“Mama, breathe,” he whispered.
I sucked in breath and it hitched so many times, the sound was as painful as the hitches actually were, my body bucking violently with each and Ty growled in my ear.
Then he snarled, “I’m gonna f**kin’ kill Julius.”
My body bucked again as my breath snagged audibly and I pressed closer.
Ty fell to the side and I was holding so tight, I went with him. Then I was on my back on the couch and I felt Ty’s long body stretch out beside mine, his heavy leg tangling with mine the instant I straightened them and when I felt his torso press deep to my side and partially over mine, I loosened my arms enough for him to pull back. Then I let my head fall to the couch and I looked at him through watery eyes.
Then my breath hitched and my body bucked again.
“Fuck,” he bit off, his hand coming to my face, pulling hair away, wet hair that was sticking to my wet cheeks. “Lexie, baby, you got played. I’m right here.”
I nodded. “I know.”
Hair gone from both sides of my face, his big, warm hand cupped the right side, his thumb moving over my cheek, sweeping through the wetness as his face got close and I looked into his eyes, still the most beautiful feature I’d seen on any face in my life.
“So,” he whispered, “get a handle on it.”
And I did.
Two handles actually. Both hands went right to his head and pulled it down to me.
Then I was kissing him.
Then he was kissing me.
Oh yes. That was better.
Then I was pulling off his tee. Then he was tugging off mine.
Then I was yanking at his belt. Then his h*ps knifed away but only so he could undo and haul off my jeans and my flip-flops went flying as he did. Then went my panties.
Then he rolled over me, I opened my legs, his h*ps slid between, his hand was working between us to finish the job I started while his mouth was working mine, his tongue inside, I was tasting him again, God, God, brilliant, beautiful.
Mine.
Then his h*ps moved back then surged forward and he was inside me.
My mouth tore from his as my neck arched.
God, God. Brilliant. Beautiful.
Mine.
He rode me fast, hard and I welcomed him, circling his h*ps with my legs, my hands hungry, roaming, my mouth hungrier, latched to his, drinking then I couldn’t drink anymore and our lips brushed close as our heavy breath mingled and there it was, there it always was, so close, so huge, then he rolled his h*ps and hit the spot and all four of my limbs clutched him to me as I cried out when I came.
It took Ty two minutes longer, one minute I was in no state to watch, the next one I did with avid, devoted concentration.
After, his head dropped forward and his face disappeared in my neck.
His c**k was buried deep. My limbs were still holding him tight.
Healthy.
Alive.
Gorgeous.