He takes my face between his palms. His voice is almost too quiet when he says, “We will talk about this later, JoJo.”
I turn my head to the side, averting my eyes. I harden my tone, daring him to stop now. “I thought you were going to fuck me so hard I’d forget who I am.”
He bites the edge of my earlobe, barely enough to pinch as he grabs my breast and kneads it, gently twisting the bead between his finger and the pad of his thumb. “I’m going to go easy for now, let your body adjust. You concentrate on me.”
I nod and run my hands down his back. He moves, slowly at first, rolling his hips. Each time, a bit deeper than the last. The pain from that first thrust subsides, and after a few strokes, a twitch of excitement builds.
His lips find my mouth. Ty’s kiss mimics his movements between my legs. His cock thrusts while his tongue slides further in, teasing, stroking, sweeping across my own. He nips my bottom lip as he pushes the hair out of my face.
The black edges of his gray irises mesmerize me as we gaze at one another. His smile reminds me of a little boy who got everything he asked for on Christmas morning.
Someone tender has stolen the jerk of a man who wouldn’t move his bed away from the wall and replaced him with this guy. The guy I used to love. The guy I could fall in love with again.
He drives into me until my eyes close and my breath is difficult to catch.
Ty kisses my temples, first one and then the other. “You okay?”
I bite my bottom lip, and nod as we move together. He slides in and out. I’m dripping wet. When he puts his hands on either side of me and rises, I reach for him. “Don’t go.”
His grin appears, wiping away the seriousness. “I’m not going anywhere, love. This is my house, remember? But I am going to move a little faster. Think you’re ready?”
I nod as I sink into the blankets. My hips meet his every movement, my tits bouncing to his rhythm.
Tyson grabs me behind the knee and pulls it until it’s almost to my chest, plunging deeper than ever. I wrap my other leg around his back, holding on to stay with him. After a few minutes, the backs of my calves are over his shoulders and he moves us to the foot of the bed, my ass at the very edge.
“What are you doing?” I try to pull away, but he firmly puts me in place as he continues pumping his cock into me.
“I just need more leverage.”
Holding the tops of my thighs, he pulls almost out and slams into my entrance as though he’s trying to break me. But I’m not breaking I’m flying—leaving this world and everything in it as my lover pounds me so hard I want to cry for relief from this pressure he builds.
Faster and faster he thrusts. Finally, the pressure is too much.
I cry out, grabbing the sheets at my sides. “Tyson. Oh. My. God.”
A growl is his answer. He grips my legs and pushes as deep as our bodies allow. His orgasm meets my own with a warm gush. His cock pulses in time with the clenching of my pussy, milking him of every last drop of cum.
After a few moments, Ty gently pulls out and climbs into bed. He drags me against his chest and yanks the blanket over us, tucking it around me. His warmth surrounds me, and the scent of our sex hangs in the air.
He moves the hair off my neck and kisses my nape. “Why didn’t you say something?”
Damn. He didn’t even wait until the sweat dried.
I clear my throat. “Because it’s not a big deal.”
“Giving me your virginity isn’t a big deal?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“The hell it isn’t.” His voice rises, but then he quiets and continues, “At this point in our lives, it’s the greatest gift you can give.”
I bite my lip. He doesn’t need to know that he’s the only one I’ve ever fantasized about letting have that prize.
He kisses behind my ear and whispers, “And you chose me.”
My ribs tighten over my lungs.
Oh, God. I can’t let myself fall for this man. He’ll crack my soul wide open.
He wraps me in his arms and gives me a squeeze. “Thank you.”
Tyson’s soft breathing lulls me, soothing my racing mind until the concern recedes, and my eyes close. His heart beats against my back.
I’ll worry about this tomorrow.
Tomorrow will be soon enough to think about the fissures spreading through my heart, because if I can’t control these feelings that are taking root at this moment, it won’t be long before the dam breaks and disaster strikes.
NINE
Jo’s light snore makes me smile. I brush a rich, dark strand of hair off her forehead, following my touch with small kisses.
I pull her tightly against my chest and snuggle under the covers, her sweet scent enveloping me. My morning woody savors the feel of rubbing against her bare ass.