Chapter 46
FORTY-SIX
Ty
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His lips crash into mine and my body ignites. He kicks the door shut behind him and pushes me backward and down onto the bed. I peel his shirt off, and my eyes catch the hint of dark ink from a small tattoo on his chest that I don’t remember seeing before.
“What’s this?” I ask, reaching to run my fingers over the ink. He grabs my wrist and stops me.
“Later,” he says, kissing me again.
I toss his shirt to the floor, the rest of our clothes following closely behind. His hands and mouth move over my body exactly where I need him, like he memorized everything I reacted to the last time we did this.
In the heat of the moment, we hadn’t bothered to turn any of the lights on, and with the blackout curtains drawn nearly all the way, it’s darker than I would like.
Even though I am dying to see his body again, as he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, I’m suddenly very aware of how not being able to see clearly has heightened my other senses.
I moan, and he answers with one of his own.
“Fuck Tyler,” he says, kissing his way down my stomach. “I missed you so goddamn much.” He grips my thighs and pulls my legs apart, kissing his way from my knee to the inside of my thigh before skipping where I crave his mouth the most and moving to the other side.
With the six months’ worth of sexual tension between us finally snapping, I can’t believe the restraint this man has. He takes his time, savoring every inch of my skin, his mouth and hands mapping trails along my body as if he were painting a masterpiece.
“You say you miss me, yet you sure are taking your time,” I say, groaning as he kisses my neck and traces my jawline lightly with his nose.
“Always in such a hurry,” he tisks against my ear, smiling against my skin as I writhe under him, desperate for more. Desperate for him.
He trails kisses down my throat before pulling up to look me in the eyes as his fingers slide up my inner thigh and finally circle my clit with a featherlight touch.
My eyes flutter closed as I moan and throw my head back into the pillow. He increases the pressure as his middle finger circles my clit once, then decreases the pressure as he makes the next pass. Again. And again. And again before I’m cursing him under my breath.
He laughs—a rich, sensual sound from deep in his throat as he slides two fingers inside me and presses his thumb against my clit, capturing my gasp with his mouth.
“Fuck, I love how wet you get for me,” he says, pulling his mouth from mine. “Curse me all you want, Sunshine, but you love being at my mercy. Your body doesn’t lie.”
His fingers move and curl inside me as his thumb circles against my clit and I close my eyes, losing myself in the sensation.
His mouth catches a few moans before he turns his attention to my breasts, sucking a nipple into his mouth and biting down as he presses his thumb against my clit.
I hiss at him, and he laughs as he swirls the sting away with his tongue before moving to the other side.
“Fuck, Eric,” I pant. “I’m so close.”
“Good,” he says. “I’ve been dying to watch you come again.
” He quickens his pace everywhere at once, and I suck in a sharp breath, arching my back off the mattress as my orgasm builds low in my core.
“Although,” he says, sitting up and removing himself from my body so quickly, I’m momentarily stunned.
“Lucky for you, I’m a very patient man.”
He silences my answering groan with a kiss before he backs off the bed, grabbing me by the waist and hauling me to the edge of the mattress. I prop myself up onto my elbows as I watch him kneel and run his hands up the inside of my thighs.
“So, we’re going to take this nice and slow, baby,” he says, grinning up at me from between my thighs.
He slides his hands to my hips, pressing down and holding me in place while he feasts on me. I fight his grip, aching to move my hips against him, but he doesn’t let up, leaving me completely at his mercy.
And he’s right.
I fucking love it.
Just like I’d remembered, Eric is a master with his tongue—devouring me like he’s a man starved—and I can already feel my orgasm building.
I try my best not to react, to trick him into thinking I’m farther away than I am, but somehow, he knows right when I’m about to come and he pulls away.
I groan in frustration, and he laughs again as he crawls back onto the bed and over me, placing a hand on either side of my head and grinning down at me.
Does he think he’s going to edge me all night?
I think the fuck not.
Wrapping my arms around his torso, I twist and flip us over. His eyes go wide, the whites around his irises standing out against the darkness of the room as I straddle him. His hands reach for me, but I grab his wrists and pin his arms above his head, my face hovering just above his.
I lean down farther, press my lips against his ear, and whisper, “I seem to remember you enjoy being at my mercy, too, Your Majesty.”
He growls and tries to pull his hands free, but I press my weight harder onto his wrists. He’s bigger and much stronger than I am, and I know that he could easily pull himself free if he wanted to, but I remember what he likes, too, and I know he doesn’t want to pull himself free.
“Look at you, being so good for me,” I purr, my lips lightly grazing the shell of his ear before I pull his earlobe into my mouth and bite down. He moans as I pull back and look down at him. I feel the goosebumps pebble his skin under my hands, and I know I have his full attention.
I shift my weight and pin both his wrists under one hand while I move my other hand slowly down his side, feeling the muscles contracting under the light brushing of my fingers across his skin.
When I get to his waist, I reach behind me and take his cock in my hand, stroking it slowly once, watching him squirm beneath me.
I stroke him again, slower this time, circling my thumb over the sensitive tip. Swirling the bead of precum gathered at the top and smiling as he twitches in my hand and his hips buck off the mattress.
“Shit, Tyler,” he hisses. He tries to lean up and kiss me, but just as his lips graze mine, I pull up and out of his reach. He groans, throwing his head back onto the pillow, his eyes fluttering closed as I circle his tip with my thumb again.
I move my hand down his length once more before I shift my hips back and position him at my entrance. His eyes fly open and lock with mine.
“Tyler,” he growls.
“Were you lying about not being with anyone since you were with me?” I ask, sliding the tip of him through my soaking core.
“Fuck no,” he says, his hips jerking under me as I slide him against me again. “It’s only been you, Tyler.”
“Good,” I say, and I sink down, taking all of him in one downward thrust.
“Christ,” he hisses through gritted teeth.
I moan and rock my hips against him, reveling in the feeling of his perfect cock buried deep and bare inside me. Fuck I missed this—missed him—more than I realized.
“Stop,” he says. I release his hands, and they go straight for my hips, holding me still. “Shit, I need a second. I’ve—” he throws his head back into the pillow and laughs. “I’ve never done this without a condom.”
“I—haven’t either,” I say, the realization of what’s happening hitting me all at once. “Do you want to st—”
“Tyler,” he growls, lifting his head off the mattress and looking into my eyes. “Do not even think about finishing that sentence.”
“I’m on the pill,” I say, and he nods, understanding what I’m saying without even saying it. Giving him permission to do exactly what I asked him to do—take me. Claim me. Make me his.
I sit up and run my hands through my hair, tossing it over my shoulders and letting it fall down my back. His fingers dig into my hips as I rock against him again, and when he doesn’t stop me, I start to move, setting the pace I want.
He runs the backs of his fingers lightly up and down my sides a few times before bringing them forward and cupping my breasts. I moan, tipping my head back as he strokes both of my nipples with his thumbs, circling the hard peaks in time with the motion of my hips.
I can feel my orgasm building and when he props himself up on his elbows and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, I come so hard I’m pretty sure I black out.
I fall forward, resting my hands on his chest and his hips take over, keeping the pace I’d set as I ride through the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.
“Oh, fuck, Ty,” he groans. “I’m going to—”
I lift completely off him, and he growls in frustration, wrapping an arm around my waist and flipping me down onto the mattress, kissing me like he’s never kissed me before. I moan into his mouth, and he answers with one of his own, our tongues tasting each other like we can’t get enough.
“My queen,” he whispers against my skin, kissing my neck before propping himself up on his hands and looking down at me.
I gasp when he slides back into me, my body still hypersensitive from my last orgasm. He wastes no time setting a brutally fast pace, and I have to reach my hands behind me and press them against the headboard to keep from knocking into it.
“Say it again,” he says, slowing his pace and leaning down to kiss my neck.
“I’m yours,” I say, surprised I’m still able to form words as he runs his nose from my chin, along my jawline, and to my ear.
“You’re mine,” he says, his hot breath on my ear covering my skin with goosebumps.
“Yes,” I breathe, already dangerously close to coming again.
He leans back, grabbing me by the hips and lifting me off the mattress as he pounds into me.
The time for patience and teasing has passed.
There’s nothing left but raw, uncontrolled need.
He leaves one hand on my hip and moves the other between where our bodies are connected, circling my clit with his fingers.
My entire body jolts involuntarily at the contact, and within seconds, I’m coming so hard my soul leaves my body.
“Shit, Tyler,” he hisses. “I’m close. I—fuck,” he growls, gripping my hips harder as his thrusts become more erratic and he spills into me.
We’re still fighting to catch our breath when he leans down, pressing his forehead to mine and kissing me so slowly and so tenderly, tears burn my eyes.
“You’re so perfect,” he says, running the backs of his fingers down my cheek before pulling out of me and kissing me again. “Sometimes I feel like I made you up. Like you aren’t real. Just some figment of my imagination. But…here you are.”
“Here I am,” I say, touching his face. He turns his face into my hand and kisses my palm before rolling onto his side and pulling me to his chest. Wrapping one arm around my waist, holding me to him, and running his other hand up and down my back in soothing strokes, while he whispers sweet words of affirmation into my hair.
As we lay there in the dark, wrapped in each other’s arms, every moment from our first night together is as clear as day in my mind, and I know I didn’t imagine any of it.
The way he touched me, the way he looked at me, the way we fit together like we were made for each other—it was real. This is real.
I smile, kissing his chest as I settle into him.
And I stay.
Like I should have done in the beginning.