Chapter 39 #2
Tyler’s eyes darken and swim with heat, and then he tilts his hips forward, pushing inside me slowly.
Pulling back and pushing in again. And again.
Slowly. So, so slowly I’m practically wild with need.
His arms tremble with the force of his restraint, and when a bead of sweat slides down his temple, I lift up to lick it off, whispering, “Please show me, Tyler,” into his ear.
The sexiest whimper I’ve ever heard falls from Tyler’s lips as he pushes into me with so much force it steals my breath, pleasure coiling tight in my belly as he bottoms out inside me.
“Fuck, baby,” he bites out, pulling back and pushing forward again, groaning a second time when I lift my hips to meet his thrust with one of my own.
“You feel incredible all wrapped around me. So warm and wet and tight and god, I love you. I fucking love you, and I love fucking you, and you are fucking everything.”
Words spill out of Tyler’s mouth as the tempo of his hips speeds up until he’s fucking me in the most perfect rhythm, our bodies moving together, hearts beating together as if we’re one, made exactly for this moment and for each other.
Tyler drops his mouth to mine as we move, our lips crashing together in a wet, messy tangle, breaths and moans mingling as a needy ache of pleasure builds in my core.
Tyler fucks me like he was born to do exactly this, hips snapping into mine, body rolling in a way that hits my clit with every thrust, my pleasure winding higher and higher until I’m positive I’m not going to survive the fall.
“I can feel it,” Tyler grits out, his lips close to my ear, tongue flicking that spot that makes me gasp. “I can feel you about to come around me. Perfect cunt taking me so fucking well,” he mutters. “I could live between these legs.”
His words push me closer to the edge and god, he’s everywhere.
His fingers laced with mine and his lips covering every inch of bare skin he can reach.
His free hand roams my body as he drives into me in a mind-meltingly perfect rhythm.
And when he slides that arm underneath me, holding me firmly against his thrusts, I tremble and pant, my body screaming for release.
“It’s so good,” I manage, practically out of my mind with need. “It’s never been like this.”
“It’s good because it’s you and me, Sophie, and it will always be like this,” Tyler rasps, holding me tighter against him.
“Every. Single. Time. Now come for me, baby. Please,” he begs, his eyes boring into mine.
He angles his hips, hitting a spot inside me I didn’t know existed, and it sends me straight off a cliff.
The orgasm is terrifying in its intensity, my entire body shaking as I fight to keep my eyes open and locked on Tyler’s.
I barrel through the haze of pleasure, anchored to earth only by the reverent look in his dark eyes as he watches me, the tightness of his jaw and the sweat on his brow as he holds tightly to his control.
“Again,” he orders, pulling out of me suddenly and flipping me over, yanking me up to my hands and knees, my ass in the air, covering my body with his.
His chest presses to my back, hot skin to hot skin, one arm snaking below me to wrap around my middle.
“You are so beautiful when you come for me,” he murmurs, trailing a line of kisses over my shoulders and rocking his hips forward, his cock sliding through my slit and our moans mingling.
“I want to see it again, and this time, I want you to take me with you.”
Without warning, he pulls back, and in a single breath, he fills me completely.
“Oh my god,” I cry out, my fingers twisting into the comforter as his hips grind against my ass, his cock dragging over my inner walls. I arch my back against the onslaught of pleasure, and Tyler hisses out a breath, his lips latching onto my shoulder and sucking hard.
“Motherfucker,” he grits out, pausing for a beat before he starts to move, his hips slapping the back of my legs and his arm locked around my middle as he takes me in rough thrusts.
“You feel so fucking good, baby. Like you were made for me. I’ll never get enough of this.
Of you. Of us together, like this and in every other way.
You.” Thrust. “Are.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Perfect.”
The second the last word leaves his lips, Tyler hauls me up so we’re both kneeling on the bed.
The hand splayed around my middle slides up until he collars my throat, his other hand dropping down to where we’re joined.
“Perfect,” he mutters again, sliding his nose up the column of my neck and sucking the spot behind my ear as he starts to move again.
“So fucking perfect for me. I never want this to end. I want to stay buried inside you, so deep you can feel me in your fucking throat. So when I come inside you, you’ll never forget you’re mine. ”
His words are filthy, the sounds of our bodies slapping together obscene, and the whole thing is so outrageously hot I have no idea how I’m still among the living.
Reaching behind me, I wrap my hand around the back of Tyler’s thigh, digging my fingernails into his skin to hold him to me.
And when he covers my hand with his own, his fingers finding the empty spaces between mine, the sweet gesture in the middle of the hottest moment of my entire life sends heat spiraling through me.
“I’ll never forget.” My lips brush his as I speak.
“I couldn’t. We belong to each other now. ”
As Tyler snaps his hips into mine, I slam my mouth to his, our tongues meeting instantly, sliding together in a rhythm that mimics the way our bodies roll together in perfect sync.
A wet, messy clash of teeth and tongues as he fucks me in sharp thrusts that have pleasure arrowing through me, my body climbing towards another peak so fast it makes my head spin.
And I know Tyler is right there with me, his legs trembling and his breaths coming in panting gasps.
“So close,” Tyler mutters against my lips. “I’m so fucking close. Need you with me. Always, always need you with me, Soph.”
The tenderness in his words is a sharp juxtaposition to the way he fucks me like a man possessed, to the intensity that surrounds us as we climb higher in sync.
And when he starts to move his fingers in slow circles around my clit, the pleasure slams into me so suddenly I’m right on the edge before I realize what’s happening.
Not without him.
Reaching my free hand up to lock around Tyler’s neck, I slide the hand on his thigh around to grip his ass, my fingers slowly sliding into his crack.
“Yessss,” he hisses, his mouth latching onto my neck, sucking and biting in a way that has me practically out of my mind, and I’m determined to take him with me.
Tyler keeps up his dizzying pace, shoving his hips back, searching for my fingers, before thrusting back into me, over and over again until pleasure is a tight fist in my belly and I feel like I might explode.
“Suck,” I order, bringing my fingers up to Tyler’s mouth. He takes them immediately, his tongue swirling over the tips, doing exactly as I asked. “Good boy,” I murmur, and his desperate whimper makes me feel like the most glorious, most powerful being on earth.
I am woman indeed.
Dropping my hand to his ass, I slide back into his crease with a firm pressure, pressing and circling in the way I know will send him directly out of his mind. And when I slip a wet finger inside him, pressing down just slightly, he lets out a loud grunt, his entire body shuddering against mine.
“Fuck.” Tyler moans against my neck. “Oh, god, Sophie, fuck.” His tone holds a note of warning as his hips jerk and start to lose their rhythm, and I know he’s past the point of no return.
His hand lifts, coming down in a tight slap over my pussy, and the whole thing is so insanely hot that pleasure careens through me, stars bursting behind my eyes.
“Gonna come,” he grunts deeply, squeezing my throat harder.
“Gonna come so fucking hard. Need you with me.”
Increasing the pressure of his fingers on my clit, Tyler rubs firm circles, thrusting into me one more time, and I’m gone.
My entire body tightens, the pleasure arrowing through me with so much intensity I have to fight to keep myself upright.
Tyler follows, his arm wrapping around my middle to hold me tightly to him as his cock pulses and he spills his release deep inside me.
We stay like that, bodies rolling, hands roving, pressed tightly together as the last licks of pleasure start to fade.
Entirely spent, I slump forward onto the bed and Tyler lands on top of me, his arm still around my middle and his forehead on my shoulder as we float back to earth together.
I feel his heart thundering against my back and his warm skin against mine, and despite the fact that what we just shared was dirty and filthy and absolutely scorching hot, the love that rushes through me as Tyler gathers my hair to one side and presses the sweetest kisses to my shoulder has my eyes burning, tenderness filling every part of me.
Turning my head, I catch sight of the clock, and the time on it makes me grin.
Twelve thirty.
“Happy birthday, Ty.”
Tyler laughs, rolling us both to the side and then turning me in his arms so we’re face to face.
His hair is disheveled from my hands and his cheeks are pink and the smile on his face takes my breath away.
And when he leans in and kisses me, his hand stroking down my face and his leg sliding up to drape over mine, tangling us tightly together, my heart simply soars.
Easing back, he tucks a curl behind my ear, pressing a kiss to my forehead, my cheeks, anywhere he can reach. “This is the happiest birthday of my entire life, because I get to spend it just like this, with you.”