“You,” is all Tyler says.
I’m not quite sure who initiates the next move, but suddenly, all I’m aware of is Tyler’s mouth on mine, and everything becomes a blur of fiery passion, desperate hands, and eager, wet tongues.
He wastes no time in picking me up and setting me on the countertop. I lock my legs around his hips while I feed my fingers through his hair and yank him closer to me, plunging my tongue deeper into his mouth. He groans in response, and he glides his hands up my thighs, my dress inching higher with his pursuit toward my throbbing center. I bite against his tongue as his thumb brushes against my panties that are no doubt soaked with my arousal, which I’ve been feeling on and off all night. He does it again—only this time, his thumb presses down on my clit. My hips jut out as every single nerve ending sends a thrill of electricity shooting through my body like a live wire.
“Tyler,” I gasp in between kisses, my fingers digging into his scalp.
“You’re so fucking wet,” Tyler huskily whispers as his thumb continues to circle against my protruding bud.
My pussy clenches as I slowly begin to reach the heights of heaven with his touch alone.
“Please,” I beg. I’m not quite sure what I’m asking for, but I know I don’t want him to stop what he’s doing.
“Your panties are soaked.”
My shoulders sag with disappointment as he pulls his hand out from under my dress.
“Feel how wet you are; taste it,” he commands, pressing his thumb between my lips.
Instinctively, I suck it, swirling my tongue against his flesh, tasting myself.
“See how fucking amazing you taste? Like peaches and cream, only better.”
I gaze at him with hooded eyes, sucking even harder on his thumb before grazing my teeth against his skin. He grunts, snatching his thumb from my lips. Quickly, his lips greedily capture mine, taking my breath away as he owns my mouth. Simultaneously, he removes every inch of my clothing until I’m left in only my red heels, which are currently digging against Tyler’s ass.
“Tyler, you’ve got too many clothes on,” I pant in between kisses, clutching his shirt.
“Hmm, so I do. We should rectify that, don’t you think?”
I moan my response against his mouth, flicking my tongue against his, reaching my hands to his belt buckle. I blindly unfasten it along with his zipper. I force his pants and boxers over his hips, and as he steps out of them, I quickly unbutton his shirt until I’m smoothing my hands over the ripples of his stomach.
My eyes become fascinated with the sharp lines and contours of his chest, my fingers outlining his abs.
“Um, my eyes are up here, baby.”
I flicker my gaze to his face, smirking as my fingers caress his stomach. “I’m just enjoying the view.”
“Oh, yeah? Do you like what you see?” he asks with a playful grin, his hands smoothing over my thighs until he reaches my hips.
My breath hitches as he grips my ass and pulls me closer to the edge, his cock lined up with my pussy.
His question goes unanswered when all I can whimper is, “Tyler.”
He shifts his hips, and his dick slides along my clit. I grasp his shoulders in a death grip, tightening my legs around his waist in a desperate bid to feel him inside me.
“It seems our second first date isn’t ending much differently than our first date, huh?” he huskily comments, circling his hips, initiating a delicious friction against my clit.
My hips involuntary rock against him, a gasp falling from my lips.
“Stop teasing,” I whisper impatiently.
“How much do you want my dick?” I ask.
“So much,” I say, thrusting my hips outward again, my breathing becoming heavier by the second.
“Tell me what you want, and you can have it.” His bright eyes smolder under his lashes, staring me down, as he continues to push the head of his cock against my throbbing bud.
“I want you. I want you to fuck my pussy. I want you to make me scream.”
I feel delirious with lust, and all I can focus on is Tyler as he consumes my every sense. He’s everywhere, yet I can’t get enough of him.
“Please. Pretty please,” I add breathlessly, clinging to his shoulders like my life depends on it.
“With sugar on top?” he asks while his cock slides down my pussy and presses against my entrance, a grin on his face.
“Uh-huh,” I moan, biting against my bottom lip.
“What my lady wants, my lady gets.”
He then slams his cock inside me, causing me to shriek at the impact, and it takes only minutes until I’m screaming out his name.
Tyler
“We didn’t eat cheesecake like this on our first date,” I muse while feeding Mia a piece of cheesecake.
Her plump cherry lips wrap around the fork, and the way she pulls the creamy goodness into her mouth is erotic as hell. We’re lying in bed, naked, while we eat our dessert, sated after fucking each other against every surface of the kitchen, and it’s the best damn cheesecake I’ve ever tasted.
Mia smiles as she chews, her tongue flicking out against the spot of cream left on her upper lip. “We sure didn’t, but I think, from now on, cheesecake should only be eaten while naked in bed. It tastes better.”
“It does.” I chuckle, leaning in to press my lips against hers.
We kiss for a few seconds before I help myself to another forkful.
“I’ve missed this,” I thoughtfully comment, feeling a little high on sugar and sex. “It was always so effortless with us.”
I feed her another piece, and she accepts it with a nod.
“It was easy from the day I met you. You never failed to make me laugh. You were the goof I never knew I needed in my life.”
I give out a low laugh, shoveling another bite of cheesecake in my mouth. “I’m like Peter Pan. I never did grow up.”
She laughs with me as she reaches over and presses her pointer finger against my chin, forcing my mouth closed. “Yeah, like still eating with your mouth open.”
I point to the take-out cheesecake she’s holding. “It’s too good to even care right now.”
I make a show of eating with my mouth even wider, chomping louder with every bite, and she playfully smacks me against the shoulder.
“You’re such an animal.” She giggles as she sinks further down the bed and locks her legs with mine.
I take the takeout box from her and set it on the side table before pulling her into my arms, skin on skin. Her fingers trail over my arms, caressing me at a slow, leisurely pace, and a calm settles over me as goose bumps set in. I press my lips to her temple while my hand draws circles on her bare back.
“We were totally not supposed to have sex tonight,” she says with humor.
“I’m glad we did. It means, I don’t have to jerk off for a couple of days.”
“Tyler!” she exclaims with another high-pitched cackle, the sound of it so contagious that I can’t help but laugh with her.
“I’m kidding. Well, kinda.”
I smirk, and she rolls her eyes.
“I’m serious though. I told myself that under no circumstance were we to have sex tonight.”
“Yet here we are, in a sex-and-cheesecake-induced coma,” I say, feeling on top of the world.
“Exactly. I feel fantastic, and it’s all your fault.” Mia pouts, her eyes sparkling with happiness.
“How’s it my fault?” I argue.
Why is it that men always get the blame for everything?
Hell, if it means I get to have her naked and in my arms, I’ll take the blame for everything else for the rest of my life.
“Because you’re too goddamn sexy, and I can never resist you. I never could.”
“And that’s a bad thing, how?”
“Well, it’s not, but we’re supposed to be taking things slow. This isn’t slow.”
“No, it isn’t. It’s just us.” I shift until I’m lying on top of Mia, looking down at her,
the golden glow of the lamp making her look almost enchanting. “Sex has always been natural between us. It doesn’t mean we’re speeding things up by having sex; we’re simply going off instinct. It makes us, us. What we’ve always done. I know we have so much stuff to deal with, and we’ll take that one step at a time, but there’s no point in overanalyzing everything that’s good between us. We had sex, amazing sex, and I’m not going to feel sorry for fucking you into next week.”
She snorts. “Fucking me into next week? You’ve sure got a way with words.”
“And that’s why you love me.” I grin, pressing my lips to hers.
I lose my senses in her sweet mouth, a faint taste of cheesecake still lingering on her lips. I’m a little breathless when she pulls away, gazing at me with pure love evident in her eyes. It’s been so long since I’ve seen her look at me like this, like I’m Superman or some shit, and I’ve missed it so much. I’ve missed her so much.
“You know, I love how more open you are with me,” she states.
I nod. I am more open with her, and I don’t know if the therapist I saw drummed it out of me or that almost losing her put things into perspective, but I know I’m not afraid to show her my emotions. Not anymore.
Mia sweeps her fingers through my hair, caressing my scalp, and I can’t resist letting my eyes drift closed, as her touch has a euphoric effect on me, her warm caress soothing through me.
“You often used to bottle things up, and I’d have no idea what you were thinking or feeling. Now, you talk more, and you show me what you’re feeling. I love you so much for it.”
“I think the therapy helped me open up more. I mean, I didn’t want to go at first, but I’m glad I did, as I was able to sort through my shit. I’m definitely not in a rush to divulge my emotions and secrets to a stranger again, but divulging them to you…well, I guess I can make an exception,” I say with a light tone, smirking.
She gives me a shy-like smile. “I’m glad I’m an exception.”
“While I’m in a talkative mood…” I pause, my grin now set in a thin line. I’m a little ashamed that it’s even come to this, but if anyone would understand, it’s Mia. “Ashton’s coming home for Thanksgiving with Ava and the girls.”
She must sense my apprehension that sentence brings me as she frowns up at me. “Why do I get the feeling that’s a bad thing?”
“Well, it’s not. It’s just…I’ve been avoiding Ashton ever since Francesca was born, and I’m worried that things might be awkward between us.”
Her eyes light up with recognition, and I know I don’t have to explain any further.
“Because of the miscarriage?”
“Yes.” I slowly nod. “She was born so close to us losing Erika, and the thought of being near her or Ashton was unbearable. It was too much. I know it was a dick move. Even worse, I’ve yet to even meet his baby girl, our niece, who’s now six months old.”
She winces, but her eyes soften with understanding. “Does he know why you’ve been avoiding him?”
I nod before answering, “Yes, Mom told him, and she said he understood, but I still feel like a shitty brother. I should have been there for him.”
Her fingers continue to brush through my hair, and it feels so damn good.
“In most circumstances, that would be a pretty shitty thing to do, but you had a good reason for your distance, so you shouldn’t feel guilty.”
I know she’s right, but it’s hard to feel good about it, especially when it means I let my own family down.
“He deserves to be happy, but at the time, I didn’t want to be around his happiness when I was at the bottom-of-the-barrel sad. It’s been a hard five months—losing the baby, being without you, having to put a handle on my emotions—but I still could have reached out even if it was to shoot him a text, but I was too focused on me to really remember anyone else. I’m such a fucking pussy.”
I don’t know when tonight became a pity party, but I’m sure putting a damper on our date.
“Shit, I’m sorry. I know we’re not ready for the heavy stuff. I didn’t really mean to spill that out,” I rasp out, regret in my voice.
But the way her fingers continue to brush through my messy strands of hair tells me she’s unaffected, much to my relief.
“I was just going to ask if you wanted to join us for Thanksgiving, but I understand if it would be too much for you.”
“Can I think about it?”
I close the distance between us and brush my lips against hers. “Whatever you want, baby,” I say against her lips.
Her tongue seeks entry, and I eagerly accept, lapping against the perfection that is her mouth. We kiss for long seconds, and she’s the first to pull away.
“FYI, you’re not a pussy,” she states on an almost whisper.
A breathless laugh escapes my lungs. “Really?”
“Uh-huh. I happen to find this new emotional side of you sexy.”
My heart rate begins to pick up at the sensual way the words roll off her tongue.
“It turns me on.”
Her fingers drift to my shoulders, caressing their way over my back. Heat prickles on my skin at her touch.
“So much. It makes me want to do very dirty things to you.”
I bite back a groan, and with strength I didn’t know she possessed, she rolls me onto my back and straddles me, her naked body on show for me to see, her tits heavily swaying. My cock hardens immediately, and I know she feels it, as her ass is sitting directly over it, brushing against her crack. I reach my hand to touch one of those offending breasts that are teasingly inches away, but she slaps my hand away, smiling devilishly down at me.
“It’s my turn.”
Oh, fuck yes.
She leans over, pressing a sultry kiss to my lips, and then quickly zones in on my neck, nibbling at the skin before making her way down to my chest. Her hands smooth over my muscles as she focuses her lips on every inch of my skin with a mixture of light bites, licks, and sexy-as-hell kisses. She lowers herself down my body, her kisses continuing until she’s inches away from the one place where I desperately want her lips. She kneels in front of me, her lips red and swollen.
Huh. That’s weird.
“Your lipstick hasn’t budged,” I say, bemused. “I mean, you’ve eaten, we’ve kissed, we’ve had hot-as-fuck sex, and the red is still as bright as earlier.”
She grins, taking my cock into her hands and planting a single kiss on the mushroom head of my dick.
Holy shit.
Just a brush of her lips is enough to send my body into overdrive.
“It’s LipSense.”
“It’s lip, what?” I breathe, confusion setting in as she flicks her tongue. My eyes almost roll to the back of my head at that one touch alone.
“It’s a smudge-proof lipstick,” she says before circling my dick with her tongue. Then, she glides it along her lips, showing me exactly how smudge-proof it really is.
Jesus Christ.
“See? Even giving you a blow job won’t smudge it.” She looks up at me through her thick eyelashes, desire dark and heady in lust, peppering another kiss against me, and then she parts her lips to suck the tip of my cock into her mouth.
“Well, that’s shit,” I breathe.
She cocks her eyebrow up as she leisurely teases me with her mouth. “Why?” she asks with a mouthful of cock before pulling away. Then, she proceeds to lick the full length of me while she cups my balls between her fingers.
Fucking hell.
“Because I love seeing your red lipstick on my cock. It’s so fucking sexy,” I growl, fisting my hands together.
She sucks hard against the head of my cock while her left pointer finger simultaneously presses the spot under my balls, threatening to end this before it’s even begun.
“Well, I’ll be sure to wear my Mac lipstick next time.” She winks.
I don’t register the words, especially when she presses that spot even harder, and she laps against my dick with quicker f
licks of her tongue. My brain can’t focus on anything but her tongue. Her hand guides its way to my dick and slowly pumps it a few times, and then her mouth descends over my cock. That’s when the fun really begins. Her mouth, the suction of her lips, the way her tongue glides against me—it’s fucking mind-blowing.
“Jesus, fuck, baby,” I grunt out through heavy breathing.
It’s taking everything within me not to thrust into her mouth, but I’m savoring this moment, as it’s been too long since those sexy-as-sin lips have been wrapped around my cock. Her own moans vibrate against me, and it only adds to my looming climax.
“Yes, suck it like that, just like that,” I hiss out.
She teases me between pushing deeper and almost deep-throating my entire dick to licking and kissing along my shaft.
“Mia,” I pant, brushing my fingers through her hair, watching as she devours me like a goddamn lollipop. “Fuck yes.”
My groans seem to encourage her further, her hand joining to jerk me as she sucks the head of my cock. My hips involuntarily begin to thrust upward, and she greedily matches my speed, sucking harder, her tongue working double time. She groans around me as I moan.
“Ugh, I’m close, so fucking close.” My balls grow heavy, and I know I’m not going to last much longer. “I want inside you,” I barely make out as I all but force her off me, her mouth parting with a pop, my cock slick with her saliva.
The next few minutes will be fast, but the need to lose myself inside her is all I crave. I want to explode with her pussy wrapped around me. I pull her to me until she’s straddling me, her eyes staring down at me with wild lust. I don’t give any warning.
I simply sink inside her and demand, “Ride me.”
Her head falls back on a squealed cry at the impact of my deep thrust. “God, Tyler!”
She bears down on me, and like a sexy-ass cowgirl, she rides the fuck out of my dick. Since I was already wound up, it takes barely any time until I’m meeting her for every deep thrust like a frenzied lunatic.
“Mia, fuck, yes, I’m gonna come. Oh God, yes,” I grunt with each plunge inside her pussy.
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