I kick off the bed and drop to the floor in front of him as he stands to his full height. My hands slide up his legs, feeling his warm skin against mine. I stroke him once, twice, and a pool of pre-cum forms at his tip. I twirl my tongue around the thick head before I take him deep into my mouth, surrounding him as far as my throat will allow.
“Fuck!” he gasps, gripping the side of my face. I slide my tongue along the underside of his shaft and suck hard, causing him to buck against my mouth. My sex is still throbbing from having his mouth on me, and when he lets out a deep growl, I slide my hand down my stomach and over my clit, trying to calm the impending storm.
“Harley.” His voice is rigid. Under hooded eyes, I glance up at him, shifting my body back enough so that he can see what I'm doing.
“Fuck. Stop…Harley…stop.” Tyson yanks back and I release him with a wet pop.
“What? What's wrong?” I pant, hoping like hell I didn't somehow screw that up. I know I haven't given many blowjobs, but seriously, how hard can it be?
“Sweetheart, I have a massive amount of self-control, but the sight of you rubbing yourself while sucking me off is too much for any man to handle.” He reaches down for my arms, lifting me onto the bed, and then pushes me back as he crawls up my body. “Don't get me wrong,” he says, trailing kisses along the length of my neck. “One day soon I'm going to fuck that sweet little mouth of yours, but I've waited too damn long to make you mine. Tonight, I want to be buried deep inside your hot little pussy when I come.”
His words cause a tremble to course through my body and I wrap my hand around his neck, slamming his mouth on mine. His tongue plunges deep and I run my free hand down his back, digging my nails into the globe of his ass. He thrusts against me once, his long cock sliding against my crevice.
“Ty,” I breathe against his mouth. “I…I…” Why the fuck can't I talk?
“Harley?”
My eyes find his, and my heart swells with anticipation and pure desire. “I'm clean.”
“Me too,” he says, swallowing hard, looking down at the condom. “The hospital tested me when I started.”
“I'm on the pill,” I offer hopefully. “And I haven't been with anyone since I was last tested.” He looks shocked and then his surprised gaze morphs into a stunning smile as he drops the condom on the bed. "I don't want anything between us,” I whisper, reveling in the feel of his heavy body pressing down on mine.
“Never. There will never be anything between us.” His words are like an arrow straight through my heart and my blood heats, settling in my core. I need him. Now.
With a surprisingly steady hand, I grip him gently, guiding him to my entrance. Ty's hand slides over mine, taking control of our movements. My body arches, seeking his touch, but instead of sliding into me, he rubs himself slowly against my swollen clit.
“Ty…please…I need you in me,” I beg.
He drags himself to my opening and I shiver, my breath hitching in my throat. With slow movements, he enters me—inch by delicious inch—and my entire world comes to a complete stop.
This is heaven.
Right here in this moment, my life is perfect. There are no regrets and no guilt, only happiness. And based on the bright-eyed look Ty is giving me, I'm certain he is feeling the same way. My heart freezes and then pounds furiously as blood rushes to my ears.
I groan, writhing underneath of him. He moves, slowly at first, letting me adjust to his size and girth. Our mouths meet in a frenzy, tasting and teasing. With one hand cradling my neck, he slides the other down my body, stopping to grip my hip. His sensual touch sparks fireworks low in my
belly. He squeezes my hip and I wrap my legs around his waist.
“Perfect, baby,” he breathes harshly into my neck. “You are perfect.” I lift my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust, pushing against him, needing all of him. Strong fingers grip my thighs, lifting me to achieve a better angle. With each thrust, he pushes deeper and deeper, and I cry out when he hits a spot that I'm certain has never been hit before.
My fingers rake down his back, over his ass, and then back up over his shoulders, trying to decide where I want to touch him…needing to touch all of him.
“Please,” I moan, digging my nails into his shoulders. My body is stretched to its limits, so overwhelmed with sensations that I'm certain it's going to explode. Sensing my needs, Tyson reaches down, swirling his thumb several times over my swollen clit before pressing down—hard. With a deep groan, I ignite like fireworks on the Fourth of July, blasting off into the abyss and then exploding beautifully into a million colorful pieces. My back arches, curving into his strong chest, and he wraps his strong arm around my waist, holding me to him as my body convulses violently around his.
“That was incredible,” he growls, pounding into me harder. “Christ,” he grunts. “You're body is heaven. Your pussy hugs me like…fuck!” His words spur me on and I reach up, squeezing my heavy breasts. I pinch and pull at my nipples, trying to ride out the wave of my orgasm. Tyson's hungry eyes devour every twist and turn of my fingers, and he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth and bites down. His body stiffens against mine as a string of incoherent words fly from his mouth. He buries his head in my neck, rocking several more times as my body milks him for every last drop.
Holy shit. I've never actually watched a man get off, but after watching that, I'm fairly certain I'll never look away again. That was the hottest damn thing I've ever seen! And to know that I'm the one that brought him to that place is intensely satisfying.
Tyson’s warm breath fans against my cheek and he pushes up, resting on his elbows. My face is cradled in his hands, and the tender look he's giving me melts me straight down to my soul.
Leaning forward, Tyson peppers kisses across my face while his thumbs rub soft circles against my temples. With each gentle kiss and every caress, he heals my damaged soul. I lock eyes with his. I love you, he mouths, cracking my heart wide open. Tears clog my throat, but this time I don't fight to hold them back.
“Why the tears?” His eyes are soft and curiously inviting as he swipes away my tears. “You should be smiling, baby.”
“These are happy tears,” I hiccup, lifting to graze my mouth against his. “I’m just…I just…” There are so many things I want to tell him, like how complete I feel and how it’s never been like that with anyone ever before. I want to tell him that somehow every negative feeling I had has completely dissipated, and in its place is this overwhelming amount of love that I can’t seem to put into words.
“I love you…so much," I say slowly, enunciating every word.