I can’t take anymore.
Tongue and fingers swirling and licking, pulling and pushing until I can’t tell which is what. My body tenses, my head comes up, trying to see him at the same time as feel him. His fingers pulsing against the walls of my vagina, his mouth sucking on my clit, his thumb entering my ass.
My body responds with a mind of its own, as I’m thrown into an abyss of pure pleasure. Total hedonistic abandon. My vision blurs, body convulses, I can’t breathe. My nails dig into his scalp as I scream through my release, coming harder than I ever have before.
He gives me no reprieve to come down. Instead, blanketing my body with his as he works his hips between my legs, stretching them wide. I get no warning as he thrusts into me in one swoop.
“Oh god!” I cry out.
He moves his hands down to my hips, fingertips gripping my ass cheeks, to pull me in closer. I’m hungry for him. Already.
I raise my head to bite at his neck, hard.
His resulting moan almost as satisfying as his dick. To know that I can make this man feel and lose control. His lips move across my mouth to my neck, biting and sucking. He’s going to leave a mark, and I don’t care. All I care about is him and the relief his cock is going to bring.
He reaches up to grab my tits, bringing them together, biting both nipples at the same time. For the first time, in a long time, I feel alive from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.
“Fuck you hard, babe. You’re going to come again,” he warns, then takes my hips and plunges back in. I can’t help but cry out. I’m filled beyond capacity, stretching to the brink, ripping apart, and it feels so fucking good.
His hard cock relentless as he pistons into me. Throwing my legs over his shoulders and sliding to his knees in one smooth move, never once disconnecting, plunging harder and deeper. His hold on my hips so tight that I know I will have bruises on my bruises tomorrow. I don’t care. The only thing on my mind right now is getting fucked thoroughly by this delicious god who has graced my life once again and is holding nothing back.
Total animalistic fucking.
My orgasm builds fast. I can’t even believe my body is capable of coming again. I clamp down on his cock. His thrusts grow harder and faster, face strains with tension, veins popping in his neck, his cock reaching places inside me that I didn’t even know I had.
I am panting and pulsating, my body tenses and everything shatters to pieces. My nails dig into his back, my legs tighten around his hips, the exquisite torture overtakes me.
“Ty!” My eyes roll back, time and sound cease to exist as I give myself over to the oblivion.
He thrusts one final time, pulling me tightly to him, head thrown back, and the most glorious roar emitting from his as he comes inside me. Rolling at the last moment so he’s not collapsing on top of me.
My legs fall limply to the couch.
I’m done. Spent. Finished.
“Fuck, woman.” He’s breathing heavily. I like that I have that effect on him.
All I can manage in response is, “Mmhmm.”
We lie there recouping and catching our breath until it returns to normal. He leaves for a moment, coming back with a warm wet cloth. He proceeds to clean me gently between the legs, before picking me up and carrying me into the bedroom. He throws back the covers and lies down, tucking me into him.
He puts his arm around my waist, hand cupping my breast. I’m so exhausted I can barely keep my eyes open.
“Stay with me?” I whisper, hoping it’s not necessary to ask.
“Never leaving you again,” he says, kissing my temple.
epilogue
GENEVIEVE
“You see this?”Ty tosses the day’s newspaper on the kitchen table near my coffee. I’m feeding our daughter, Autumn, whose first birthday is today. “I’ll take over,” he says taking the small bowl and spoon from me. “Give it a read.”
Autumn squeals in delight when Tyler takes my seat. He smiles big. “How’s my girl? Ready for some sweet peas?”
She bangs her hands on the table in front of her, chanting, “Peas. Peas. Peas.” Wiggling her bottom in her seat. She loves me, but she idolizes Ty. He’s her entire world. That makes two of us.
We still get the newspaper, even though it’s a seriously dying medium. I enjoy the feel of the paper in my hands and the ink on my fingers as I read it in the morning with my coffee. I grab the paper and stand next to him to read it.
