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Butterflies are churning butter in my abdomen as the unmistakable rise of my arousal dampens the thin layer of lace between my legs.
At last, Tiero moves closer, his eyes glued to mine. He reaches out a hand, and I take it.
With a gentle tug, he pulls me against his chest.
He reaches for the hem of my dress and lifts it over my head. He undoes my bra and lets it drop to the floor. Next are my panties. He tears the seam on both sides and throws the scrap of fabric to the side.
That would be pair number six he’s ruined, but I don’t care. The caveman act turning me on once again.
Still, no words are spoken.
His eyes are trained on mine, and I’m mesmerized.
I step closer to him and untuck the shirt from his pants, releasing each button through its hole until I lose patience, and in one swift move, tear his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere.
A smile glows on my face. I’ve always wanted to do that, and it was far more satisfying than I imagined.
I undo his pants and push them over his hips. Tiero steps out of them before brushing them aside with his foot.
He engulfs me in his arms and slowly descends on my mouth. The kiss starts like a whisper, a soft breath in the air, but quickly develops into more when his tongue impatiently strokes along my lips, demanding entrance. As if of its own accord, my mouth opens and grants him entry.
Our kiss turns desperate then. I’m being devoured, and I give as good as I get.
Tiero picks me up like a bride and carries me to the bed, his lips never leaving mine. He lays me down on my back and immediately covers me with his body.
My breathing becomes ragged. There isn’t enough air in this room. Our bodies are covered in perspiration, and we’ve only just begun.
Tiero lifts his body off mine, eyes still glued to me, and reaches into the nightstand to retrieve a condom from a box Zoe left.
How did he know those were there?
I have no time to contemplate it, too enthralled with watching him sheathe himself.
Then I’m pinned underneath him, and he plunges in deep in one determined stroke.
We both moan in unison, clinging to each other.
Our foreheads touching, I stare into the depths of his soul.
With our chests heaving, Tiero stays still to let me adjust to his length. My body has somewhat adapted to his size, but still, every single time the delicious burn of first entry takes my breath away.
We still haven’t spoken, but the kind of communication we’re having is more powerful than anything we could create with words.
He takes my hands in his and squeezes them lovingly before he lifts them above my head and clasps them in one of his.
He pumps into me slow and oh so deep.
His long, measured thrusts drive me out of my mind. Pinned firmly beneath him, all I have the freedom to do is thrash my head from side to side like a wild animal. With each hard thrust, the bed hits the wall with force. It’s the only sound I can hear.
Tiero’s hot breath tickles my neck as he moves in and out of me, and the need to feel his skin beneath my fingertips grows exponentially.
“Please let go of my hands,” I pant. “I want to touch you.”
But he ignores me, instead kissing me deeply before resting his forehead against mine, never missing a thrust.
“Tiero, please,” I breathe out, pleading.
I’m not sure what exactly I’m asking for. For him to let go of my hands? To speed up and give me the orgasm my body is primed for?
