When I glance down, my cheeks heat from embarrassment at Tye between my thighs. In so many ways, he’s going to be the first for me. The first man I want to touch me, kiss me, and be inside me. His tongue sends bliss scorching through my veins. A wildfire is lit deep in my core, erupting through every inch of me. My toes curl when he slips two fingers into my pussy, and he curls them to reach a spot that sends me reeling through space.
My head drops back onto the bed, and my eyes shut so tight, I see a galaxy of stars as I cry out his name over and over again. But he doesn’t relent. Even as my thighs tremble and my body pulses around his fingers, he continues his ministrations, drawing every drop of release from me.
When Tye finally ceases his torture, and he pulls both digits from my wetness, I open my eyes to see him taste my juices on his fingers. He licks them, savours them as if they were his favourite sweets.
“You’re beautiful,” he tells me then. “And you’re mine. Do you understand that, Einin?” His voice is a raspy vibration. His eyes are black as night. I’ve never seen him like this.
“Yes,” is all I manage to mutter as I slowly sink back to reality.
My gaze doesn’t leave Tye as he shoves his jeans, along with his black underwear, down, and I’m met with a strong, beautiful man, no longer the pretty boy who was my best friend. Tye is all grown up.
His cock is hard, jutting out from his hips, and I scoot back on the bed, wondering just how he’s going to feel inside me. Silently, he grips himself and strokes a couple of times, and the motion is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen in my life. The muscles on his forearm bulge, and the tip of his erection weeps.
“I want you, my wee bird,” he confesses. “I’ve wanted you for too long.”
I watch as he reaches into his bedside table and retrieves a foil wrapper. The sight of him tearing it open and slowly sliding the rubber over his thickness makes my mouth water.
When he’s fully sheathed, he looks up at me. The question is shining in his eyes. He wants permission. He needs to know I want this as much as he does. And there is no doubt in my mind.
“Please,” I ask him. “I want you to make me forget the past seven years.” It’s what I wanted when we were back at the club. I thought long and hard about it, and I knew it had to be him. There wasn’t a moment in my life I didn’t think he would be my first. “Be my last,” I whisper, my cheeks hot, and I’m pretty sure they’re bright red.
Tye moves over me, holding himself up on his elbows. The tip of his cock nudges the entrance of my pussy, and slowly, as he rolls his hips, he slips inside me. It’s a slow, torturous movement as he stretches me open, and I can’t stop the hiss of pain from escaping my lips.
“If you want me to stop—”
“No,” I say quickly, opening my eyes to find him staring down at me in concern. “Please, Tye. Do it.” My words confirm the permission I gave him earlier, and he thrusts in one swift movement.
My back arches as I am filled more than I ever have been, and I can’t think of a more perfect way to spend Christmas than connected to the man I love. I stare at Tye, still trying to comprehend this is real. I’m not dreaming. I won’t wake in a few minutes and realise I’m not in bed with him but somewhere else.
Twining my hands around his neck, I pull him closer, and when his lips touch mine, I moan. He kisses me while he fucks me. His movements get faster. I’m pinned to the bed, my body open, filled, and dripping wet. The sounds of our bodies moving in sync are accompanied by my whimpers and the rumbling groans of bliss from both of us.
I suck his tongue, tangling it with mine as I lose myself in the moment. Tye reaches for my face, resting his weight on one elbow, and he cups my cheek. Gently, he pulls his lips from mine, breaking the kiss. Those eyes I’ve come to love, I’ve come to find solace in, pierce me.
“I love you, Einin,” he tells me in a soft whisper that feathers his warm breath over my face. He’s perfect in every way. He always has been. And his words of affection grip my heart, filling it.
“I love you too, Tye. I’ve always loved you,” I tell him as he pulls out of me, then sinks his cock in so slowly, I want to cry out and beg him to move faster.
“Feel me,” he tells me. “Feel every feckin’ inch of my cock,” he continues. “It’s yours. You’re mine. This is the only dick ye’ll have inside ye until the day ye feckin’ die.”
His promise is a balm over my brokenness. It heals me in ways I never expected. And I can’t stop the smile from curling on my lips as I look up at him.
“I’ll always be yours,” I vow.
They’re words I don’t take lightly. It’s a promise I will never break. Because now I’ve found him, I know I can never let him go.
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Her body feels like feckin’heaven. Her pussy is warm, wet, and it hugs my dick like it was made for me. I move and I watch as she loses control. With every thrust, Einin moans my name, a song of pleasure I’m givin’ her, and I feckin’ love it.
I don’t stop. I don’t slow down, because I can’t. Einin feels too good. Her walls tighten around me, pulsin’, and as I thrust in deep, her body moulds even closer to mine.
“Please, please, Tye,” she begs and I know she needs to come. Just like I need it.
I reach for her clit and circle it while my mouth captures one of her nipples, and I bite down on it until she’s mewlin’ for me. The sound is like a drug. My nerves are feckin’ sparkin’ to life. I need more of her. An addict needin’ his fix.
Releasin’ her nipple, I lean in close and whisper, “Come fer me.” The words are an order, and I pinch the hardened nub between my fingers, causin’ her cunt to gush. “Good feckin’ girl. Comin’ on my dick.” I thrust one last time before my orgasm hits me like a feckin’ freight train. It sends me over the edge, and I empty myself into the rubber.