No matter how much she’d love to stay in this moment with the lover who’d given her more consideration and pleasure than any other, she had to think about her marriage.
“Tyler . . .” she tried to protest.
“You’re not giving up for him.” Tyler punctuated the statement with a honey-slow slide into her pu**y and a gentle thrust of his fingers into her ass. “You’ve given up everything in the last three months to care for him. The least he can do since he started this is to let us finish it.”
Del melted. Her body felt so heavy and boneless, she wasn’t sure she wanted to move. Then Tyler rocked into her, one smooth stroke after another. Sensations danced again. Her libido was like a car engine: Once revved, she was ready to race. It seemed like seconds before pleasure clutched low in her belly and another orgasm raced through her veins.
Before the burning pressure gave way to ecstasy, Tyler stopped, cursed, and withdrew.
“No!” she protested automatically. “Please don’t stop.”
Eric grabbed her face and forced her gaze to him. “You like him f**king you?”
She bit her lip, her own anger swelling. But unleashing it wouldn’t solve this situation. “You started this.”
“And now he’s being an ass about it,” Tyler asserted. “It’s not all about you, dude.”
Before her husband could reply, Tyler turned her into his embrace and perched her butt on the arm of the sofa. With impatient hands, he spread her legs impossibly wide, then surged back into her pu**y.
Then he drilled his stare deep into her, somehow fusing them together. “I f**king need you, Del. Now.”
His first thrust came hard and fast. And deep. So damn deep, Del swore she’d never lose the sensation of him being inside her. She groped behind her, trying to stabilize herself.
Before she could fall, Tyler reached around her waist and hauled her closer, spreading her legs even wider with his hips. He kissed her neck, her shoulder.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
Helplessly, her gaze flew up to his, so green, so intent. In that moment, she could read him: his determination to make her feel good, the surprise at their insane sexual chemistry, the need to see her not just sated but happy.
He tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, then placed a lingering kiss over her mouth. Electric longing jolted through her body. For that fraction of time, it was just the two of them, and Del gave herself completely to Tyler.
Eyes closed, she threw her arms around his neck, trusting that he would hold her in place tightly against him. And he did as he eased in again and again, deep inside her, fusing their mouths together.
God, he was not just inside her now, but a part of her. She and Eric had been married for two years, and she’d had her fair share of college sex, but nothing had been more intimate than this. Tyler’s hot breath against her lips, followed by the probe of his softly searching tongue. His sweat-damp chest smashed against hers, their hearts both pounding crazy fast in sync. Him clutching her backside and pulling her so close . . . No one else existed. It was just the two of them and the steadily rising tide of pleasure that threatened to drown her.
“Del.”
Tyler’s voice sounded damn near frantic. His deep, rapid breaths betrayed his excitement, and it spiked a thrill within her.
“Del!” he demanded.
“Yes. I’m here. Whatever you need.”
“Jesus Christ, I need to be deeper inside you.”
Suddenly, she wanted that, too. “You’re as deep as you can go.”
“No, damn it.”
Unbelievably, his c**k hardened even more. Her heart swelled with the thought that he needed her so much. She felt that need as he shoved a fist in her hair and pulled until her lips fit perfectly against his. Then he kissed her, hot, urgent, until she clutched at him and gasped into the hot cavern of his mouth.
“Fuck, yes,” he swore against her lips. “Nothing has ever been better. Take all of me.”
She nodded frantically.
“Say it.”
“Give me everything.”