“I can stay naked the whole time I’m here. We’ll join a nudist colony and stay naked forever,” I tease.
“No, Jo. I only wanna see you.”
Wiggling free from his arms, I lift my shirt over my head and fling it to the floor. Tyler’s expression goes hungry when I unclasp my bra, and slide down my pants and underwear. Next, I drag his shirt up and over his head, dropping it next to my own clothes. He’s already working his belt buckle and I help him, shoving his pants to the floor before he steps out of them, setting his glasses on his nightstand.
Wetness gathers between my legs when I see his already hard cock, and I need him moving inside of me as quickly as possible. Rising to my toes, I bring my mouth right up to his ear. “Fuck me, Tyler. Please.”
The brazenness of my words seems to ignite a fire inside of him because his mouth is back on mine, moving from my lips, my chin, my neck, all the way to my peaked nipples. I stroke his hardness and he shudders, groaning against my flesh.
We fall onto his bed in a heap, our hands never leaving one another, making up for lost time. I am breathless with my desire, my need for him. His hand goes to my center, and I am certain I have never drawn a more aroused breath.
“Tyler, I need you,” I gasp.
“You have me, love. I’m here.”
I let out a strangled moan and push up so I’m straddling him. Tyler pulls himself so he’s leaning against his headboard, and I position him at my entrance and lower onto him. I cry out and he curses under his breath and everything feels so right, so perfect. I still, adjusting to the sheer size of him before sinking down all the way. With a hand on each of his shoulders, I rock back and forth while Tyler watches me, worships me with his striking eyes.
Tyler allows me to set the pace, but I see in his eyes the minute his control snaps. He flips me to my back, but then he’s…gone. All his heat and warmth is gone and I sit up, finding him holding two of his neck ties. Looking from him, to the tie he’s holding, I quirk a brow.
“What are you doing?” I ask, heart pounding.
“Do you trust me?”
“Why?”
“Do you trust me, love?”
I swallow hard and nod. “I trust you, Tyler.”
At my confirmation, he takes my arms, raising them above my head and, with nimble fingers, he ties them together. Not tight, but enough that there’s no way I’ll wriggle free.
“Do you trust me?” he asks again.
“I trust you.”
He nods and fastens the other neck tie around my head, obscuring my vision. I feel the bed shift as he moves, lifting my hips to slide a pillow beneath me. Every remaining sense sharpens. His fingers ghost up my inner thighs, featherlight. My skin prickles in anticipation. My chest rises and falls with shallow, stuttered breaths.
I am completely and wholly at his mercy. Whatever he wants, I’ll willingly give. This man who gives of himself tirelessly; tonight, I’ll let him take. A shiver races through me when I feel Tyler trace circles up my inner thigh. The senses I still possess are on overdrive and I hear each breath he takes.
I hear the way his breath hitches before he licks hot perfect pressure up my center. Then I feel him running the tip of his cock through my wetness before pushing into me, punishingly slow. Setting his own stubborn pace. Everything is too much, and I’m overcome with it; the way he feels inside me, the way I’m willingly helpless to him.
“Please make me come.Please.”
But my plea does little to speed Tyler up. He keeps a maddening rhythm, rocking into me slow and steady, circlingmy clit with the pad of his thumb. My body is strung tight, sweat beading along my forehead with my need for release. But Tyler refuses to let me tip over that edge.
“Please,” I gasp again.
His voice comes low, as wrecked as I feel. “Not yet.”
I swallow down a whimper, straining against the tie binding my wrists. The pressure building inside me is unbearable, too big to contain. Even without my vision, I feel the weight of his gaze on my body. He’s everywhere and nowhere all at once, his thumb still relentless against my clit. I arch into him with a strangled cry.
“Josephine,” he growls, rough with restraint. “You don’t even know what you do to me. I wish you could see yourself how I see you. Everything about you is pretty. Pretty pink nipples…” He leans down to roll one hard nipple between his finger and thumb, and I arch my back up. “Body that I’ll never get enough of. And the prettiest pussy, squeezing me so goddamn tight.”
Then, he picks up the pace, thrusting deep and all-consuming. My legs wrap around his waist instinctively, pulling him closer. I try to move, to meet his rhythm, but hetsks.
“I’m in charge here, sweetheart.”
The low timbre of his voice can be felt all the way to my toes, and god, Iloveit. I love him.
