“You’re soaked, Haven. So fucking wet for me.”
“Yeah,” I say.
“Have you been hot since you kissed me?” He angles his head, when I bite down on my lips. “Don’t bother coming at me with any bullshit. I only want the truth.”
“I have. I couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss,” I say. “What about you, Tyler?”
“If you’re asking if I wanted to fuck you the second you came through that door, the answer is yes. So did every other guy in the place,” he says, ownership in his voice and his gaze.
“The only one I want is you, Ty,” I say, and his mouth tightens again.
“This pussy,” he says and pets me lightly, toying and tormenting every nerve in my body. “It’s all mine.”
My God, the way he’s looking at my sex, like he’s going to wreck me, sends shivers of excitement down my spine. He drops down, slides his hands under my ass and lifts my sex to his mouth, like I’m a buffet and he’s about to eat his fill.
That first sweet touch of his tongue pulls a moan from deep inside me, and my clit swells beneath his scalding hot, open-mouthed kisses. My entire body jolts and I grip the bedding and tug as I toss my head from side to side.
“So good,” I murmur as he sucks on me, twirls his tongue around my plump clit, before grazing it with his teeth. He gifts me with one thick finger, sliding it all the way inside me, and stroking the bundle of nerves that most men can’t find. I tighten beneath him and let out a breathy little moan.
“I fucking love the taste of you,” he says and lifts his head and when I see my moisture on his face, my sex clenches around his finger.
He groans as my muscles squeeze his slippery finger as he works it in and out of me, until I’m panting and jerking against him, begging for release. He inches another finger in for a snug fit, and the world around me disappears. I put my hands on his body, splay my fingers, and take pleasure in the play of his rock-solid muscles beneath my touch. I push and pull, need making me lose my damn mind.
Drenched, and delirious, I buck, and squirm. “Please,” I cry out.
“Is this what you need?” he asks and applies the perfect amount of pressure to my clit, so beautiful and glorious it sends me toppling over the edge until I’m freefalling without a parachute.
“God, yes,” I cry out as the ripple pleasure of release grips me hard.
“That’s it, Haven. Take what you need,” he says, and I heave in a breath as I ride out each sweet pulse. He stays between my legs, prolonging the pleasure with his finger and tongue. As I sail back to earth, basking in my post-orgasm bliss, he climbs up my body, stopping to swipe his tongue over my nipple.
“Jesus, I did not spend enough time here,” he says. “Damned if I don’t want to rectify that.” He sucks my nipple into his mouth, and the sensations rocket straight through me, settle deep between my legs and arouse me all over again. My sex quivers, and I gasp. I have never come twice in one night before. Then again, I’ve never been with a man like Tyler, either.
“Is there a problem?” Tyler asks and lifts his head.
“No problem,” I say, and his chuckle vibrates through me as I guide his head back to my breast. I wrap my legs around his body, my wet sex drenching his stomach. I roll my hips and he groans as I rub against him like I’m a cat and he’s a damn scratching post.
“Hot for it again, Haven? Need my cock in that tight pussy?”
“I need you to fuck me,” I say, breaking this right down to the core of what I need—what we’re doing here. This is no damn romantic movie. This is basic fucking. Dirty. Raw.
Primitive.
He reaches over me, pulls a condom from the nightstand and bites into the wrapper. He tears the foil with his teeth and sheathes his big, beautiful cock. As he prepares himself, I touch his face, take in the sheer strength of his powerful body. My God, I have never wanted anyone more.
He takes my hand from his face, threads his fingers through mine and puts them over my head as he presses his crown to my opening. I wiggle, trying to force him inside, and cry out in bliss when he powers into me, stretching me in unimaginable ways that amp up my arousal, and bring on a hard quiver.
“Fuck, you are tight,” he growls into my mouth as he stares at me. He pulls out, only to slam back in again. With our hands still linked, he fucks me like a man on a mission—a wild animal acting on baser needs.
I whimper as he pounds my cervix, hitting so hard and deep my entire body trembles with the approach of another climax. My muscles ripple as his big cock sears every nerve ending until flames spark anew inside me. He shifts his body, removes one hand from mine, and trails it down my neck to my breasts, going lower and lower, stopping only when he reaches my puckered clit.
“God,” I cry out as he touches me instinctively—determined and thorough—like he’s known my body for years, like I’d been his partner, his lover a million times before. How is he so good at this? Actually, I don’t really want to think about that.
He slams into me, and I lift my hips to meet his every punishing thrust. Hot, wild and ravenous, he pistons high inside, and I ride along, panting for each and every breath as I follow his rhythm, my need matching his.
Pleasure takes hold, races through my entire body, steals the air from my lungs as I orgasm around his bruising cock. A sound I’ve never made before, something between a keening cry and a garbled moan, rips from my lungs, as I shudder. Hot cum drips over my flesh, and Tyler clenches down on his back teeth. I put my hand on his shoulder, dig my nails in and hold on as my world narrows to nothing but pleasure.
“Haven. Fuck,” he says his raging eyes still on mine, as he stills inside me, and pulses with his own climax. My mouth falls open, wave after wave of pleasure washing over me as he presses his forehead to mine. “So fucking beautiful,” he says and I’m not sure if he’s talking about me, or his release. Maybe he’s talking about my climax, the way my muscles squeezed around him. I swear I’ve never come so hard or so long in my life.
He stops coming, buries his face in my neck and grazes his teeth over my shoulder, like he’s branding me as his. I put my hands on his back, lightly run my fingers over his damp skin and smile when he quivers.
“That tickles,” he mutters.
I change tactics, and scratch his back and he nips at me. I bask in the weight of his body pressing me down, and instantly miss his warmth when he shifts and pulls out of me.
“Fuck,” he says, obviously still sensitive as he frees his cock. Sitting up, he disposes of the condom and tugs on his pants. The bedroom door creaks as he leaves without a word and for a second I’m not sure he’s coming back, but a heartbeat later he’s back in the room, a wet cloth in his hand.
He sits on the edge of the mattress and puts his hand between my legs to wash me. His touch is gentle, soft on my sex, a complete contrast to the way he fucks, and I get a little pang, right around the vicinity of my heart. I blink, wondering if I’m dreaming, because I swear to God this guy is too good to be true.
“Do you have a problem, Haven?”
I shake my head, and he tosses the cloth into his laundry basket. “Good,” he says and pulls the blankets up to tuck me in. He stands again, and I watch him wide-eyed as he makes his way to the door. Lord, I really shouldn’t be feeling such a deep sense of loss.