Chapter 2 #2
My pussy aches as I start imagining me and Tyler in bed. I run my soap covered hand down the front of my body and eventually get to my throbbing and swollen clit.
Slowly, I start moving my fingers in small circles, the slickness of the soap adding to the sensations. Goosebumps erupt over my skin when my back touches the cold tiles on the wall behind me. I close my eyes and let my mind wander, losing myself to the sound of the water around me.
The sheets are warm underneath and damp from the light layer of sweat that covers my body. A shudder runs through my body when Tyler’s tongue flicks against the bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs. The warmth from his mouth making my body yearn for more.
My hips raise and he pulls my clit into his mouth in response. While he continues to gently suck, he shoves two fingers inside me, thrusting in cadence with his tongue.
My fingers tangle in his hair and I shamelessly grind my pussy against his face, wordlessly telling him I want more. I need more.
He never gives me more.
Suddenly, he releases me from his mouth and disappointment rushes through me. Before I can adjust myself, he peppers soft kisses up my body. Starting on my inner thigh, and then my hip and up my abdomen.
His lips hover above the space between my breasts, and I squirm underneath him. He takes one of my sensitive, raised nipples into his mouth and palms the other breast while he gently sucks it in. With a quiet pop , he releases me from his mouth and his lips brush against my neck.
The mattress shifts as he raises himself up to look at me. But when I open my eyes, I am not met with the blue eyes I have grown accustomed to over the last year. Instead, I see a set of dark and mysterious eyes gazing down at me, filled with burning desire.
My breath catches. I’m ripped from my fantasy and my hands still.
What the fuck?
I have never fantasized about another man before.
“Honey, I’m home! And I have fooooood”. I jump, reality crashing back in as Tyler’s voice comes from the kitchen.
“J-just a minute!” I call out, my voice higher than I’d like. “I am finishing up in the shower and I will be right out!”
“Ooh… would you like some company?”
“No” I blurt out. I clear my throat. “I mean, uh, I’m just about done babe. Go ahead and get the food ready and I’ll be right there. Don’t want it to get cold.”
I finish rinsing off my body and get out of the shower. Picking out my favorite two-piece pajama set, I walk out the bedroom and down the hall while scrunching my wet hair with my towel.
Tyler is sitting at the kitchen island with our food, already digging into his Pad Thai. I come up behind him and place a kiss on his cheek, my wet hair falling over his shoulder. He leans away and pushes me off of him like I electrocuted him.
“Jesus Christ babe, you’re getting my shirt wet.” He mumbles with his mouth full of food.
I shrink back and slide into the chair beside him. “Sorry.” Whispering into my bowl of curry.
“It’s fine. Just cold and caught me by surprise.” He leans in, his lips grazing my shoulder, and murmurs, “Mmm... you smell so good.”
Heat rises to my face, but not for the reasons he probably thinks right now. Why do I feel like he knows what I was doing in the shower?
All I can think about is how he is going to find out I was fantasizing about a man I don’t even know and going to be upset. The last thing that I need after today is for Tyler to be upset with me and go to bed lonely. Again.
Especially now when things already feel like we’re drifting. He is hardly ever home anymore, and when he is, he’s tense. On edge. Like he’s carrying something and doesn’t want me to know.
My stomach in knots, I finish what I can of the curry. As I am putting my leftovers into the fridge, Tyler grabs my hips from behind and turns me around.
I stumble as he pushes me back and pins me against the fridge with his body. His mouth is over mine in an instant and I lift my arms to wrap them around his neck. This man hasn’t kissed me with such passion in what feels like months.
I’ve missed it. More than I’d like to admit.
I press my lips harder against his and a deep groan comes from his throat. Next thing I know, his hands are underneath my ass and he is picking me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.
He carries me to the bedroom, his lips never leaving mine.
The mattress springs back underneath me as he tosses me onto the bed. It dips again under his weight as he climbs over top of me. Before I can catch my breath, I feel his knee between my legs, his hands already at my pajama shorts dragging them slowly down my legs.
Heat pools low in my stomach as he strips off his shirt, then his pants, freeing his erection.
Thankfully, I am still wet from my shower earlier, making it easier for him to slide in. You would think that after going so long without it, I would be excited to be having sex with Tyler right now. But the thing about him is, he doesn’t care much for foreplay.
And I know that I’m probably not going to finish before he is done, so I’ll inevitably end up in the bathroom to finish myself off..
But still. This is what I’ve been wanting.
So why is it that the entire time he is burying his cock inside of me, my mind keeps wandering to something, or rather someone, else.