Page 104 of Unbearable
It’s then he remembers the condom and separates himself from me. The lack of heat from his body is immediate and my nipples harden as I watch him. I want to tell him we don’t need one, but I don’t want to say anything and remind him of why we wouldn’t need one.
Tearing the plastic wrapper of the condom open, Tyler takes the condom between his thumb and forefinger and slides it on. When he’s finished, he blinks slowly, eyes so dark, like magical wishing wells you couldn’t see the bottom of but knew if you made a wish, it was coming true.
Taking him by the shoulders, I guide him to lie down on the bed, wanting to take control over this.
Breathing in deeply, he watches me straddle him as I make the first move, wanting him to take it easy.
“Look at me.” His fingers brush over heated freckled skin. He looks down between our legs, his neck straining as he does so, the muscles in his chest and stomach flexing. “I want to watch your pussy devour every inch of my cock.”
Well, I have a new favorite word. Tyler breathing the word cock with his face contorted in pleasure.
As slowly as I can, my legs and arms shaking with anticipation, I slide down on him, down every single thick inch. It takes me a second to adjust, but when I do, relief washes through me immediately, rising up from my center to warm my cheeks.
“Fuck….” A low rumble leaves his chest as he forces me down against him.
In response, a shudder runs through me knowing I’m evoking these reactions from him.
Cursing under his breath, he takes a firm hold on me, fingers digging into my heated flesh
“Don’t stop.” He slams me down into every movement, refusing to allow an inch of space between us. His hands clutch my hips, rocking me back and forth, a trembling present in his body with every move. “Do you feel how badly I want this?”
I nod, unsure what else to do when he thrusts up into my movements, slow and cautious as I stretch around him. “Probably as bad as I want it.”
Any fear I have over this being too soon vanishes, as if it never existed in the first place.
I’m not surprised when we don’t say much of anything as he’s making love to me, pouring himself into each touch.
For so long a relationship with Tyler was untouchable. Only now, I’m finally seeing and believing that’s not the case. I have him. All of him.
Taking a firm hold on my hips, he gives a nod, an indication he wants on top.
He turns me over on my stomach, his chest pressing to my back, his hand moving to my center underneath us. I close my eyes at the sensation of his weight on me.
“Come for me again,” he growls in a begging plea at my ear. Shivers dance through me at the roughness of his voice. “I need to feel your wet pussy all over my fingers. And then I’m going to make you lick it off.”
Holy. Shit.
His finger makes a pass over my aching center and my body jumps, everything he’s doing is too intense, but I want more. He slows his pace and I want to die and scream in his face. He’s leaving me hanging, just on the edge.
“No,” I plead, my legs straightening out.
“Trust me,” he whispers, kissing my neck and ear.
He claims me with measured strokes, knowing how to draw this out. “The longer you deny yourself the release, the better it’s going to be.”
There’s meaning behind those words. For so long Tyler and I denied ourselves one another and that first night together was indescribable, as is this.
Even with my body welded to his, sweat pouring from the two of us, hands slipping and sweet kissing, it’s not close enough. I want to crawl inside him and experience everything he does.
My release is intense and stirring needs inside me I didn’t know existed. When I’ve come, my body sedated and rubbery, he flips me over on my back again.
My head snaps back against his headboard when he enters me with one forceful thrust, his hips creating enough power to move my entire body up the mattress. His hot breath fans over me in time with his dominant strokes that slowly kill me with unbridled desire.
Tyler’s head falls forward, resting against my forehead, tender involuntary grunts falling from his sweet lips. His sweaty chest slides across my own, and the moan that leaves my lips shakes the both of us.
“God, Raven….” He breathes against my skin, his tongue gliding over my salty sheen. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I’m not going to last much longer.”
I’m actually impressed he’s lasted this long. He moves frantically, moaning and grunting, fisting sheets between fingers and gripping the headboard. We can’t slow down. Maybe round two, we’ll have more time. But this, this is all about the need.
