But at least if I say something, there’s a chance that we don’t have to do this back and forth “what if…” life.
I’m about to pull back and let the feelings out when Tyler beats me to it.
“Fuck, Poppy. I love you.” I pull back, looking up at Tyler, who looks just as shocked as I am that he said those three words.
We’re both panting hard, my knees and pussy ache, but I’ve never been happier.
“I love you, too,” I say, grinning from ear to ear.
We both start smiling and then laughing as the weight falls off our shoulders.
Tyler lifts me up into his arms and takes me to his bedroom. He lays me on the cool sheets and settles himself between my legs. The wet tip of his cock probes my entrance, and I’m so wet it would take zero effort to slip inside.
He reaches for his bedside table to take out a condom, but I slip my hand in his before he can. Our eyes lock, I lick my lips, and then I say, “I’m good, and I’m on the pill. If you want…”
He closes his eyes like he’s in pain. When his eyes snap open, they’re almost wild. Animalistic. Untamed.
“I am too, Poppy. Fuck, I’m so close already. I’m not sure how long I’ll last bare inside your pussy.”
“That’s okay,” I say. “We can always do it again later.”
Tyler presses his forehead against mine, and in one swift thrust, he slams inside me. My legs automatically wrap around his waist, and my hands dig into his hair. His arms wrap around me, and he holds me close as he starts fucking me. We stare into each other’s eyes as we come together in a way we haven’t yet. As people who have each other’s hearts in their hands. Lovers with no barrier between us, physical or otherwise. There is much to learn about each other, but our feelings for each other are not one of them. We’re sure about those.
I’ve always stayed on the more cautious side of things. Where it’s safe and predictable. But ever since I decided to hire an escort, I’ve thrown caution to the wind. I’ve chosen the wild side, where I would admit to a guy that I’ve only met for basically two days that I love him. And the fact that it’s true shows me that I can do something out of the ordinary and not have it ruin my life.
Tyler is the one thing I didn’t predict, and for that, I’m grateful.
“I love you, Poppy. My heart is yours. It has been from the moment I saw you,” he whispers against my lips as his cock twitches inside of me.
“I love you, too, Tyler. Thank you.Thank you.”
“Did you miss me, gorgeous?” my husband whispers in my ear.
Tyler drags his nails up my thigh, and I groan. We’re on our honeymoon in Greece, and he’d gone out for an hour to get something.
“Yes,” I pant as he squeezes my breasts.
“I got you a present. That I did wash just now.” With his free hand, he hands me a little white bag. I reach in and pull out a vibrator. It’s long and pink and has ridges along the side. He clicks one of the buttons, and it goes off in my hand. I feel the vibrations go up my arm and my pussy tingles.
“Oh, my God!” I breathe.
He chuckles, his deep voice making my pussy wetter.
“Show me how’d you’d fuck yourself with this vibrator if I wasn’t here.”
After we told each other we loved one another, Tyler quit his job and found a new one. He works for the city now and sometimes has to travel for work. It’s lonely when he’s gone, but thanks to modern technology, that doesn’t mean we are entirely disconnected from each other. And one of the many lessons with Tyler has been bringing toys into our sex life. I’ve gone from only using clitoral vibrators to realistic dildos that can suction onto the floor.
I bend over the balcony railing and put the vibrator between my legs. Tyler lifts my skirt and groans in appreciation when he sees I’m not wearing underwear. Thankfully, our hotel room faces the ocean, so we don’t have to worry about people seeing us.
I gather some of my wetness before slowly plunging the dildo deep inside me. No toy is as good as Tyler’s cock, but they come close. This has more of a curve to it than his cock does, so it brushes against my G-spot nicely. I groan as I fuck myself with the vibrator, my husband watching from behind.