Chapter Thirty-Three #3
“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 murmur desperately. 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. 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 gonna make me yours?” I finally ask.
“When you’re ready,” he replies genuinely. “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 for 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 by 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 gripping my ass, allowing me to fully lose myself in the moment, which I do.
Tyler stands and washes my hair. I’m so damn relaxed as he massages my scalp while my body 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, noticing his eyes rolling to 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.
Moments later, his body convulses as he loses himself. I continue pumping him and don’t stop until his orgasm does. Tasting him again is something I’ve dreamed about for so damn long, and something I’ve only ever shared with him.
“You’re delicious,” I say, and I can see his pulse still racing in his neck when I stand and meet his eyes.
Tyler leans his forehead against mine. “You’re mine, Gemma. You understand that, right? I was stupid to ever let you go.”
“I won’t argue with any of that.” I beam, our mouths crashing together in a white-hot kiss. Though our bodies are clean, our actions were dirty and hot. I’m living for every moment I get to spend with him like this.
We step out of the shower, and Tyler takes his time drying me. It’s sensual and sweet, and my heart is full of adoration for this man. It seems like it’s too good to be true, and I keep waiting to wake up and find out it was a dream.
“Let’s order a pizza and snuggle on the couch,” I suggest, just wanting to be as close to him as I possibly can. “Or we could have sex until the sun rises.”
Tyler pulls me closer, tracing his lips with mine. “I don’t wanna rush things with you, Gemma. I’ve waited all this time to be with you, and I want it to last forever.”
My cheeks heat at his admission. “Same,” I whisper.
He paints my lips with his, and I don’t want the night to end. “I’m not letting you go this time, Gem. Now, let’s order that pizza.”