Chapter 24 Caroline #2
“Like I love you,” I reply, making a reach for his steely hard cock.
He shakes his head softly, but the smile on his face tells me he’s not telling me not to touch, he’s telling me he doesn’t believe we love each other equally.
“It’s going to fit,” I remark when I wrap my hand around it and my fingers don’t meet.
“We’ve had this conversation before, but I want to ask now that it’s going in there.
Preliminary reassurance,” I say. “Don’t get me wrong, I want it inside me more than anything else, I’m just talking logistics right now. ”
He joins me on the bed, on his knees in front of me. I rise up to meet him. One naked body pressed against the other. Heart-to-heart.
I slide my hand up and down the large shaft, and he reaches between my legs once more. This time, he doesn’t rub my clit, he spreads the entrance open with his pointer and ring finger and slides his middle finger inside me.
His eyes flare open. I see the surprise. “It’s going to be a tight fit,” he admits, clearing his throat. He moves his finger inside of me, and my eyes actually roll back in my head.
“Oh my god,” I moan. “What is that?” I lean my head against his chest.
“Eyes up, Sunny,” he orders. “I want to try something.” As he speaks, he keeps moving his finger in that come hither tempo that is seriously boggling my mind and turning my legs to jelly.
I open my eyes. “Try it. Try anything,” I breathe. “Please. It feels so good.”
I’ve forgotten his dick in my hand for the moment, and at the gentle surge in my hand, I work it a little more.
He closes his eyes with pleasure. “Stop for a second. I need you to focus,” he says. “Better yet, I need to focus.” I refuse not to touch it, but I stop pumping my fist.
He stops moving his finger and presses the same spot hard.
There’s no way I can keep my eyes open. The pleasure is seated too deep.
When I open them, he’s smiling. “I got two in,” he says, biting his lip.
“One more, and you might not tear when I fuck you.” He swallows and runs his lips and nose against my neck.
The full sensation is fucking brilliant.
“I want you to enjoy this. I should have been fingering you the whole time. I feel like an idiot.”
He licks my neck, and I forget to breathe. “There’s nothing you can do that will hurt me right now, Tahoe. Absolutely nothing. Your touch only makes me feel good.”
I spread my knees apart a little further to give him better access, and I feel it more—his fingers slip deeper. Tahoe starts moving his fingers again in that same rhythmic motion, and I toss my head back.
“Lay down,” Tahoe says. He takes my body weight in one arm and lowers me like I’m a feather until I’m resting on the mattress.
His skill is top-notch because his working hand is still making me feel lightheaded—turning everything I thought I knew about an orgasm on its head.
He kisses me, his lips a whisper touch against my neck.
My ear. My mouth. With both of my hands free, I let my fingers roam his body.
The contour of his hips where his sculpted ass starts has mostly been hidden from view unless I was giving him a blow job.
The warmth of his body on the inside of my thighs is another new sensation.
“I think I’m going to come,” I say, arching my back so my breasts press against his chest.
He stops moving. “No, don’t. Not yet. You’re feeling good?” he asks, eyes vivid and assessing.
I groan. “Look at me, do I look like I’m feeling good?” He lets his gaze wander over my body—my hardened nipples, my hips working his fingers, and my flushed, excited physique.
He scoots forward and removes his fingers in a slow, deliberate move that has me feeling cold and empty. I hiss out a frustrated breath. “That doesn’t feel good.”
“It will soon,” he replies. “I hope,” he adds in a lower voice. His hand shakes a bit as he lines up his throbbing shaft to where it’s never been before. He swallows hard as he watches his body and mine.
His gaze flicks up to meet mine, and there aren’t any words left to say.
I feel the head as he pushes it in. While it’s bigger than his fingers, I’m so wet and ready to receive him, it makes me delirious with lust. Here’s this big, beautiful man trying to be careful with me.
Because he loves me. Tahoe is watching my face for any sign of discomfort. “I’m okay. Give me more,” I say.
He hisses out a breath. “You have no idea how badly I want to give you all of it right now, Caroline.” His words are a feral growl, and they send a shockwave to my core. The very place that needs the pep talk. “Can you raise your hips? You’re so fucking tight. So tight.”
I raise my hips a touch, and I realize why he asked. It slides his cock in a bit more at the same angle, so it’s less jarring. I back my hips to bed and rock into him again, going a little further this time.
“I feel so full,” I admit, moaning when it rubs just the right way. He takes this as his cue to work my clit as I try out my new superpower.
He sighs, “I’m not even half in yet, Sunny. Your game is fun, but can I give it a go now?”
I moan when he flicks my clit with his thumb back and forth. “Yes,” I reply. “Fuck me, Tyler Holiday, and never stop.”
He leans in and kisses my mouth. His body shakes, and he leans back up. With one hand on my hip and the other firmly on clit duty, he drives his hips forward. He stops and kisses me again. “Okay?” he rasps, putting both hands beside my head to hold himself up.
“Half in?” I ask, grimacing a little. “It stings a bit, but it still feels more good than anything else.”
He grins against my lips. “That’s as far in as I can go,” he replies, jutting his hips forward to make his point obvious.
“You’re in me,” I exclaim, biting his bottom lip.
He exhales. “I’m all up in you, and it feels better than in my dreams.”
“Make love to me now. That’s the plan.”
He withdraws his dick and pushes forward again. I make a loud noise, and he stops short. “Did I hurt you?”
With both hands, I grab his ass. “Yes, by stopping. Don’t stop. Keep filling me,” I command. “If you want to please your wife.”
He does exactly that. He keeps kissing my lips and listening to every moan and sigh I make, but he’s moving against me, with me, inside of me, all over me.
We’re connected at the basest level, and every time he thrusts deep, I can’t control my screams. It’s his name.
Or something that makes zero sense, or it’s prayers that it never stops, that every moment feels just like this.
His lips taste like me mixed with our wedding cake, and while our bodies find their perfect harmonies together in this new act, it still feels familiar. Right.
Tahoe’s neck tightens. “I’m going to come,” he says. “Should I slow down?” I love that he’s controlling this, trying to let me have the best experience possible. His pumps grow deeper and slower as he waits for me to reply.
“Like that,” I say. “Slow and deep.”
He nods, and I can see the resolve in his eyes right before I shut mine to lose myself to the building orgasm. “Fuck me. Just like that,” I say. “It’s hitting the spot,” I tell him, louder than I intended.
“When you talk like that it makes me come quicker,” he says, taking my earlobe in between his teeth. He pumps deliberately now that he knows I’m almost there. “Come,” he says, his breath tickling my ear. “Come now.”
My body tightens, and then I come, right on cue. The waves of pleasure concentrated where our bodies are connected. It’s not a blip of an orgasm, it’s a massive, world-shaking orgasm. I hold him to my chest and relish this new connection, this new way of expressing just how much we love each other.
“I need to come, Sunny,” he says, reminding me with a gentle nudge. “Where do you want it?”
I remember how he told me he’s never come inside a woman. It’s something he told me when we were painting the hangar. To think, I was shocked by that tidbit back then, and now I’m about to beg him to leak as deep inside me as he can.
“Inside me,” I say.
He closes his eyes on a satisfied smile and begins a comfortable, scorching pace again.
It doesn’t take long now that he’s concentrating.
He tucks his head into the crook of my neck, and his body goes rigid.
I’m amazed to feel him flex with each hot burst inside me.
It goes on and on for longer than it ever has when I’ve given him blow jobs.
We stay connected, him inside me, while we both catch our breath. It happened. I can’t even begin to process how good it feels. What a different sensation it is to have his big, stunning cock in my body. “I’m going to pull out now and it might hurt a bit. Ready?”
“I’m not made of glass, Holiday.”
He smiles a knowing smile and slides out of me in one swoop. “Ow,” I say, automatically grabbing my vagina with a cupped hand.
He leans up on his knees and looks down at me.
“I told you,” he chastens. “How was it? Are you scared of me now?” He takes his dick in his hand and shakes it a couple of times.
“Was it what you hoped it would be? That’s a lot of pressure.
I thought I was going to blow my load the second I got all the way in there. ”
I let my fingers glide over the tender, wet skin as he watches. “I’m surveying the damage to see if there’s any possible way we can do it again right now. I’m glad you held out. It felt so good. I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on that. I feel empty now.”
“We have the rest of our lives to play fill the hole. I want to make sure you’re not going to walk funny tomorrow.”
“You came in me,” I remark, grinning. “You’ve never done that before.”
“It’s a day of firsts, isn’t it?” he replies. “It felt so good coming inside your tight body. I’m getting hard again just thinking about it.” He does too, his dick growing back to full tilt right before my eyes. “That, I want to do every single day.”
Instead of focusing on the sensitive skin, I rub my clit instead. Tahoe watches, stroking himself as he does. “This marks the best day of my life,” he says, eyes lowered in a mask of lust. “One I don’t want to end. I want to keep it forever.”
“It doesn’t have to end,” I reply. “We’re defining everything from now on. Today doesn’t end. Let’s repeat this every single day for the rest of our lives.”
He grins. “Every single day?” I nod. Tahoe lies next to me on the bed, his hand still on his dick, my slickness still coating him, making his hand slide easily.
“That thing you did before. On my abs,” he says, slanting his gaze my way.
“Except on this, instead.” Pushing down until it’s standing straight in the air, he sighs.
“If you’re up for it, that is. Basically I want to replay every time we ever messed around, except ending it with me inside you. ”
“You’re up for it. So am I,” I coo, slinging my leg over his wide hips. I take over and have to lean to one side to position him where I think he’s supposed to be. From this angle, actually seeing it, the size looks harrowing. “Tell me if I’m doing it wrong,” I say, meeting his eyes.
He shakes his head. “You can’t do this wrong. If it’s in you, it will always be right. Always.”
I sit down and to the side and suck in a sharp breath when his head opens me wide. “Right. That’s right. That’s right,” he hisses. “Nothing has ever been more right. Keep going,” he urges.
He closes his eyes and wets his bottom lip. His chest and stomach are rippled to perfection, and it seems every muscle in his body is textbook perfect. Looking at him, piece by piece, underneath me, gives me a power I didn’t know I had. He’s mine.
I sit down further and feel a throbbing jerk deep inside me.
I lean over and put my hands on his sculpted midsection and ride him up and down.
This feels like a different pleasure, another angle that rubs me just the right way, and I can’t escape the moans of pleasure I know are coming.
My clit slides against him, and his huge girth brushes me.
When I meet his gaze, he gives me a lopsided grin. “Every day, yeah?”
“Oh, fuck yes, every day,” I cry out.
“Say fuck again,” he says, narrowing his candlelit eyes.
Riding him, I crawl forward until my lips are balancing just above his. “Fuck me,” I tease, my mouth barely brushing his. “I never was good at being your girlfriend,” I breathe, grinding on him in a slow tempo.
He catches my bottom lip between his teeth and pulls. “Because you were always meant to be my wife.”
He said the word. I kiss him hard, and his hands slide from the sides of my face down my body to land on my hips. He guides me to our orgasms, the waves tearing through us at the same exact time.
I lay on top of his chest, listening to his heartbeat for what feels like forever. Though I know it can’t possibly be that long because forever is what you ask for, and right now is all you’re promised.
For us, our love was destined, a mark in time that came hurtling toward us without our consent. Found and lost. Love and loss. Promises and lies. Floating and falling. Forever and never.
Defined simply: happily ever after.