planned for us next?” he asks, tracing the outline of my lower lip with his thumb. The same one that just drove me wild on my clit.
I look down the length of our bodies, his cock gorgeously erect against his thigh. “Will you touch yourself for me?”
His eyes stay on mine as he reaches a hand down, gripping himself, lips parting at the welcome relief. He moves his fist steadily up and down, until I’m unable to keep eye contact with him, continually switching between watching him stroke himself and meeting his gaze, incapable of deciding which I love more.
His mouth curves to one side. “You like watching me?”
I nod, biting my lip. All that power of his leashed, under his control. I want it for myself. “Inside me. Now.”
“Whatever you want,” he whispers, leaving me briefly to grab a condom out of his wallet, rolling it on with sure hands.
The speed he does it with reminds me of how many times he’s done this. I hold up a hand as he returns to me, suddenly needing to know something. “The last few weeks, while we were apart… were you with anyone else?”
He must see the anxiety on my face because he rubs gentle palms down my arms, kissing me reassuringly. “No,” he says seriously. “I can’t go back to anything meaningless. Not after being with you.”
I return his kiss, breathing in deep as he enters me slowly, adjusting around him, loving how he fills me until there’s nothing but him.
His hand curls over my hip, holding me in place as he begins to thrust. “It’s my turn now.”
“To do what?”
“To talk dirty to you.” He grins wickedly. “To tell you how incredibly wet your pussy is clenched around me. When I slide in and out of you, it feels like heaven.” He makes a point of speeding up his strokes briefly, slick and snug.
“I love watching your tits bounce up and down, begging for my tongue.” He leans down, capturing a nipple in his mouth. I moan, gripping him tighter, spurring him on to move faster, harder.
“How soft you are.” He trails his fingers up my side. “I can’t get enough of how you feel. And your legs around me,” he murmurs. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be than between your legs.”
Good. There’s nowhere else I’d rather him be either. All that strength, right under my fingertips. I smooth a palm down his ass, giving it a light slap.
He looks at me in surprise, then narrows his eyes, a devilish gleam in them. “Oh, you’re in for it now.”
He brings one of my legs up over his shoulder, changing the angle, somehow deeper within me. He grips my hips, keeping me in place as he moves quicker, every thrust sending a jolt of electricity through me.
I claw at the bedsheets, trying to catch my breath, overcome by this sense of domination as he surrounds me, but eventually accept it, letting him use my body to bring us both to greater heights.
The climax builds within me until I’m teetering on the verge, his masterful strokes bringing me closer, closer…
“I love you, Tyler,” I choke out as I fall, my back bowing, feeling him everywhere at once.
“God, I love you.” His gaze is fierce as he watches me come for him, then leans forward, bracing himself against the headboard as he finds his own satisfaction, groaning in my ear, the sound sending tingles throughout me. Or maybe it’s the orgasm doing it.
Either way, I’m on my own cloud, drifting off as he carefully pulls out of me and heads into the bathroom to clean up.
When he returns, he brings me in close to his side, wrapping an arm around my back, encouraging me to cuddle in next to him. Who knew Tyler would be a cuddler?
We’re both silent as we simply revel in each other’s presence. It seems like a hard-won battle for us to finally be here, everything out in the open.
