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Without warning he yanks my legs from beneath me, forcing me to fall back on the bed. He crawls up my body, taking my hands that are covering my breasts and placing them above my head. “Will you?”
“Always,” I whisper.
He places his lips on the column of my neck. His growl that radiates from his throat sends shivers through my body. My nipples harden as desire pulls deep within my belly.
“Even when I’m an asshole?” he questions, his voice low. “Even when I screw up over and over? Will you still love me then?”
Arching my back, I push my chest into his. “Yes.”
His teeth nip at my ear. “Even when you know I’m no good, will I still have your love?”
“Forever.” I squirm beneath his body.
“Are you wet, baby?” he asks as he rakes his hand down my body. “Is that what loving me does to you? Does it make you slick with need?” His fingers push into me. “Fuck me, Jenni,” he continues to whisper in my ear. “Even on the tip of my fingers you feel like heaven.”
His mouth covers mine, his tongue a welcome intrusion, feeling perfect against my own. He kisses me with expert precision. Biting my bottom lip, I nearly come undone. His fingers pump into me, hitting the right spot, bringing me to the cusp of ecstasy.
I want it.
I need it.
I need to feel my orgasm like I need to take my next breath.
“Tylan…” I plea.
His fingers stop their motion before he pulls back, looking at me. My arms are still above my head, wrapped in the confines of one of his hands. My heart is pounding in my chest, my thighs clenching on their own accord, trying to relieve the pressure that’s he’s causing.
“I’m gonna love you, baby. Even though there’s gonna be times when I do it wrong, I’ll spend the rest of my life practicing until I get it the fuck right.” He places a chaste kiss upon my lips. “Now, I’m gonna taste that pussy because it’s mine and I’m fucking starving. Got any objections with that?”
“What were you doing in my room this morning?”
Her naked body is wrapped around me while her head rests on my chest. Her curls tickle my nose, having to smooth them out of the way every so often.
“I slept there.”
“Why?”
She pulls her head up, resting her chin on my pecs. “Because, you were right. I have been doing things wrong.” She takes a deep breath, “Truth is, it took an eleven-year-old, wise beyond his years to show me that every situation is different and I need to realize what was right for this situation.”
“And that meant sleeping in my bed?”
“It meant finally doing what my heart wanted and not what my mind thought was right. You have to realize that we are different.”
“You don’t have to remind me of that, Sugar Tits. We are as different as night and day. I’ll never forget that.”
Rolling her eyes, she shifts her body. “Geez, that’s not what I meant. I meant that I grew up different, but that doesn’t make it the right way. I have to make the decisions that are right for me or us and no one else. We’re building something here. You and I are the foundation, and we do it the way that is right for us. Once our foundation is stable, the kids will thrive, and that’s the important thing.”
“Not sure what to say.”
“This is all a learning process.”
Squeezing her body to mine, I place a kiss on the top of her head. “Ain’t that the fucking truth.”
She returns the favor as she kisses my chest, nipping at my skin as her hands roam about. My head falls back as I enjoy the sensation her touch brings to me. “I love your body,” she tells me. “I’ve missed it.”
“My dick missed you.” My comment earns me a squeeze to my balls, and although she may have meant for it to be a form of punishment, my body reacts the opposite way.
Already hard, I flip her on her back, still careful not to hurt her ankle. It’s like my dick is metal and her pussy is a fucking magnet because I slide right into home without any problem. My eyes roll back in my head at the feel of her pussy around my cock. Best fucking feeling in the world. She is fucking made for me.
