“Fuck, I need you,” he groans, moving from my mouth to my neck, kissing, sucking, driving me crazy. I tilt my head back and hold him close, running my fingers through his thick hair, abandoning myself to him.
It’s so good. Sooo good.
His hand works on the buttons of my blouse, then pulls the material aside so he can latch onto one of my breasts through my lacy bra cup. It doesn’t satisfy him and he yanks the fabric aside before sucking greedily on me again.
“Oh, God!” I cry out as I arch my back, pushing more of my breast into his mouth. He bites down on my nipple, drawing a hiss through my clenched teeth.
“Take me, Tyson, take me now,” I hear myself gasp.
He cups my butt, lifting me in one swift motion. I close my legs around his waist and the pressure of his thick, hard cock against my aching pussy is sweeter than anything I could have imagined.
He lowers me gently, then crawls up the length of my body to kiss me again.
He whispers my name. It sounds heavenly from his lips. He nips the spot between my neck and my shoulder. The exact same spot he had bitten that first night when he was deep inside me. I gasp with the sensation of his mouth, his teeth, and his tongue flat against my skin. Tasting, sensing, and enjoying the fast beat of my heart in the blood that rushes through my veins.
I pull the shirt from his waistband and indulge myself in the feeling of his bare skin, marveling the way I did the first time at the size and firmness of his body. He is truly perfection. He peels his shirt off. I revel in the sight, the tattoos I’ve nearly forgotten, the rippling muscles, and rasp of his skin. Pulling him down for another deep, breathtaking kiss that goes on and on. I wish it would never stop. I would gladly spend the rest of my life in this moment.
“I missed you so fuckin’ much,” he grates hoarsely, running a hand down my side, over my hip and down the outside of my thigh. He grabs my boot, tugs it off my foot and throws it behind him. He repeats it with my other boot. I watch him unbutton my jeans and pull the zip down. Grasping the leg ends of my jeans he yanks hard, the movement so strong and sure, my jeans immediately slide down my hips, legs, and feet. He flings them away from him.
“Please …” I moan, flexing my hips upward like an animal in heat, dying to make contact with him. I need him between my legs. I need him inside me, on top of me, pinning me to the bed with his glorious body.
He peels off my panties and looks down between my legs. Slowly, he spreads my legs and stares at my splayed open pussy as if he is starving. I feel my own wetness leak out of me as I let him look. I want him to look. The way he looks at me makes me feel beautiful, desirable, wanted. The way I haven’t felt in two years.
“Look how wet you are,” he says, dragging his eyes up to mine.
“It’s you. You make me wet for you.”
“Wrap your legs around my neck,” he orders, and as I lift my legs, he throws them on either side of his shoulders. Then he dives between them. Licking a trail up my inner thigh, his beard scratching and tickling me, he moves higher and higher along the sensitive skin. His progress is maddeningly slow, and it makes me clench my hands to stop myself from grabbing his head and greedily pushing it to where I’m throbbing for his mouth.
Finally, an eternity later, he drags his tongue across my throbbing clit, and I can’t help it.
I scream.
“Shhh …” he murmurs, as if he is attending to a crying baby.
Spreading my pussy lips with his fingers, he dips his tongue into me. A cry is torn out of my throat. I already know I won’t last long. He laps up the juices pouring out of me, then rims my asshole.
“Tyson,” I squeak.
“Not now, but I’m going in there, babe,” he says with a dark laugh. Then he begins to suckle gently at my clit and my body arches off the bed. He touches parts of me that nobody’s ever touched, unleashes something I didn’t know existed before him. I close my eyes and let the sensations take over, abandoning myself. No more thinking. Only feeling. And there’s so much to feel.
Writhing and groaning, losing control, I feel nothing but my hands clawing into his hair and his mouth on me. My ecstatic cries fill the air as my body clenches around him and waves of sheer bliss wash over me. His hands roam over me, touching, caressing, fondling, stroking.
When I come down from that dizzy height of pleasure, and my ragged breathing quiets, I hear him making growling sounds as he starts to eat me out again. Sucking my swollen, wet lips into his mouth. He’s giving me more. And by God, I want more. I’ve been thirsting for this. I’ll never get enough of him.
He barely has the condom unrolled before he’s between my legs again, pulling me into a deep, searching kiss as he pushes forward. I groan, deep and low as he plunges into me. I’d forgotten how massive he is, how he filled and stretched until I thought he would split me.
“You like that?” he grunts, grinding slowly, teasing me.
After all this time, I need more. I need it to hurt. I tighten my legs around his butt and pull him deeper, grunting with the effort. More of him gets pushed in. Our bodies fit together like they were made for each other. I watch his body moving and it’s like magic, his abs tightening each time he buries his cock in me.
“Go in deeper still,” I gasp.
He frowns. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I want to take all of you inside me.”
“Okay,” he says, and pulls out of me. Sitting on his haunches, he rolls my hips so I am doubled over and both my pussy and asshole are exposed to his gaze. I lift my hips higher and look him in the eye, telling him without words that I want it harder, faster, stronger.
He opens my legs and plunges all the way in. Then, before I can even adjust to the sensation, he gives it to me the way I asked for it. Like an animal. Feral and furious. Pounding. My breasts bouncing wildly, my whole body jerking uncontrollably.
The pressure starts to build again, getting stronger every time our bodies crash together. Until I can’t stand it. It’s too good. He feels the change in me, the way my muscles begin to tighten around his thickness, and he pummels me faster than ever.
My orgasm rips through me and crests. I hold my arms out to him, just as the wave breaks.
“Yes. Yes,” I gasp. A sob of pure joy and relief pours from my lips. My nails trace lines across his shoulders, making him groan louder as his thrusts speed up.
“Yes, I love it, harder, faster,” I whisper, thrusting up to meet him, desperate to give him what he gave me. When he explodes with a roar of pleasure, my heart swells with the deep love that I have never been able to kill no matter if I thought he was an uncaring cad. I’ve loved him all this time.
“Hell,” he groans when it’s over, falling forward, pressing his mouth to my shoulder. “To think I managed to convince myself that I was imagining how fantastic it was before.”
“Me, too,” I whisper, kissing the side of his face, his shoulder. “Me, too.”
It was so good, so right. Everything I remembered and more. We smile at each other, and just for a second the years dissolve and we’re right back where we started. Intoxicated with each other. Unable to believe that we’ve been so lucky to find each other.
Then the real world comes back to me and dread fills my heart. I gave in to a sexual urge? It’s so wrong.
It’s all so wrong.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Tyson
I stare up at the ceiling and can’t help grinning like an idiot. I found her … and drove her nuts. Two years of being without her, of longing, of regretting I never left a message at the hotel, is finally over. Two years haven’t changed a thing.
The problem is, when I turn my head to face her, I don’t see the same look of happiness and joy. She even seems distressed and upset. My smile goes sour before dissolving. “What is it?” I ask.
She closes her eyes for a second, then sits up. “I should go. I don’t regret what we did, but it can’t happen again. This ends here.”
“What are
you talking about?” I reach for her, brushing my fingertips over her bare back, and she jerks away like I burned her.
“Things are very different now, Tyson.” I’ve never heard such sadness, such total hopelessness in her voice before.
I sit up, speechless, devastated. She really wants to go. Fuck if it makes sense. How could she be so passionate one minute and turn so sad the next? What’s happened to her? I run my fingers through my hair and try to figure out my next move. I mucked things up once, I’m not about to do it again. If she thinks she is going to slip through my fingers so easily she’s got another thing coming. “Help me to understand how it is,” I say slowly.
“I’m sorry, I can’t. I don’t have the time. Just know that it’s better for us both if I get out of here as fast as I can.”