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Finally, he exhales hard, groaning into the skin of my neck and sinking just the very tips of his teeth into my skin for a nip. It’s incredibly erotic and intimate, and I know with pointed precision that I’ll remember this moment for the rest of my life.
If the panties were my grand memory-making debut, this sex is Ty’s main stage performance. This guy has a doctorate in more than English Literature.
Our breaths are fast and mingled, and Ty’s jaw is misty with a thin layer of sweat. Still, though, he holds me in his arms as if I weigh nothing, even after all this time and exertion.
“You can put me down,” I offer, but he shakes his head immediately.
“Are you kidding? I’m nowhere near ready to pull this pretty pussy off my dick.”
I laugh a little, and he smiles against my mouth again, licking a line just deep enough to tickle my tongue.
We stay like that for nearly a minute, just barely touching and kissing, the strength in my limbs all but gone. When he finally pulls me off him, he lifts me with ease before setting me on my shaky feet and spinning around to deal with the condom.
I push my skirt down slowly, careful not to make the kinds of sudden movements I know would knock me right to the floor, and lean my weight into the door once more. It feels different this time, though, with the distance between us and Ty’s back turned to me.
It doesn’t mean anything; I know that. It just feels…weird.
Ty turns back around then, leaning in to place another soft kiss on my lips. He smells like us, and it’s an immediate stimulus.
I’ve just had him, and yet…I can’t wait to have him again. If he has any inkling of agreement, I feel so sorry for my vagina. The change in use is going to be unbelievably jarring.
But the thing is, I don’t know what this means—what Ty wants. Ty’s smile is the kind that you can get lost in for hours on end, but what it isn’t is telling in any shape or form. I have no idea what he’s thinking, and God, my brain is running a mile a minute.
“Ty… What… Where do we… What happens next?”
He leans in and puts one soft kiss to the underside of my jaw. “What comes next, is tomorrow.”
“Right,” I mumble, clueless as fuck as to what that’s supposed to mean. Will tomorrow be like yesterday, or will it be like today? My brain can’t process theoretical poetic bullshit right now.
Still, the last thing I’m going to do is let on that I want to know anything. Ty’s been there and done that, and quite frankly, so have I. The Rachel Rose of today isn’t the kind of woman who begs anyone for anything, and she sure as hell doesn’t wait on a man to decide. She takes what she wants, gives what she can, and lives in the moment.
And right now, I want to fucking kiss him.
I lean in, but before I can finish the motion, he’s doing it for me. His lips brush mine, and the sight of his eyes up close is magic. They seem to go on forever, like vast oceans of iris.
“Oh yeah,” Ty says then, confirming with absolute certainty that this won’t be the last time we do this. “This is going to be fun.”
Wednesday, February 13th
Ty
Rachel mewls as I grab a handful of her playfully curled hair and pull her head back to expose her throat. She’s on her knees on the couch in my office, her hands gripping the back and her ass on display for my enjoyment. She’s completely naked, and the lock on my office door has finally come in handy after I-don’t-even-know-how-many years.
Feeling her now, I can’t believe I managed to make it an entire twenty-four hours without fucking her, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to make it that long again.
I lean down and nip at her throat, and then I reach around to grab on to her heavy, perfect tits with my free hand. It feels so fucking good for both of us, I groan, and her ass pushes back harder into my crotch. “Put it in, Ty,” she begs in a breathy, sensual voice born of arousal.
I let go of her hair and place a hard, sound smack to her ass that makes her throw her head back.
“What’s the rush, baby? I promise you’ll get my cock.” She shoots a look of disgust over my shoulder, and I laugh. “Into spankings but not into nicknames, huh?”
“Spankings in the right moment are good, but nicknames seem like it’d make it a little too easy to forget my name.”
I laugh again and drive my cock inside at the same time, taking her by surprise if her rolling moan is any indication. It’s so out of the ordinary for me to be bantering during sex, but Rachel has something about her that makes fucking and joking at the same time feel right.
