Damaged - Forbidden Lovers - Page 28

“So beautiful,” he groaned against my pussy, and moved his hand from my hip down between my thighs.

Tyler stroked the edge of my slit, teasing, riling me up until my legs jerked and I swore. He sucked my clit just as he tucked two long fingers deep inside me. I screamed, bowing off the bed, slapped the mattress as I cried out, “Ty! Ty!” I couldn’t even form a complete word, his name broken down to one syllable in my fevered pleasure. My body jolted, shuddered, a bright, icy wave of pleasure dragging me under until I couldn’t breathe. The sharp, sweet contraction of my inner muscles pumped on his fingers as he pushed in deeper and kept working me, kept sucking and stroking until he had wrung every last drop of pleasure from me.

He climbed up my body and kissed my cheek and gathered me into his arms.

“That is goals right there. For you to scream Ty every time you come for the rest of your life. Into the dark with your vibrator, into my mouth, when I thrust into you.”

“Could be awkward when I’m with the next guy,” I tried to joke, so shaken by that orgasm, by the closeness and vulnerability I felt.

“Maybe there isn’t going to be another man. I mean to ruin you, Layla. Until you can never take another man to your bed because of me. Because no one could ever touch you the way I do.”

His voice was possessive, so fierce and delicious. I clung to him and kissed his chest and silently hoped there would never be another man but him. That he would stay here in this town, that he would keep calling me, keep seeing me, and that one day after I’d helped him enough with his PTSD, he might learn to love me. I wanted it more than I could say.

I looped my arms around his neck and kissed his jaw and ear, “When did you first feel that desire come back?” I asked teasingly.

“The second I saw you carrying those flyers. God, you have no idea how much it shocked me or how much I wanted you. It was like being electrocuted,” he said.

“Tell me more,” I said.

“I got so hard that I couldn’t calm down all day. That night I tried working out, tried a cold shower, anything I could think of.”

“What gave you relief?” I prompted, nipping his earlobe. He fondled my nipple as he answered.

“The thought of you. I let myself fantasize about you.”

“Oh really?” I said archly. “What was I doing? Posting flyers about town?”

“You went into the office with me. You let me touch you and pull your clothes aside and fuck you right up against the door,” he said raggedly. I writhed at the thought, my body igniting at the image it created. “Wait, do you like that?” he said in awe and disbelief.

I took his hand in mine, pressed it between my legs against my tender flesh so he could feel the fresh wetness there, how messy and slick I was for him, “Yes,” I said, “I like it. Tell me more.”

“I took down your overalls and rubbed your nipples. I sucked your neck and fingered you, and then I went slow and deep—”

“Oh, God, Tyler, yes,” I moaned as I stroked his chest. I kissed the ink over his heart, a series of numbers, rows of them, “Someday tell me what this means. But for now let me make you forget it all.”

His hands on my breasts and stomach wound me up, as sensitive as I was from coming so hard.

“I’ve never come like that before,” I admitted to him.

“I felt that. It felt better doing that to you than anything I’ve ever done, or had done to me.”

“You can’t be serious. Making me come can’t have affected you like that.”

“Yeah, it can. I could feel you quivering and bucking and clamping down on my fingers so hard. It was like you tried to push them out, but I just went deeper and that made you crazy. It was so fucking hot, it’s a wonder I didn’t come from it.”

“Don’t you need more than that to—”

“You,” he said, cutting me off. “I just need you.”

Tyler kissed my mouth, slow and sensuous, his tongue stroking me so perfectly, making me feel that bittersweet longing that brought tears to my eyes even as I ran my hands through his hair, gripping it a little. He liked that, I could tell from the way he moved.

“Oh, yeah,” he said. I felt so good when he said that, so close to him. Kissing him, touching him, making him feel safe and sexy and amazing. It made me feel so powerful.

Tyler wrapped me in his arms, pulled us full length against each other and kissed me, lewd and fiery, making me gush with want. The hard planes of his body, the way he would stop for an instant just to hold me, to press me to his chest and kiss my hair was so romantic it made me choke up a little. This tangle of feelings, lust and sweetness and affection and so much longing and loneliness overwhelmed me. I held on to him so tightly.

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