my hips to meet his thrusts and circle my hips. God, it’s never been this good. I have never felt anything like this before. I hold on to him with my arms and legs, accepting all of him, everything he wants to give me. I know I’m close again, and I know exactly what I need to get me there. I start to lower my hand between us, but he stops me, taking both my hands and pulling them up over my head. He kisses me again and leans down, pulling one nipple and then the other into his mouth. He grinds his hips into mine, his pubic bone rubbing my clit. I start to spasm around him, and he lets go of one of my hands, then moves his hand between us, rolling his thumb against my clit as he leans back and pounds into me with hard thrusts.
I cry out, “Tyler!” as my body arches off the bed. His cock hits my G-spot as his thumb rolls my clit. I come, and he comes with me, his thrusts turning erratic until he stills deep inside me, his weight pressing me into the bed. He buries his face against my neck, and I encircle him with all four of my limbs, holding him as tightly as I can.
His lips touch my neck, and he leans back, looking into my eyes. “You okay?”
“Yes.” I lift one hand to his jaw. He slowly pulls out, and I mewl from the sudden loss, and then I roll to my side and grab on to him when he starts to get off the bed.
Pausing, he looks at me over his shoulder, then turns to face me completely, with his gaze roaming my face and body. For the first time with him, I feel exposed and weak. Leaning down, he places his face close to mine and slides his palm up my hip, speaking quietly. “I’m not leaving. I just need to take care of this condom and get something to clean you up.”
“Oh . . . of course.” I lick my lips.
His expression softens, and he brushes his mouth against mine, then my bare shoulder. “Be right back.”
I nod and watch him walk naked to my bathroom and flip on the light. I roll to my back and look at the ceiling, pulling in a breath and wondering if this whole thing is too good to be true. When he comes back a few minutes later, he uses a washcloth to clean me up—something no one has ever done before. After he takes the cloth back to the bathroom, he comes back and gets into bed with me, pulling me against his warm chest.
“What time are your nephews getting here tomorrow?”
“Probably around ten.” I tip my head back to look at him.
“I gotta be at the jobsite by seven.”
“Okay,” I say as he rolls toward me.
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?” Unease suddenly curls in my belly.
“You’re gonna be tired tomorrow.”
“What?”
He doesn’t respond with words. He kisses me again and then does other things to me, which means neither of us falls asleep until the sun is already brightening the sky.
“I don’t think I understand this game at all,” I mumble as I watch Owen playing Fortnite. Isaac giggles from my side, where he’s digging into a bag of Cheetos and smiling, his adorable mouth covered in orange dust. It’s been three hours of them playing this game, and although I consider myself up to date on most things, I don’t get the appeal of this at all. “I think we need a change of venue,” I announce while I get off the couch. “You.” I point at Isaac. “Wash your face. And you.” I look at Owen. “Turn off the game.”
“But—” Owen starts, glancing between the TV and me.
I cut him off before he can start complaining. “We’re going to Dave & Buster’s. I have the urge to kick both your butts and finally redeem myself as the all-time champion of Jurassic Park and Zombie Apocalypse.”
“Right on!” Isaac jumps up off the couch, sending the bag of Cheetos on his lap to the floor, and he starts to clean up the mess.
“Heck yeah!” Owen gets up and shuts off the game without saving what he’s accomplished in the last few hours. “We’re so gonna kick your butt,” he announces with a smug smile.
“We’ll see, kid, but I wouldn’t get your hopes up. Clean up so we can go.”
I leave the living room and grab my