Oh, God. That was good. That was unbelievably f**king good.
But I had to move.
“Honey, please, I have to move,” I begged, my head shifting so my mouth was on his but I couldn’t kiss him, I was breathing too heavy, fighting his arm, trying to slide up.
“You wanted me inside, baby, I’m inside.” His voice was thick, tight, hoarse.
He was, deep inside, so much of him, his thumb…
I made a sharp noise as I felt it starting and my body started bucking against his before it started then it happened and I arched back, crying out.
Beautiful.
Beautiful.
Like everything Ty.
Then I was on my back and Ty was driving deep, fast, hard, grunting with each stroke, oh God… phenomenal.
My orgasm washed out slowly, taking its time, my hands moved over his skin, my legs shifted around him. He caught one behind the back of the knee and yanked it high then pounded deeper.
I moaned.
He went up on his other hand in the bed, looked down at our bodies, our connection, his thrusting c**k then his eyes came to my face, he fell down to his forearm, keeping my other leg held high as he held my eyes and I breathed heavy as I listened to his grunts.
Then the power behind his thrusts magnified, I knew it was coming, he was going to give it to me, my arms around him tightened, pulling myself up, my hand went to the back of his head and I tugged it down to me and took the force of his groan in my mouth.
He kept moving inside me, kept my leg up as his cl**ax moved through him and then his tongue slid inside my mouth, he swung my leg around his waist and gave me more of his weight as he kissed me, deep, hard and sweet.
Then he slid in to the root, his arm in the bed moved up so his fingers could sift into my hair on one side, his mouth glided down the other side and I felt his nose flick my ear.
I sighed as I squeezed him tight in my limbs.
Then I turned my head and in his ear said, “You lasted a long time, long enough to let me move.”
His head came up and his beautiful eyes hit mine.
“It wasn’t good for you?” he asked but not in a way where he didn’t know the answer, in a way he was making a point.
“Uh… yeah.”
“Then quit bitchin’,” he ordered and I smiled.
Then my hand slid up to his head as I lifted my head from the mattress.
His mouth met mine halfway.
* * * * *
“Can I tell you something?”
It was after round two which started approximately zero point seven five seconds after round one but lasted a whole lot longer.
Ty was on his back on top of the covers, head to the mattress, we were still perpendicular to the pillows; I was pressed to his side, my legs tangled in his, my face tucked into his throat. His clothes were all gone. My bra and shoes had been removed in fantastic ways.
I’d become acquainted with nearly every inch of his beautiful skin, I’d felt his hands and mouth on nearly every inch of mine and I’d had three orgasms.
I was sated.