I’m so surprised she has no problem with her son wanting to get married. We’re young, but then again, I don’t think I ever really felt that way my whole life. I’m grateful to have at least had my grandmother, who gave me some sense of normalcy. But since she passed, I’ve had to be the responsible one all of the time.
“Tyson,” Cherie says, her eyes going over my shoulder. I turn to see him entering the kitchen.
“Hey, Mom.” He kisses her on the cheek before he drops a quick one on my lips. “Going to steal my girl away for a bit.” He plucks me easily out of my chair and into his arms.
“Tyson.” I laugh as he practically runs toward wherever he’s headed. I’m guessing it’s his bedroom.
“Need you” is his only response as he carries me up the stairs, taking them two at a time. He doesn’t stop until we’re inside his bedroom with the door shut and locked behind us.
“Everything okay?” I ask when he sets me down on his bed. I love how the whole room smells like him. I’m becoming addicted to everything Tyson Carter.
“Everyone I love is under this roof. Yeah, I’m more than okay right now.” My breath catches at his words as he pulls his shirt off over his head. My mouth suddenly goes dry as I take in every hard line of his broad chest. “Need you skin to skin. You gonna give me that?”
“Yes.” Without hesitation, I start to pull at my own clothes. We are both naked within seconds with Tyson coming down over me. He pins me to the bed below him as he kisses me softly at first, but that doesn’t last long. Years of built-up need bleed out between us.
His cock rubs against my pussy, making me gasp. I can’t believe how wet I am already. My hard nipples rub against his chest, my whole body aching with need. It's not only a need to come but to be connected to Tyson. The one person I know I can trust and count on.
“I need you.” I lift my hips, attempting to rub against him.
“Need to get you ready,” he whispers against my skin as he kisses down the column of my neck. Before I can say another word, I feel his mouth wrap around my nipple. All rational thought leaves me as he licks and sucks me.
“Tyson, please,” I beg him.
To my surprise it works, and seconds later, he releases my nipple. He places open-mouthed kisses down my stomach until he gets to my sex. I lift my head to see what he’s doing down there. I watch as he runs his finger along the lips of my pussy. I try to lift my hips again, but he pins me down with his other arm.
“Is this all for me?’ He lifts his finger with the evidence of my arousal to his mouth. I simply nod my head because I’m too turned on to form words at this point. “I need the words.”
“Always. The first time I touched myself I was thinking about you.” Something primal flashes through his eyes at my confession, but I want him to have it. He’s waited so long to have me. I want him to know I’ve been waiting too in my own way. Even if I was only ever fighting myself and thinking I’m not good enough.
“No more touching yourself. It’s my job now,” he says before his mouth descends onto my clit. He didn’t need to make the demand. The second his mouth wraps around my clit, I know I’ve been ruined.
I sink my fingers into his hair as he licks and sucks at my clit. He presses one finger into me and then another. It's more than I can take. Too much pent-up need demands to be released. He must know I’m close because he hooks his fingers inside of me as his tongue is relentless in its strokes against my clit, sending me over the edge.
“Ty!” I scream out as the pleasure courses through my body. Tears slip down my cheeks when Tyson moves up my body and starts to kiss me.
“Baby.” My eyes flutter open, loving when he calls me any kind of pet name. He presses kisses to my cheeks.
“I’m happy. I swear. It’s just a lot. I can feel it. That you love me so much. You’ve taken your time even when I pushed back. You never gave up on me. So many times, you could have walked away, but you only came on stronger. I don’t think you’ll ever know what that means to me. As you already know, there aren’t a lot of people that I can depend on in my life. You’ve built so much trust inside of me.”
“I know. It’s why I did it. I love you, and when you love something, you fight for it. You know that better than anyone.”
“I love you.” I wrap my arms around his neck.
“I love you, too.”
“Then make love to me already.” Now it’s me making demands.
“I don’t have a condom, but I can pull out or I could just eat your pussy again.” He smiles, not worried in the least about his own pleasure.
“I’m on birth control. Have been for a while.”
“Fuck yes.” He claims my mouth in another kiss. The head of his cock starts to press inside of me. He freezes when he gets to the thin barrier of my virginity.
“Don’t stop now,” I breathe against his mouth.
“I love you,” he says again before he thrusts into me fully. I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders. The pain is sharp and fast but fades quickly. As I stare up into Tyson’s eyes, he actually looks to be in more pain than me. He holds completely still, waiting for me to adjust to him. I can always count on this man to look out for me.
“If you love me, Tyson, then you’ll move.” I try to lift my hips, but I’m pinned under him. He lets out a groan but does as I ask. He pulls out, thrusting back in quickly. My eyes stay locked on his face, wanting to see every bit of his pleasure.