“I need to see you,” he says.
“No, just this. Just us here in the dark. Just feel, Ty. I want to feel you.”
“This time,” he says, leaning in for another kiss. I don’t know how he’s navigating so well in the dark, but I’m grateful for it. I want to see him too, but keeping the lights off, well, that will make this less real. Almost as if I’ve imagined it. I don’t know what happens after this, but I know that the memory alone will haunt me. Add in seeing all of him, and I don’t think I could survive it. I’ve longed for him, for this, for far too long. It’s best to keep things as simple as possible. It’s more than just the two of us that this will affect.
Reaching behind me, I unsnap my bra and toss it as well. Leaning back on the bed, I pull my shorts and panties down and kick them off. “I won,” I say into the dark.
“What did you win?” he asks.
“Come here, and I’ll show you.” His large frame steps between my legs. The fabric of his shorts, rubbing against my bare thighs. Yeah, I definitely won. Reaching out, I grab in the darkness until I have his hand in mine. Pressing my lips to his palm, I then guide him to cup my bare breasts.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, pinching and tweaking my already tight nipple.
With my hands gripping the backs of his legs, I let him explore my breasts. When he leans in closer, I know what he’s about to do, and if he puts his mouth on me now, I’ll never get to finish my victory lap. Now that I think about it, it’s just as much a victory for him as it is for me. Reaching for one of his hands, the other continues to play with my breast as I flatten his palm between my breasts and slide his hand south. We reach my belly, and he takes matters into his own hands traveling down.
We both suck in a breath when he guides his index finger through my wetness. “Is this for me?” he whispers roughly.
“Depends?” I taunt him. I’m surprised I can form a coherent thought with his hands all over me. My senses are on full alert.
“On what?” he says, his voice gruff.
“Do you want it? Want me?” I meant to come off as seductive, but even I can hear the worry in my voice. What if he changes his mind?
“Fuck yes, I do.” To prove it, he slides a single digit inside me. His lips find mine once again, but this time, it’s not a kiss that’s causing my mind to spin; it’s his words. “I want all of you. All the time. All mine,” he says while slowly stroking his finger inside me.
“T-Too many clothes.” I need to feel him too. Gripping the waistband of his gym shorts, I tug until they fall to his feet. My hands roam, and I’m pleasantly surprised to find he’s wearing boxer briefs. My hands cup him through the thin spandex-like material, and he hisses a sharp breath. I make quick work of gripping the sides and tugging them down, and I’m rewarded with his hard cock brushing across my cheek. My face heats with embarrassment and I’m glad I insisted we do this in the dark.
Encouraged by the fact he can’t see how he affects me, I grip his length, stroking slowing.
“Jesus, Reagan,” he murmurs, sliding his fingers free only to return with two, causing me to moan and tighten the grip I have on him.
I want him to feel what I feel.
Wanted.
Cherished.
Burning with desire.
Feeling brazen, I bring him to my mouth and trace his length from root to tip with my tongue. He wobbles, bracing himself with one hand on my shoulders. Exhilarated, I take him into my mouth, only to have him step back and fall from my lips.
“No,” he says, his voice strained. “I-I can’t let you do that. Not right now. Fuck, Reags, I’m ready to come.”
“Isn’t that the point?”
“No. Not until you do, and I want to be inside you when it happens. Slide back, baby.”
Who am I to argue with that logic? I scramble to slide back on the bed just as he asked. As I rest my head on the pillow that smells like him, I hear the nightstand drawer open, and the sound of a box being ripped open. I don’t know why, but the knowledge that the box is unopened makes me feel better. The bed dips, and his large calloused hand touches my knee. “Open for me.”
My body is a slave for him. As my legs fall open, he settles between my thighs. His hard length rests just above where my body is wet and swollen for him. His lips find mine, his tongue leisurely tasting my lips. “Tyler,” I whisper his name. My senses are on overload. I’m surrounded by his woodsy scent, the feel of his hard, naked body hovering over me, and the way his kisses, even with the scratch of his beard, have my head spinning with desire.
His hand works its way back to my pussy, and his fingers dip inside once again. “You’re ready,” he says, and his voice doesn’t sound like him. It’s rough and gritty. Raw. Before I know what’s happening, his hand is gone, and I hear the sound of the condom wrapper as he tears it open. With one hand braced on the bed beside my head, the other guides his hard length through my pussy.
Touching.
Teasing.
It’s delicious torture.
He gives me no warning as he aligns himself at my entrance and pushes forward. My nails dig into his back as a fullness like I’ve never felt takes hold over me. “You okay?” he asks as he stills with his body deeply connected to mine.
“Yeah,” I whisper.
He lowers his elbows to the mattress on either side of my head and lightly kisses my nose, my forehead, and finally my lips. “You feel better than I could have imagined,” he whispers hoarsely in my ear.
His lips find their way to my neck as he begins to thrust. Slow and steady, igniting a fire inside me. My soul is ablaze as it cries out for him. I’ve wanted this for so long, this intimate connection with him. I’ve craved it. I’ve built the moment up in my head, was fearful that if I ever had the opportunity to be here, in this moment with him, it would fall short. I should have known better.
“Just feel, baby,” he whispers from where his face is still buried in my neck, kissing, licking, sucking, and effectively driving me crazy with want. With need for him.
“I—” I have to bite down on my bottom lip as he swivels his hips. My nails dig deeper into his skin as my body pulses around him. Damn. “I feel everything,” I manage to say.
“Good.” He kisses my lips quickly, before lifting himself off me. His hands grip my hips as he pulls me into him. He’s on his knees, thrusting as my hands grapple for the sheets for something to hold onto while I settle in for the ride.
“Ty—” I can’t seem to form complete words.
“I feel you,” he says, not even out of breath even though he’s doing all the work.
I’m just lying here, holding on for my life, if my grip on the sheets is any indication. He wants me to feel, and that’s all I can do. With each pump of his hips, he sends shockwaves throughout my body.
“I’m sorry,” I say, lifting my hips and meeting his thrusts. I need more. “I-I’m close,” I say, my head moving from side to side. The ache is there, building. Higher and higher. Tyler does that swivel thing with his hips and hits that spot. The one that seems to be a detonator for my orgasm. I cry out his name as I spiral out of control. It’s by far the most intense orgasm of my life. I see spots behind my eyes. My entire body is on fire. An intense yet satisfying burn in my core, flooding through my body.
“Fuck,” he murmurs as he stills.
Forcing my eyes open, I watch in the glow of the moonlight as he shudders, his release racing through him. A few lazy pumps and he’s leaning down to kiss my lips. My hands stroke his back that is covered in a slight sheen of sweat. He pulls out and lies down beside me, tugging me into his chest. I immediately feel the loss of being connected to him.
His lips press against the top of my head. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” How could I not be? He just tilted my world on its axis.
“Why were you apologizing?”
“What?”
“You said, I’m sorry.”
“Oh.” My face heats, and I’m once again thankful for the
dark room. “I was just kind of lying there,” I explain, and I know my face is blood red. I can’t lie to him, though.
“What are you talking about?” He pulls away from my body, discarding the condom and tossing it in the trash. I already miss the warmth and the connection of having him inside me.
“All I could do was hold on.”
“Baby,” he says softly. “That’s nothing to be sorry for. I liked that I was doing that for you.”
“What do we do now?”
“We shower. Then we cuddle like this until we fall asleep. In the morning, I’ll make you breakfast, and we can decide what to do with the rest of our day.”
“About us, Ty.”
“Tell me what you want, Reagan.”
“This. Us. It complicates things.”
“Explain.”
“My brother. Our friends. Our families.”