Needing You Close (Ex-Con Duet 2)

His eyebrow pops up. “Perfect. Maybe you’ll join me then?”

“Maybe,” I purr, grabbing my flowers. “I am a dirty girl.”

“Hot damn, baby. Keep talking like that and …” He pushes back. “Just mmm.” Tyler kisses me one last time before we lock the shop and leave. On the way to the cottage, I’m all smiles as we chat about the weather and how oddly happy my dad’s been acting.

“You think Jerry’s dating someone?” Tyler asks, and it makes me giggle.

“He doesn’t date.” I shrug. “Maybe it’s just all the fall vibes putting a pep in his step or something. It’s his favorite season too.”

“Could be.” Tyler chuckles. We park and make our way to the cottage, and we can’t seem to keep our mouths and hands off each other.

“I need that shower now,” he whispers against my lips as I unbutton his shirt. “You coming with me?” His eyebrow arches.

“Yes,” I desperately mummer. Tyler grabs my hand and leads me down the hallway. When we’re in the bathroom, he devours my lips.

When we come up for air, I light some candles I keep on the counter for when I take bubble baths, then flip the switch. “Just creating a little ambience,” I whisper as Tyler undresses me.

He peels off my blouse and skirt as his lips trace my collarbone. I’m nearly breathless, my breasts rising and falling as he nibbles on my neck and ears. With my eyes closed, I unbutton his pants and slip down his boxer shorts, then grab his hard length. He lets out a deep groan when I stroke him.

“Gemma,” he growls, his head rolling back on his shoulders. “Fuck.”

We finish undressing each other until we’re naked. It’s the first time we’ve been without clothes together in over a decade. Tyler studies every inch of me and grins.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he mutters as my lips crash against his.

“How about that shower now?” I ask, knowing if we don’t get in now, we might not.

“Good idea.” He chuckles, reaching over and turning on the water. Tyler steps in and holds his hand out for me. The water is warm and falls over my skin as Tyler grabs the soap and washes me. His hands feel so fucking good as they caress every inch of me. I’m nearly panting by the time I’m clean. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him.

“When are you going to make me yours?” I finally ask.

“When you’re ready,” he genuinely replies. “I don’t want you to rush into a relationship, considering what you’ve been through.”

I wrap my arms around his neck. “I’ve been waiting for you since the day you left, Tyler. I’m ready.”

He plucks my lip into his mouth, then kisses down my body. Flicking my nipple with his tongue, Tyler moves lower until he’s on his knees. Carefully, he loops my leg over his shoulder, then devours me whole.

“Oh.” I let out a ragged cry as his tongue flicks my clit. “Tyler, yes.”

One finger slides inside me, then a second. It won’t take long before I lose myself with him, not with how much I’ve wanted him the past few weeks. I was his for the taking from the moment we entered the cottage. Tyler takes his time, making sure to properly please me, adding just enough pressure with his mouth. The orgasm builds quicker than I ever expected, and I try to steady myself by grabbing him so I don’t bust my ass.

“Mmm,” he moans against my pussy, keeping his pace as the release rushes through me. The groan that comes from his throat is guttural as I ride the wave. He steadies me by my ass, allowing me to fully lose myself in the moment, which I do.

Tyler pulls away and stands, then adds shampoo to his palm and washes my hair. I’m so damn relaxed as he massages my scalp while my body fully recovers. Once he adds the conditioner and I rinse, Tyler smiles.

“Hungry?” he asks, and I guess he doesn’t realize we’re not done here yet.

I fall to my knees, wanting to show him the same pleasure he’s given me. “Gemma,” he warns. “You don’t…” His words trail off as soon as I place him in my mouth.

I look up at him, noticing his eyes rolling the back of his head as I try to give him the best blow job of his life. Not wanting to rush, I trail my tongue down his shaft and around his tip before I stroke him a few times. He’s long and hard, and his girth nearly fills my mouth as I take most of him in.

“Fuck. That feels amazing.” He places his hand against the wall as I pick up my pace. I want him to understand how much I love pleasuring him. As his body tenses, I slow to a snail’s pace, teasing the fuck out of him. His pants tell me everything I need to know, and he warns me before he comes. Grabbing his ass, I shove his cock to the back of my throat, wanting to swallow him down.