I’m not going to make it. My heart is pounding, and the pleasure is outrageous. If this is it, I’ll be ready but only after I get to the true nirvana.
“I want to be inside you.”
Her mouth releases me, and she lifts herself up and straddles me. “I need you inside me. I need to come that way, so badly,” she pants.
“I’m going to give you everything you need, baby.” I reach between us and finger the soaked lace between her legs before I tug it to the side. She lifts and then lowers herself onto me, and we both release guttural, broken groans when I breach the tight entrance of her body.
She rocks her hips, I thrust mine up, and we come together in one perfect movement that creates an explosion of ecstasy like nothing I’ve ever felt. “First, I’m going to do something else I’ve dreamed about,” she pants in my ear.
“What?”
“I’m going to kiss you while you’re inside of me, and I’m not going to stop until I can’t breathe. And maybe not even then.”
Her lips cover mine, and her tongue slides across my mouth. I open for her. We kiss and kiss, and she rides me, setting a pace that I don’t try to rush. I reach between us again and wet my finger in the folds of her pussy. I find her clit and squeeze. Her scream breaks our kiss, and her head falls on my shoulder. She moves up and down, her head falling back when I start to rub. “Yes, that’s it. Yes, please please, yes. Break this wall, Tyson,” she chants over and over. Then she breaks. Her pussy squeezes me in a pulsing rhythm that feels tied to the raging beat of my heart.
She trembles and collapses over me, panting and boneless.
“My turn,” I whisper, press a kiss to her ear, and then roll us over so she’s on her back.
She looks like a woman who’s satisfied, but I don’t want her to leave here feeling anything less than ruined.
I tug off the lacy bodysuit and toss it away. I feast my eyes on her for a moment before I lower my mouth to taste one of her dark brown nipples. It’s unbelievably soft and hard at the same time, and I suck it deep into my mouth and play with the other one until she grabs my head and moves it.
“Please inside me, please. I want to feel you come, too.”
I drive into her body with one hard thrust, and her back bows off the bed. I know she thinks she’s going to walk away and leave me, but I’m going to make sure she can’t help but come back.
“Tell me who has ever fucked you better than me?”
“Nobody, baby.”
“Damn straight. Who could when your pussy curves to my dick? When it feels so damn good.”
“So good, Ty, too good.”
I gather her up in my arms, lift her onto my thighs, and sit back. “Ride me until you come. And when you come, I want you to call my name like you know I’m yours.”
My bad-ass baby does what I ask, and when she comes, her name is on my lips, too.
* * * *
“What do you like about me?” Dina asks around a mouthful of rice. We came inside, showered, heated up leftovers, and climbed into bed to eat.
I smile and glance at her. “Fishing for compliments?”
“No, I really want to know.”
“Well, I like that you’re unapologetic and not easily intimidated. I love that you ask questions about the things that I thought only I cared about. You’re funny. You’re ambitious. And I like that even though I don’t know how to ask for it, you know when I need tenderness.”
She nods and swallows her food. Her eyes are soft and searching. “I wish you’d show yourself some, too.”
“I want that, too. This day with you feels like a good start.”
“It’s been great.”
“What do you like about me?”
“I love your ambition. I love your loyalty. I love that you like to read. And I like that you try things that scare you.” A mischievous smile dances on her lips. “Well, except me.”
“Because you terrify me.”
“Me? Why?”
“You don’t need me.”
She sits up. “What?”
“You said it.”
“Well, not the same way a fish needs water. I won’t die without you. But I certainly haven’t been happy and thriving since we fell out. And no matter what, Tyson, I’ll never turn my back on you. Never. We’re a team, we’re friends, and we can be anything we both want to be.”
“I didn’t know that when I left Houston.”
“And what about now? Ty?” Her voice is soft, low, husky, and dripping with affection and need that makes my heart do a flip.
“I trust you. Do you trust me?”
She nods. “Can I?”
“Then we can figure the rest out. Let’s sleep.”
She nods, takes my bowl, stacks it on top of hers, and walks them to the kitchen. She comes back, lies down beside me, and curls her soft, warm, so perfect I could weep body against mine. I can’t believe I pulled this off. Now if I can just find a way to make it last.
19
Buzz kill
Dina
“Oh my God, your mother’s calling, Tyson, stop.” I press my hands to his muscular shoulders, intending to push him off, but instead, I stroke down his broad, beautiful, sparsely haired chest. “Why did we wait so long to do this?”
He grins, and a bead of sweat drips off his forehead and onto my lips. His eyes track its movement and land on the spot of moisture. “Because we’re idiots.” He leans down and sucks my lower lip into his mouth and drives deeper and harder into me.
We’ve been making love for hours. We stop, sleep, eat, and then jump back on each other. I haven’t had any clothes on since he took them off outside on his patio. It’s heaven.
My phone’s incessant ring starts again. “Ugh, fuck this.” He pulls out of me, rolls over, and grabs the phone from the nightstand. “What could she possibly need? And she’s calling FaceTime, too.”
Panicked at the thought of him picking up with his sweat-drenched bare chest visible, I make a wild grab for it. “No, don’t you dare answer it. Tyson, stop.”
“Woah.” He hops off the bed before I can grab him, stands at the foot of it, and eyes me curiously. “What? You think she won’t approve?”
I glare at him and lunge up, but he lifts my phone even higher over his head.
“Approve of what?”
“Of us.” He strokes his glistening, still hard dick and winks at me.
“This isn’t funny. She’s called three times. Clearly it can’t wait.” I stand on the bed and yank the phone out of his hand with a glare.
“Sorry, I mean, I figured she’s going to find out at some point, might as well rip the Band-Aid off. But I understand you have a hero worship thing with her, so I’ll let you set the pace.”
“The pace of what?”
The phone starts to ring again. He flops back on the bed and crosses his arms behind his head. “I’ll be waiting when you get back.”
I throw my dress over my head, scrape my hair back into a ponytail, and walk out onto his balcony for privacy. And then I call her back.
“Dina, what in the world is going on? I haven’t heard from you since Friday evening.”