Chapter 38 Tyler
Tyler
We move feverishly toward her bedroom, hyperaware there’s a little boy down the hall that could catch us if we’re not careful. The moment we’re behind her bedroom door, she locks it behind us. She unzips the jacket she has on and throws it to the side.
She pulls my shirt halfway up, then I take over the rest of the way. The moment my chest is exposed to her, I see the hunger in her eyes. The way her eyes take me in, it feels like my skin is on fire.
She bites her lip, trailing her fingertips along the ink that lines my pecs to the tops of my biceps. “These are new.”
“Do you like them?” I feel nervous, wondering if this is something she finds attractive.
“Yes.” She continues rubbing her hands along my chest, skimming her hands along my skin and causing my heart rate to soar behind my ribcage.
She inspects each one, the light from the city casting enough inside the room that she’s able to see well.
She stops when she reaches my left rib, where I have a design that’s slightly hidden.
Her breath hitches when she realizes what I’ve had drawn.
The meaning wouldn’t be symbolic to anyone other than her.
When she looks up at me, her expression has softened and I move my thumb to caress her bottom lip.
“I had to keep you close somehow,” I whisper.
“When did you get that done?” Her voice is hoarse, her eyes shifting back to inspect the colorful art on my skin.
The pink hollyhock flower is mixed in with all the other tattoos, but it’s still distinctive.
I made sure it stood out amongst the floral artwork on my body.
It’s the official flower of Boulder City, in connection to the Hoover Dam.
As it became our favorite meet-up spot, we grew acquainted with the location and everything the tourist location had to offer.
Indiana was well-acquainted with the flower, knowing so much about the dam and the history behind it.
She moves her hand along that spot down my ribs, while I trail my fingers along her cheek, admiring her beauty. I’m not taking this second chance for granted, this time to love her openly.
I move my fingers up and into her hair, admiring how it falls above her shoulders. Her eyes close as I move my hands through her strands.
I bend down and bring my lips to her ear. “Indy, I think you have too many clothes on. Plus, it’s been six years without touching you. I need to make up for lost time.” I nibble on her earlobe and she shivers. I love how reactive she is.
I move my hands down her shirt, and once I get to the hem, I graze her abdomen. She moans and the air around us shifts. Her breathing accelerates and I know these little touches are driving her as insane as they’re sending me close to the edge.
“How fucking wet are you?” I whisper into her ear.
“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see,” she teases, her smile matching her tone.
I pull her shirt up over her head to reveal a black satin bra. I move my hands over it, cupping and squeezing her breasts in my palms. That’s when I feel something under the padding, causing me to furrow my brows. My curiosity gets the best of me.
Luckily the clasp is in the front, so I rush to undo it, and once her breasts are freed, my suspicions are confirmed. Both her nipples are pierced.
“Fuck, Indy. When did you get these done?” I keep kneading her exposed breasts, my thumb moving across the piercings. They’re fantastic.
“A few years ago. I read about it in a book and I was curious.” She pushes her chest into my touch. “Mmm, that feels…” She continues moving until her body hits the edge of the bed and she throws herself onto it.
Her tits bounce and I stand there as she lies bare, her upper body exposed to me—those horizontal, metal piercings glinting in the light shining in from window.
I prowl toward her and I see her breaths quicken. I start kissing up her abdomen, ascending and keeping my eyes on her. Every inch closer to those mounds where I want to suck each nipple into my mouth.
I pull away from her skin and whisper, “You’re so fucking beautiful.” Then I bring my lips back to her warm flesh and trail kisses up her body again.
I jut my tongue out to her left nipple, enticing a moan from her, while she pushes her chest against my face.
I have no doubt she’s sensitive as fuck.
I follow up with a slight nibble, then bring my lips to the opposite breast. I give it the same attention.
She’s writhing, gyrating her hips, needing some release.
“Ty, please, I need more,” she begs.
“I know. Patience, Indy.”
“I’ve been patient.” She reaches out and tugs on my hair. The sensation turns me on more.
I sit up slightly, giving her a smirk. I hook my fingers into her pants, pulling her panties down along with them. I toss them aside, and look at the glistening pussy in front of me. I nearly groan as I push her knees apart. I’m going to take my time with her.
“You’re still my wife and this pussy is mine,” I tell her. She’s fucking dripping.
She brings her hands up her stomach and to her breasts, tugging on her nipple piercings. I nearly come at the gesture.
Without warning, I bring my mouth to her center and drag my tongue through her folds. She knows she has to keep her volume down, so she quickly covers her mouth and tampers her moan. But her pelvis shoots off the bed, and I use my arm to push it back down.
Bringing my tongue out again, I start lavishing her. Fuck, she tastes fucking divine.
Her eyes are hooded, and she lifts her head and looks down at me. I can see she’s even more turned on watching me eat her out.
“You taste so fucking good.” I bring my mouth back to her center, I suck hard on her clit and she struggles to keep her body down.
I give her a devilish smile.
Adding a finger, I watch her writhe beneath my touch. She starts moving to match my rhythm, trying to chase that orgasm.
Her breath starts to quicken and I know she’s close. I close my mouth over her clit and suck, pumping my finger in and out of her at a steady rhythm and soon she’s coming, her thighs constricting the sides of my face.
Once she comes off her high, I pull away, looking up at her and seeing she’s panting. I start to kiss the sides of her thighs and then trail kisses up her abdomen, moving along her chest. Soon, I bring my lips to meet hers, our tongues intertwining.
My cock is begging to be freed from behind my zipper. This was about her, so I will not be overzealous right now without her initiating anything.
She pulls away. “Why are your pants still on, Ty?”
She moves her hands down to my jeans, rubbing my raging hard-on over the fabric.
“I didn’t want to assume. This was about you,” I admit.
“That’s cute.” She gives me a smile. “Now enough of that boy-next-door-that-we-both-know-you-aren’t business and get naked.”
I can’t help the laugh that escapes. “When did you get to be this way?”
“What way?” she says, helping me unbutton my pants. It’s hard to reconcile the girl that once played by the rules, with who is sitting in front of me with nipple piercings and barking orders at me.
“All… demanding,” I admit.
“Well, I play by my own rules now,” she says confidently.
“I guess you do. So, what do you want to do, boss?” I ask, letting my pants fall, but not before grabbing a foil packet. I toss it on the bed. My boxers are the only thing left.
She grabs my underwear and pulls them down halfway before I take over to remove the rest of my clothing.
“I want you to lie on my bed and let me ride you.” This woman who’s taking control is fucking sexy as hell.
I do as I’m told. I grab the foil packet and sheath myself. I lay back with my hands behind my head, ready to watch her ride me and take charge. Tonight is about her showing me what she wants.
She hovers over my length and I automatically bring my hands onto her hips and squeeze. As she slides her pussy along my length and moans quietly, my muscles constrict. I squeeze her hips, my cock reacting to the way she’s teasing me.
I see the smile that spreads across her face. “Next time I’ll have you on your knees, watching you take me in that mouth of yours,” I tell her, my voice gravelly.
She hums as she continues to move her folds along my cock, back and forth, enjoying the feeling of me between.
She then bends to bring her tongue along my neck, nibbling, then whispering into my ear, “The only thing you’re allowed to shatter is my fear of you leaving us.
Because I won’t live through that heartache again, Tyler. You’re mine now.”
There’s conviction in her voice. She pulls her face away, enough that our eyes meet. “Mine, forever, Indy. I’ll never hurt you again. I promise.”
She must sense my certainty.
She sits up and without any more words she lines herself up to me and slides her warmth down onto me. It’s bliss. There’s no other word for it.
The minute she’s fully seated, she drops her head back, arching her spine, and sighing. I bring one hand from the column of her throat down her sternum. Then I bring that hand to one of her breasts, teasing one of the piercings.
She starts to slowly move, grinding her hips, sparking a moan out of me. Fuck, she feels so good. The way her tightness was made for me, I was an idiot to walk away years ago. I have no idea how I lived this long without her
I move my hand further south, bringing my thumb to her clit. She moans, the sound bouncing off the walls.
“Indy—not too loud, baby.” I look up at her.
Her half-hooded eyes blink, but she’s lost in this feeling. She keeps her hips gyrating, speeding up, chasing that high that feels too good. My cock is loving the way her pussy is clenching me as she seeks that orgasm.
She repositions, bringing her hands onto my chest, the angle hitting her G-spot differently, her clit rubbing against my pubic bone. I pull her kiss-swollen lips to mine, swallowing her moan. This angle allows me to piston into her with more fervor and she breaks her lips away from me.
“I’m coming, oh God, I’m coming. Right there.” Burying her face into my neck, she drops her arms, her breathing accelerating as her climax hits her.
I feel her tighten around my cock as she explodes, her body shaking around me. She’s trying to contain the sound the best she can.
Once she’s come down from her orgasm, I take over.
“Get on your hands and knees, Indy.” She’s panting, but moves, allowing me to get a nice view of her ass.
I slide my dick through her sensitive folds a few times, enticing a groan from her. I squeeze an ass cheek, then slap it. “Fuck, you’re so damn hot. The things I’ll do to this body,” I promise her.
She looks back at me and I see the desire in her expression.
Without another word, I line myself up and enter her to the hilt.
She grabs on to the headboard with one hand.
She holds back from being too loud, but moans all the same.
I can’t help the way my body reacts, my head falling back, my eyes closing at the way I feel completely sated when I’m inside her.
I begin moving, the rush of endorphins flooding my system. My body takes over, like a feral animal needing to seek its release.
I keep pumping in and out of her. I feel that tingling feeling trickle down my spine and I wish I could prolong it. I want this last a little longer, letting the euphoria of her warmth wrapped round my dick last forever, but I know I’m going to combust soon.
“Fuck, Indy, I’m going to come,” I say between breaths.
I’m holding on to her hips, my fingers digging into her flesh and I know she’ll see those marks come morning.
Our skin is slapping, the sound, along with our breaths, being the only thing projecting off the walls as we both plummet off that cliff together. I close my eyes as I orgasm, filling the condom with her name on my lips.
It takes what feels like forever to catch my breath. We both fall onto the mattress, sated and dripping with sweat. I’m looking up at the ceiling and my smile feels like the first real one in years.
She nuzzles into my side once we’ve both returned from the bathroom after cleaning ourselves up. I run my fingers through her hair, my heart starting to settle into a calming beat.
“I missed you. I missed us,” I finally admit.
“Took you long enough.” she laughs.
“Yeah, I was an idiot.”
“You were. And I’m not going to pretend what you did wasn’t wrong. But I’m also not going to waste time throwing it in your face. Life’s too short, Ty.” She brings her chin to rest on my chest, her eyes looking directly at me.
“So where do we go from here?” I ask her.
“Forward. No more looking back.” She smiles and I bring her lips to mine.
My world feels like it’s starting to align again and it all begins with this woman right here.
Indiana Ranton is an effortless love—I know I pushed the possibility away years ago, but now I’ll hold on tighter than ever.
She is the calm to any storm, and the beauty in this chaos of life.
I’ll never take her or Noah for granted; this second chance is the gift I’ve been searching for since I returned.