Spreading soft kisses around her br**sts, he sucked in her nipple, savoring the plushy-hard texture with a moan. Delaney wrapped her arms around him.
“I’m going to get inside you, angel. Make you feel good.”
“Hurry, or I’m going to roll you on your back and take over,” she panted.
Later, yes. Much later, he’d indulge in the visual of her straddling his hips, taking every inch of his c**k inside her, br**sts bobbing, hair flowing, face racked with pleasure.
But now, he needed control.
“That’s not a threat. That’s a great idea.” He grinned. “We’ll get to it. But first . . .”
He pushed his way inside her.
Dear God, she was a tight, wet heaven, gripping him as she spread kisses across his face and neck. No way could she take him all in one thrust, and he stopped trying to fight his way in.
“Hey, angel, relax. We’re going to get there.” He kneaded the muscles of her hips and lower back with his fingers, slowly feeling her give way and let go. He pushed in a bit farther, pausing when she tensed and gasped.
“There’s more?” she squeaked.
More than she probably wanted to know. “Just a bit. We’ve done this before. We were good together the first time.”
“Yeah.” She sighed.
Nuzzling her neck, he smiled against her skin, then eased back languidly. He took her free leg into the crook of his other arm and spread her even wider. It would keep her from being able to tense up too much, and he didn’t want to hurt her. Just make her feel so damn good. And happy to be with him.
Once he spread her completely, he slid in slowly, like butter melting over a hot stack of pancakes. Finally, he pressed deep, deeper—all the way in. Del cried out, but it wasn’t in pain, thank God. Her skin flushed rosy. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she arched up to him.
Fully seated, Tyler released his hold on her thighs, then wrapped his arms around her, cradling her. He took handfuls of that luscious ass into his palms and tilted her up to his c**k as he pounded down.
On the first stroke, her eyes flew wide open, deep blue pools of wonder. She grasped at him, lips parting.
“I’ve got you,” he promised.
Slowly, she nodded, then arched up, taking him a fraction deeper. Del didn’t just feel good, she felt important. Perfect. He’d had so much sex in the last twenty years. Skanky sex, sweaty sex, forgettable sex, indoors, outdoors, under water, in a car, on a boat, on a plane, on a train. Hell, he could rhyme better than freaking Dr. Seuss when it came to all the places he’d f**ked someone.
But the one and only time it had really meant anything . . . that belonged to the woman under him.
Tyler brushed the hair from her face and fused their lips together, shuttling inside her over and over, feeling her body tense, build, reach out for another orgasm. He closed his eyes, intentionally filling her with long, deep strokes that awakened both her G-spot and all the nerves he nudged around her cervix.
“Touch your clit for me,” he whispered, propping himself on his elbows to give her room to maneuver.
Del reached a slender hand down her belly—then stopped. “Really? You want me to touch myself while you’re inside me?”
“Is it going to get you off?”
“Probably.” She bit her lip, eyes closing shyly. “I’m really sensitive there.”
He grinned. “Get your fingers on your pu**y, angel.”
She didn’t hesitate again, just slid her fingers between them and started rubbing that little sweet spot with slow, gentle strokes. He filled her, deep, sure thrusts, one after the other, that rasped over all the dark, sensitive corners inside her. With every thrust, she tightened until she forced him to take shorter, faster strokes, dig right at those nerve-laden spots that had her gasping once, twice, as she wrapped her long legs around his hips and thrashed under him, silently begging for release.
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes.” She sounded as if she’d run a marathon and stroked her clit faster. “Please!”
“Now,” he growled the command at her, feeling his own pleasure creep up his spine and tingles gnaw their way through his belly.
An instant later, her entire body jolted, and she let loose a guttural cry. A rosy hue flared across her cheeks. God, she was so f**king beautiful. Tyler fought to stave off his climax. He wasn’t ready for this to end. For the last two years, he’d been floating through life. In Lafayette, he’d found the place he now considered home. He’d found the friends he knew would always have his back.