by T. K. Leigh
“I need you, too, mi cariño.” Kissing me, he grabbed my hips and lifted me with ease, forcing my legs around him. “Do you feel how much I need you?” he whispered, his tongue sweeping against mine. My fingers wrapped in his hair, pulling at him to give me everything…his body, his heart, his soul, his entire life. I wanted to be completely consumed by him.
“I’m ready to fall apart, Tyler,” I said, softly biting his lips. “I want to feel you inside me, on top of me, behind me, all over me. Over and over.” I leaned in and nipped his neck. “I want you to make me scream.”
I felt his erection harden against me and I knew I had the same effect on him that he had on me.
“Take me to the bedroom, Tyler,” I begged. “Please.”
“I’ll always give you everything you want, Mackenzie.” He helped me lower my legs to the deck and grabbed my hand, pulling me down two flights of stairs.
Entering the bedroom, I giggled when I saw the tea candles, the dimmed lights, the rose petals on the bed, and a bottle of champagne on ice in the sitting area. A slow sensual song filtered through the room, the perfect setting for getting lost in each other’s bodies.
“Hmmm… A little confident you could get me into bed, weren’t you?” I smirked, glancing at him.
“Well, that was the idea for tonight, based on our agreement earlier this week, but if you’d like to simply remain friends, I’ll honor your decision, no matter how difficult it may be.” He stared at me with hooded eyes, licking his lips like a predator stalking his prey. And I wanted to be the prey.
I spun around, pulling my hair to one side. “Unzip me.”
Feeling him approach behind me, my spine tingled, the expectancy of his touch setting my heart on overdrive. His warm breath caressed my nape as I waited for him to finally lower the zipper. It was pure torture, every last cell in my body screaming at him to touch me, to make me feel. The void was so much more pronounced because of my acute state of awareness.
“You didn’t say please,” he murmured, his low voice calling to a side of me I didn’t even know existed. It was rough, carnal, and stimulated me more than I already was.
“Please,” I whispered, my voice panting. I would do whatever he asked of me if it meant I was that much closer to feeling his flesh on mine. I was aching for him, my body throbbing.
“That’s better.” His lips trailed soft kisses across my shoulders, and I let out a sigh, his mouth filling the emptiness. His fingers found the zipper of my dress and lowered it.
The music changed to a hypnotic rhythm and I slowly twirled around. I kept my eyes fixed on Tyler’s, my expression heated as I stood in front of him. His fists clenched as if he were trying to hold back his desire for me. I took my time teasing him as he had teased me, methodically lowering the arms of my dress before allowing it to pool at my feet. I stepped out of it, wearing only my black lace bra, matching panties, and heels.
Sauntering toward him, I ran my hands up and down his chest, pushing his suit jacket off his shoulders. Dropping to my knees, I tugged at his pants and loosened his belt.
“What are you doing?” Tyler growled, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at him.
A sly grin crossed my face. “Tyler, what does it look like I’m doing? I’m about to blow your fucking mind. Or do you not like a woman who knows what she wants?”
He groaned and I noticed his breathing increase dramatically. “Oh no, Mackenzie. That’s what attracted me to you the minute I saw you. So tell me. What do you want?”
Unzipping his pants, I allowed him to spring free. “I want to taste you.” My eyes locked on his, I took him into my mouth, my motions slow, wanting him to feel every lick, every flick of my tongue.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” he hissed, turning me on even more. “Do you like my cock, Mackenzie?”
I opened my eyes and stared at him, increasing my speed, wanting to show him that I liked doing this for him. He hardened even more in my mouth and I knew he was close to coming apart. I could hear it in his unsteady breathing. I could taste it in my mouth. And I could feel it in the way his entire body grew rigid.
Baring my teeth, I became momentarily disoriented when I was on my knees one moment and the next, I was slammed against the wall, Tyler’s mouth on mine, his tongue massaging mine, the fever and heat of his kiss burning me.
“I wasn’t finished,” I panted as I attempted to catch my breath. I felt dizzy, the room spinning as if I had gone to the brink and was left wanting.
“Yes, you were,” Tyler said, crushing his lips back to me, his hands clutching my hips.
“No, I wasn’t,” I insisted. “I want to taste your cum.”
Growling, he flexed toward me. “I want to come inside you, Mackenzie. And if I came in your mouth, there’s no guarantee I’ll be able to do that, at least not for a few hours.”
With swift movements, he carried me toward the bed, lying me on the silk duvet. Hovering over me, he leered at my body. Normally, I would have been self-conscious to have a man as beautiful as Tyler gawking at me in such a manner, but I wasn’t. He made me feel beautiful, radiant, perfect. All the things he was becoming to me.
“Now, tell me, Mackenzie.” He dropped his mouth to my chest, tracing circles with his tongue just above my bra.
“Yes,” I whimpered, losing myself in the sensation.
He lowered the cup of my bra, exposing my nipple. Taking it in his mouth, he asked, “How do you want it?”
“Any way you want, Tyler.” His hand grazed my leg, caressing my skin. Each time, he got closer and closer to the spot I wanted him to touch, moisture pooling between my legs.
“That’s not an answer, Mackenzie.” He continued to torture me with his mouth and hand. “I know you. You always know exactly what you want, so answer me. How do you want it?” He bit on my nipple lightly and I arched my back in response, letting out a small yelp. Pushing my panties aside, he plunged a finger inside me, and I screamed in pleasure. He didn’t even need me to tell him. He knew exactly how I wanted it.
“Say it,” he demanded.
“Rough!” I exclaimed, my chest heaving.
“What was that?” he asked, biting harder and rubbing his thumb against my clit with more intensity. “You want it gentle? I didn’t take you for a missionary, no-frills kind of girl. Truth be told, I’m kind of hoping you’ve got a bit of kink to you.”
I grabbed his hand and brought it to my mouth, licking the fingers that had just been inside of me. His eyes widened.
“You heard me, Tyler. Don’t play games. I told you exactly how I wanted it, so are you able to deliver?”
He pinned me to the bed using his body, and grabbed both of my arms in his hand, lifting them over my head.
“I’m able to deliver, Mackenzie. I intend to give you everything you want. Everything you’ve ever dreamed or fantasized about will be yours.” Whispering kisses across my collarbone, he continued, “Tell me your deepest and darkest desire and it’ll be yours.”
“You,” I whimpered.
“Me?”
Nodding, I said, “You’re my deepest and darkest desire. And I want you.”
“Then you shall have me.” Raising himself off the bed, he loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. All I could do was stare with hunger in my eyes, begging him to feed my lust.
He drew it out, deliberately taking his time. He was unhurried, his own expression fierce as his eyes remained glued to my scantily-clad body. He was seducing me with his gaze, with his presence, with his mere existence.
His shirt fell open and he shrugged out of it, the light from the candles casting shadows on his form. Every inch of him…from his broad shoulders, to his firm pectoral muscles, to his sculpted abs…was perfection. If he used his body even half as well as he took care of it, I knew I was in for an experience I would never forget.
Removing his pants and socks, he crawled back on top of the bed, slithering up my body like a snake, dragging his tongue the length of my leg.
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nbsp; “Sorry, mi cariño,” he said, tracing a pattern around my belly button, almost like a heart. “But it’s time for you to lose the bra and panties.” He slipped a finger into the waistline of my underwear and my skin tingled from his touch.
“How about the shoes?” I breathed.
“Not a chance in hell are those coming off. They stay on. Got it?”
“Any reason for that?” I asked coyly as Tyler slid my panties down my legs, stopping at my feet to admire my heels.
“Because they’re hot, and I want to feel them digging into my back when you writhe below me.” He threw my underwear to the ground and clutched onto my hips, flipping me on my stomach. He pressed his body into my back, trapping me beneath him. He wrapped my hair around his fist and pulled, forcing me to crane my neck back. Staring at the ceiling, I was startled at the force he used, but was unafraid.
He ran his finger down my spine, the contact faint, barely touching me. I shivered, the grasp he had on my hair at odds with the way he caressed me, tracing circles, as if he was drawing something, writing something. I had no idea what he was doing, but I didn’t want him to stop.
“Do you like that, Mackenzie?” His light breath pierced my skin. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t think. All I knew was his body and presence were making me unstable. “Do you?” he growled, pulling my head back more.
“Yes,” I yelped, the response practically involuntary.
“What do you like? This?” he asked, his fingers continuing their pattern on me. I focused on what he could possibly be drawing. Once I thought I knew exactly what he was sketching, it changed. I tried to concentrate, seeing the words or patterns in my head, but I couldn’t make sense of it. All I knew was that I loved it. I fucking loved every swipe, every brush, every touch.
“Yes,” I said again.
“What do you like about it?”
“That it’s mysterious, unknown. Like you.”
“Like me?” he asked, his voice rising in pitch.
“Yes. You’re my mystery man. You’re overwhelming and powerful, but tender,” I whispered. His fingers stopped its delicate pattern and hooked under my bra, deftly removing it from me with little effort. He lowered his mouth to my shoulder, biting and sucking. Licking and tugging. My pulse skyrocketed as he sank his teeth in harder, yanking my hair as he thrust against me, grunting. Pleasure and pain. Bliss and agony. Paradise and torture.
“Is this tender? Is this gentle?” he asked, his force almost unbearable.
“No. But I don’t want it gentle.”
He released his hold on my hair and my head fell to the pillow. His body was no longer pressing against mine and I felt an emptiness from his absence.
“You should stay away from me, Mackenzie,” he said, his chest heaving.
I rolled onto my back and stared at him in the darkened room as he stood against the bed. I raised myself onto my knees, crawling to the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of him. He gazed down at me and I could see the war within through his penetrating eyes.
I grabbed his hand in mine, wanting to quiet his demons, urging him to forget about the reason for the drastic change in demeanor from one second to the next.
“But what if I can’t stay away?” I asked.
“I’ll ruin you, Mackenzie. I’ll destroy you. If you let me in, know that I will dismantle everything. Your world, your existence, your life. Everything,” he said, his strong voice wavering slightly. “I should have walked away from you when I met you, but I couldn’t.” He poised his lips on mine. “I needed to taste you, to feel you…to crush you,” he snarled, violently grabbing my neck, thrusting his tongue into my mouth.
My senses were on overdrive. I didn’t know if his words were true or just part of his bedroom manner, but I didn’t care. The dull ache that had settled between my legs was growing more and more painful. I gripped his hair in my hands, running my fingers through it, tugging, pulling, drawing him to me. He tore away, pushing me onto my back. I kept my eyes glued to his as he crawled on top of me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He met my eyes, the sincerity in his expression completely at odds with the dominant man that had been there seconds ago. “Absolutely breathtaking.” Gently, he met my lips and my body relaxed into the soft mattress below me. It was a beautiful kiss. He took his time, exploring my mouth, making sure no part was left untraveled. He ran his tongue across my lips, causing them to tingle, and I let out a small moan.
“I need you,” I exhaled, running my hands up and down his chiseled back, pulsing against him.
“I want to taste you first. Do you want that?”
“Yes.”
He swirled his tongue against my neck, grabbing one of my hands in his. He pinned me to the bed as he roamed from my neck, down my collarbone, before taking my nipple in his mouth. I arched my back, the combination of biting, sucking, and licking causing my nerves to stand on end. The mixture of the gentle, the forceful, the reverent was mysterious, keeping me on my toes, never knowing if his next move would cause me an incredible surge of rapture or a shock of pain. Each second felt like an eternity as I waited eagerly to feel him, to experience him.
He settled between my legs and I tensed up, bracing for him. A gentle breath whispered against me and I craned my neck to see his devilish grin.
“Perfect,” he commented, his fingers brushing over me. “Absolutely perfect.” He continued torturing me, the anticipation about to unravel me.
“Will you just get on with it?” I exclaimed, tense, restless, a bundle of nerves. “You’re killing me here.”
“Oh, Mackenzie,” he crooned, his fingers barely touching me. “You need to learn to enjoy the moment and not rush to the finish line. Life’s a journey, and I’m going to make sure the journey lasts as long as possible.”
Finally, his tongue was on me, swirling, tasting, stroking. Running my fingers through his hair, I kept my eyes glued on him, watching as he performed one of the most intimate acts known to man. He glanced at me and I could feel him smile, although I couldn’t see it.
“Do you like to watch?” he asked.
Biting my lip, I nodded, moving against him with more intensity, my mind becoming a haze.
“If I make you come right now, do you think you’ll be able to come again when I’m inside you?”
“I don’t know. That’s never happened before,” I admitted.
“Well, there’s a first time for everything.”
His motions grew more frenzied and I tugged at his hair, screaming his name as waves of euphoria washed over me. It was unbelievable, the orgasm more intense and fulfilling than the last one he gave me. I was chasing the dragon with Tyler, and he surpassed any high I’d ever experienced. I rode out the tides of rapture, my body electric and sensitive.
He raised himself, grabbing my arms in his hand and hoisting them over my head. “Better than the other night?”
Unable to formulate a single thought, I simply nodded.
Grinning, Tyler whispered, “If you walk away from me after the sun rises, at least I’ll have a few memories of watching you come to keep me sated.”
I remained mute, my stomach still clenching from what I had just experienced.
Reaching onto the nightstand, he opened a foil packet and slid a condom on. “Are you ready?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at me.
“Of course I am.” I nodded quickly, swallowing hard.
“I told you. I’m going to ruin you. There’s no going back after this, Mackenzie. You’re not going to want to go back, although you probably should just walk away.”
“I’m not walking away, Tyler. Not now. Tomorrow maybe, but right now, I need you to ruin me.” I raised my hips off the bed, bracing myself.
Not saying a word, he nodded and slid into me, filling me completely before withdrawing and pushing into me once more. The tension in my body was gone. In its place was a euphoric feeling, more intense, more powerful, more vibrant than anything I could remember.
Wrapping my arms
around his neck, I closed my eyes and lost myself in the primal motion of him slowly pushing in and out of me. It was an act that had been around since the dawn of time, but it was so new and exhilarating with Tyler.
“Open your eyes, Mackenzie,” he said, his voice soft.
I flung my eyes open, staring into his, the green deep, dark, and compelling.
“I need to know you’re with me.” A small smile crossed his face and I was brought back to our slow, sensual dance on opening night of the restaurant when I didn’t even know who he was. I marveled at how far we had come since that night not even a week ago. It didn’t seem real to me. I felt as if I was living out a fairytale. A very erotic and intoxicating fairytale. I wondered when I would wake up from the dream but, for once, I didn’t want to wake up. I wanted to stay in my dream world with Tyler as long as I could.
“Are you with me?”
Overwhelmed by the emotional connection I felt at that moment, I nodded, my eyes transfixed on his. “Yes, Tyler. I’m with you. Siempre.”
He leaned down, gently biting my neck. “Always,” he breathed, his motions picking up pace. “You said you wanted it rough. Is that what you still want?” He pulled back, looking at me as he continued slowly flexing toward me, then withdrawing.
“No,” I said. “Not yet.”
“And why’s that?”
“Because I want to live in the moment,” I admitted, my voice wistful. “I don’t want this moment to end. I want to stay right here and never leave. And…”
Tyler raised his eyebrows, slowing his motions. “And…?”
“And I’m worried I’ll go back to the old Mackenzie the second this is over. I want to live, Tyler. And you… You make me feel alive.”
He captured my mouth, our tongues tangling as he continued to give me exactly what I wanted. Everything about Tyler, from the way he moved inside me to the way he venerated my body with the most spine-tingling of kisses to the way he stared upon me, made me realize I had finally found a man worth sacrificing my timetable for. He was worth sacrificing everything for, and my heart nearly burst in my chest from the realization.
“Faster, Tyler,” I begged. “Bite my neck.”