Chapter 23
Chapter Twenty-Three
Delaney
"Ride me, sweetheart," Tyler rasps beneath me, his hands gripping my hips with an urgency that sends shivers down my spine. I shift my weight, adjusting to find that perfect angle, that sweet spot where pleasure builds into something overwhelming.
"God, you feel amazing. I love having you inside me. So thick," I whisper, rolling my hips in a slow circle that makes him groan. His eyes lock with mine, dark with desire in the dawning morning filtering through the curtain of his bedroom.
“Don’t play around, Laney,” Tyler growls, sliding his hands from my breasts down to my waist, his touch feather light.
“Tyler,” I moan, digging my nails into his chest, grinding down on him. “It’s so good.”
“Fuck,” Tyler groans, gripping my hips all the tighter, taking over the slow pace I set for myself.
I gasp as he drives deeper, his hands guiding my movements with a firmness that leaves me breathless. The rhythm changes from slow and sensual to something more primal, more desperate. My nails dig into his chest as I brace myself, matching his pace with a hunger that surprises even me.
"That's it," he growls, his voice rough with need. "Just like that. Fuck, your pussy is like a damn vise squeezing me."
"Yes," I breathe, my head falling back as sensation overwhelms me.
"I want your eyes, sweetheart."
I refocus my eyes on his and all that's him, taking in the beads of sweat on his skin, turning him golden, almost otherworldly beneath me. Unable to hold myself up further, I lean forward, capturing his mouth with mine, tasting the salt of his skin as our tongues dance together. His hands slide from my hips up to my hair, rolling us until I’m beneath him, arms hooking my legs up to his shoulders.
The way he rotates his hips, his cock going even deeper, further drawing out the connection between us.
"You're so beautiful like this," he murmurs against my lips before he draws away, his breath hot and ragged. "I love watching you ride me, but there's something about taking you like this that I like just as much."
The compliment sends a fresh wave of desire through me. I hold tight to him as he thrusts deep with each stroke. My body arches off the mattress, seeking more contact, more friction, more of everything he's giving me.
"Don't stop," I whisper, my voice barely audible over our combined breathing.
"I couldn't if I tried," he groans, driving into me with renewed intensity.
The pressure builds at my core, a delicious tension that coils tighter with each thrust. I feel myself getting closer, that familiar sensation of being on the edge of something wonderful.
"Tyler, I'm going to . . ." My words dissolve into a moan as pleasure crashes through me. I dig my fingers into his shoulders, holding on as waves of ecstasy wash over me.
"That's it, sweetheart," he encourages, his pace never faltering. "Let go for me."
My body trembles beneath his, every nerve ending alive with sensation.
Just as my climax begins to wane, Tyler buries himself deep inside me, his own release triggering a second wave of pleasure that leaves me gasping for air.
My body convulses around him, milking every last sensation as we ride out our shared climax together.
Breathing heavily, Tyler collapses over me, mindful of my stomach, and rolls us to our sides. I moan my displeasure at losing the connection with him as he pulls me close. I rest my head against his chest, hearing the hammering pulse beat of his heart. It's nearly in unison with my own.
"That was . . ." I trail off, unable to find adequate words for the way he went about waking me this morning. Never in my life have I woken to a man between my thighs, head buried in my sex.
"Best way to wake up," Tyler finishes, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Think that's how I'll wake you up every morning."
I snuggle closer, inhaling his scent—a mix of sweat, sex, and something uniquely him. My fingers trace lazy patterns on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my palm. "That wouldn't be fair. There should be times when I should have the same opportunity."
"Sweetheart, you can do what you wish with me any time you want. I'm not stopping you. But eating your pussy first thing in the morning, that's all mine."
A shiver courses through my whole body at his words. I had oral in the past. Both giving and receiving, but never has it felt as good as any time he has his mouth on me. Mouth. Fingers. Tongue. Cock. Any part of him drives me wild.
"We should probably get up soon," he murmurs, though making no move to do so. "I've got to get to the barn. Maddox and I have some business in town."
I slowly lift my head off his chest and tilt back to meet his gaze. "You're stopping by the school, right? Turning in the paperwork for Dash to do homeschool?”
Over the weekend, we did some research, and Tyler decided with my agreement to teach Dash, that homeschooling would be beneficial to him. If at a later time, maybe right before high school, he could go back to the school setting, but for now this was for the best, I think.
"Yeah, gonna swing by there on the way back from the arena," he answers, letting out a heavy breath. "What are you and Dash going to do today?"
"I think Dash and I might go to the library in town and pick up a few books. Maybe go to the park for a bit as well." He won't start his homeschool program until after Tyler has him withdrawn, so we have a few days to get everything organized and ready to set up.
"Not really liking the idea of you two being off the ranch without me. They still haven't found Megan yet," he grumbles.
I lift and stare him down. "If you're that uncomfortable with it, we'll stay here, but Tyler, we can't hide away from life."
He sighs, his fingers tracing patterns on my shoulder. "I know you're right. Just promise me you'll keep your phone on you at all times."
"I can do that," I promise, pressing a kiss to his jaw. "Besides, what could happen at the library and park in broad daylight?"
"You never know," he mutters and glances over at the bedside clock. "I need to get moving if I'm going to make it on time to the barn. My morning breakfast ate up a lot of my time." The grin he gives me sends a shiver down my spine. "But it was definitely worth it."
"Most definitely," I agree. It's on the tip of my tongue to tell him how I feel, but I swallow it down. It's far too early in our relationship for those three little words. Honestly, I find actions speak way louder than words.
Tyler slips out of bed, and I follow suit, heading for the bathroom while he dresses for the day. I thought he might go straight for the shower to clean up after our morning activity, but he doesn't.
I close the door behind me and turn the shower on. Today is the start of our new normal. Well, the normal for the next however many months.