Did I want to stop?
No. No, I didn’t. I was sure of this. Sure of him.
“I don’t want to stop.” I whispered against his lips.
He pulled back, his eyes flitting between mine.
“Kay-”
“Shhh.” I placed my finger over his lips.
Running my hand across his cheek and down his arm following the lines of his tattoo, goose bumps rising wherever I touched. I dipped my hand under the arm of his t-shirt and spread my fingers over his bicep.
“I don’t want to think about what ifs,” I shook my head and met his eyes again. “I just need you.” I whispered.
“If we do this,” his Adams apple bobbed as he swallowed “There’d be no going back.”
I didn’t want to go back. My life had changed so much, I wasn’t scared at the thought of someone coming home. I didn’t have to worry if I did something wrong.
The most important thing was that I didn’t have to lie. Keeping secrets was so tiring.
I felt free with Ty, he made me feel like a woman. I loved how his eyes would follow me in a room, how I could read him. I didn’t have to second guess myself; with Ty what you see is what you get.
“I don’t want to go back” I shook my head.
He blinked, wrapped his arms round my waist and stood up. I held on to his shoulders as he walked us up the stairs, our eyes locked the entire time.
My heart beat out of my chest, my stomach dipping as he pushed through his bedroom door.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yes,” I breathed out.
He shut the door, walked us to the bed and sat on the edge. A large bay window took up the space to the left that looked out onto the woods. I was fascinated at the view he had from up here, the chair that sat next to it told me that he sat there often. I could picture sitting there with a blanket covering me as I curled up next to Ty.
He cupped the side of my face and brought me closer to him. His soft lips pressed against mine, the scruff on his face scratching against my skin.
My hands wandered up his t-shirt, his muscles rigid. Moaning I pulled back, then he flipped us over, pulled his t-shirt over his head and wrapped my legs round his waist.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered into my ear, his breath sending goosebumps flying across my skin.
We were going fast, caught up in the moment. I was glad because if I gave myself time to think then I would chicken out.
He thrust, only our clothes separating us, I wanted them off now.
I reached down frenzied and undid his button, if I didn’t feel him now then I’d go insane. I pushed down his jeans as far as they would go, eager to get them off him.
“Slow down,” he pulled back and chuckled.
“Sorry.” I looked away.
“Hey,” he gripped my chin softly and turned me back to look at him. “We’ve gone over this, you don’t need to apologize to me.”
“Okay” I nodded.
“We’re gonna take this slow sweetheart,” he stood, kicking off his boots and pulled his jeans down. “I’m gonna make you feel things you never knew you could feel.”
I shivered.