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His hands, which have been resting on my lower back, trail down to my ass. Lifting me, he twirls around and sets me on the countertop. His body claims the space between my legs and then strong hands slide up my spine, stopping to tangle in my hair. Nose to nose, he whispers, “I love you, love you, too.” I whimper hearing his words.
My tongue slides across my lips, parting them as Ty's mouth descends on mine. His lips feather across mine and my heavy eyelids drift closed, reveling in the feel of his tongue as it gains entrance into my mouth. Our tongues tangle, sensual and searching, like we're exploring each other again for the very first time. My hands twist through his hair, tugging gently. We kiss until our lips are swollen and numb and we're both fighting for air. Ty pulls his mouth away from mine and our eyes lock.
“Don't stop. Please don't stop,” I beg, needing his hot mouth back on mine.
His eyes search mine. I'm not sure what he's looking for, but I hope to God he finds it soon. “You have to tell me what you want, Harley,” he says, his voice firm. “I need to hear you say it.”
My grip tightens on his hair. “I want you.” My body is trembling with anticipation, adrenalin pumping through my veins. He leans forward, pressing his body closer to mine so he can trail kisses down my neck. A low growl rips from my throat when he bites down gently, immediately soothing the same spot with his tongue.
“That's a good start,” he mumbles, sliding my tank strap down my shoulder so his mouth can continue its torturous path. “But you're going to have to be a little more specific.”
His lips are scorching hot and feel fucking fantastic against my skin. I close my eyes, letting my head drop against the cabinet behind me, allowing myself to be absorbed in—
I whimper when a cold draft blows over my bare shoulder...right where his lips should be. He laughs. “Concentrate,” he says, bending forward to nip at my bottom lip. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want your mouth on me,” I pant, and he slams his mouth to mine. Our tongues battle for control while his hands roam my body, sliding up my thighs, over my stomach, and teasing the material at the swell of my breast. He pulls away much too soon and my mouth follows his, begging for more.
“There? Is that where you want my mouth?”
I shake my head. “You're warm.”
He cocks an eyebrow, a mischievous grin pulling at his mouth. “Well, warm isn't going to work, now is it?” His tongue darts out, tracing a path of open-mouth kisses across my chest and over my collarbone.
“Warmer…you're getting warmer,” I say, my voice low and husky. I should be embarrassed that he's worked me up this fast, but I'm not. His erection is cradled firmly between my legs and he thrusts against me. I want more. I need more.
Looking down, I watch him cup my breasts, my nipples puckering until they ache. He yanks the top of my shirt down, freeing my heavy breasts. His mouth descends, attacking and sucking. By the time his mouth moves to the opposite side, I'm writhing against him, a deep warmth settling in my belly.
“More…I need more.”
“Patience,” he mumbles. I jerk his mouth back to my aching chest and I can feel him smile against me. He knows I don't have patience. I grip his erection through his pants and his hips buck against my hand. He is hard and ready for me. I rub him several times, feeling the thick steel grow and stretch behind the tight confines of his jeans. I squeeze my eyes shut, imagining how good he will feel deep inside of me. Popping the top button of his jeans, I slide my hand in between his boxers and soft, warm skin. A low groan vibrates from his chest and I gasp at the feel of him hot and heavy in my hand. I stroke up his length, gripping his girth. The fire burning between my legs inflames with desire.
In the blink of an eye, Ty yanks my hand away, and I find myself being hauled off the counter. I wrap my legs around his waist, my mouth devouring his as he storms down the hall. He kicks open the bedroom door and wastes no time settling me on the bed. Reaching back, he pulls his shirt over his head in that sexy way that men do. My eyes ogle his bare chest, appreciating every line and groove of his toned stomach. Leaning down, he reaches for the hem of my shirt.
“Wait!” I blurt, tugging desperately to cover my marred stomach. “I have stretch marks.” My heart rate kicks up. I frantically search his face for any sign that I just completely destroyed the moment. Reaching up, he tenderly strokes a hand down my cheek. His eyes are full of compassion, and there is no trace of disappointment anywhere on his beautiful face.
“So you have stretch marks.” Tyson drops to his knees, slow
ly peeling the flimsy material out of my hand. He lowers his mouth to my belly, and his tongue traces the first mark. My hands fist his hair as my heart flutters from his intimate touch. “Let me love them.” He trails kisses along my belly. “They’re a remnant of the life you carried inside of you.” His fingers graze over each line he’d kissed and he looks up into my glassy eyes. “And I love that little life just as much as I love you.”
If I wasn't already head over heels in love with him, I would be now. His words cause my heart to soar higher than I ever thought possible. My body catapults forward, slamming into his. Our mouths fuse together, my lips parting against his, and unlike before, I’m the hungry one. I stroke my tongue against his, letting him have all of me, letting him know that I’m his to have. Our kiss is passionate, demanding, and destroys all other kisses before it.
Breathless, he pulls away from me, his eyes burning with desire. With steady hands he lifts my shirt up, pausing briefly to give me the chance to back out. I raise my arms and he yanks the material over my head, dropping it behind me. Chocolate eyes greedily roam my naked chest. My breathing turns to a light pant when he runs a finger down my breast, pinching my nipple. I clench my thighs together, desperately trying to calm the incessant throbbing. Seeing him between my legs, drinking me in, leaves me desperate for him.
“Lie back,” he demands, his tone soft. I comply without question. Ironically, I find this demanding side of Tyson to be a huge fucking turn-on. “On your elbows.” I prop myself up at his authoritative tone. Watching him undress me throws my body into a frenzy, my excitement and anticipation growing so thick that my clit starts pounding. Sitting back on his haunches, he examines me, his eyes blazing as he seemingly memorizes every line and curve of my body. I'm now lying before him naked, vulnerable and unashamed.
“I’m going to take my time with you," he whispers, his breath warm on my skin as he lowers himself between my legs. I squeeze my eyes shut, a harsh moan falling from my lips when I feel his tongue slide across my apex, mere inches from my core. His hands spread my lips apart and I wait for him to devour me.
“Watch. Me,” he growls and my eyes snap open. With a devilish grin on his face, he lowers his lips to my clit. The pad of his tongue slides down my core. My toes curl and my heels dig into the bed. With each lick and every suck, my moans grow louder.
Ty's shoulders press against my thighs, spreading my legs further apart. Goosebumps run up my body when he slides a thick finger deep inside of me, thrusting slowly several times before adding a second. My eyes roll to the back of my head as he continues to bring me closer and closer to the proverbial edge. He alternates between his tongue and hands, tasting and teasing, sucking and stroking. My legs begin to tremble, my skin igniting with intense heat. I'm trying desperately to keep my eyes trained on him, but I can't—the pleasure is just too intense. His name falls from my mouth in a strangled cry as waves of pleasure crash through me. My body jerks, convulsing forcefully against his face and hand. I beg and plead for him stop, but he doesn't.
Instead, his tongue works faster against my tender clit. My gyrating hips, gripping hands, and hoarse pleas…he's immune to it all, determined to bring me back to the crest once again. He moans erotically several times, the vibrations bringing to the table a new sensation, and the feeling alone is enough to push me over the edge once more. I writhe against his mouth, my hips bucking and my hands fisted in the sheets, as my second orgasm plows through my body.
“Oh, God!” Squeezing my eyes shut, I throw my head back against the mattress as Tyson works my body to its breaking point. He continues to suck and nip my sex as the pulsating slows and my body floats leisurely back down to earth.
A cool draft flows through the open window, caressing my damp and still sensitive skin, and I peel my eyes open. Pushing up on my elbows once again, I watch Tyson work the zipper of his jeans. His eyes find mine as he pushes his jeans and boxers down his long legs in one smooth motion, and I suck in a breath as his thick cock springs free.
My heart pounds in my chest. His erection bobs when he leans down to grab a condom out of his pocket and my mouth waters. I've never found the act of giving a blowjob appealing, but for some reason—with Tyson—I want to do it. I want to bring him to the brink with my mouth like he did for me. I want to taste him on my tongue, and I want to feel him lose control as his body submits to me.
