I knew she would ask and I knew then that the tattoo admiration was over. Pulling the sweatshirt back over me, I sighed, “Close the curtain, Tyler.”
I knew I was cutting her off, but I didn’t care. She was getting too close for comfort now. The tattoo she was so desperate to see was the first one I got done just before my parents died. It was a set of angel wings with Tyler’s name in the middle. I got it done for her. I was going to show her as soon as I came back. I wanted her to see just how much she meant to me.
“Why won’t you open up to me?”
“Why won’t you tell me why you were crying when I came in?”
She stopped talking after that, just like I knew she would. Two could obviously play that game. She got up, closed the curtain, and came back to bed.
I was going to turn around to face her, then I felt her hands crawl underneath my shirt to caress my back. “Thank you for showing me your tattoos,” she breathed and I knew she was switching tactics. She wanted me now and, of course, I was going to give her what she wanted.
“You came inside me,” she stated, rubbing her hands up and down my back.
My lips curved into a smile. “I’m clean, so you don’t have to worry.”
“I know,” she answered. “I got tested.”
I wanted to ask how she could have done that so quickly, but her parents had just as many connections as I did
“Is that why you’ve been hiding away from me these last few days, because you were angry with me?”
She laughed a little and scratched my back. Fuck, this woman did things to me I wished she didn’t. “No. Where I’ve been has nothing to do with you.”
That answer both upset and angered me. I had let her slip and was damned if I would let it happen again. From now on, if I wasn’t watching her, I would make sure somebody else was.
Suddenly, Tyler got off the bed. She knelt in front of me, looking up towards my hoodie. With her right hand, she reached out to grab my zipper.
On instinct, my hand reacted, grabbing her wrist tightly. I could see the hurt and shock in her eyes, but she was daring to take control here. I couldn’t let that happen.
“Please,” she said, looking up at me. “I want to please you. I need this.”
I saw the pain in her eyes and, for some reason, I didn’t have the heart to tell her no. Instead, I released my grip, making her smile timidly towards me.
With a tug of my zipper, she freed me. The moment she did, I felt a huge relief. I had been wanting her touch for too long now. If I admitted it to myself, I needed this just as much as she did.
Darting out her tongue, Tyler gently licked the tip of my cock. I hissed a little, desperately wanting her to carry on. Stroking her hair, I gripped it tightly and heard a moan escape her lips. It had been so fucking long, I had forgotten that Tyler liked it a little rough.
Tyler sucked down the length of my shaft. I was impressed that she could take so much. That thought alone nearly had me coming in her mouth, and there was no way I was going to come in her mouth tonight.
Tyler carried on teasing me with that fucking delectable tongue of hers. She trailed it up and down my shaft before reaching the tip. With a flick of her tongue, she dived down onto my cock with relish. For a while, I relaxed and let her take centre stage. I fisted her hair and guided her down, needing to push as much of me in her as possible.
As the pleasure built, I grabbed her hair and pulled her off. “Stop,” I breathed heavily. “Get up,” I ordered. She did as she was told and I gazed upon her in her nightgown. Her breasts were beautifully pert, and her nipples were straining against the fabric. “What have I told you about wearing things in bed?” I asked. She was going to answer, but I didn’t give her a chance. Instead, I ripped the fabric from her body, watching as it fell to the floor. Tyler gazed at me with horrified lust in her eyes. She couldn’t believe I had done it, but she fucking loved that I did.
“See, this is what fucking happens when you wear something in bed. Now you know for next time.” I gazed upon her beautiful body. Tyler was never a skinny girl, but I loved that about her. She had curves in all the right places, and breasts that were the perfect size. Not too small, not too big.
“Turn around,” I ordered again. “Walk backwards towards me.” She did as instructed and I found myself stroking her backside. That was something else to admire of hers. Tyler’s ass was round and perfect. Everything about Tyler was perfect.
Trailing my hands up around her waist, I journeyed towards her breasts. I grabbed one in each hand and pinched her nipples. She threw her head back and moaned.
“I wonder how wet you are for me, Tyler. I wonder if you’re as soaking wet for me as I think you are.” I carried on pinching and messaging her breasts. She was practically wiggling under my touch. She ached for a release only I could give her.