Page 92 of Scores Of The Heart

He’s still a little sleepy, which is cute. I glance at the clock briefly. It’s only 3 am.

“I’m sorry I cut the night short,” he says in a hoarse voice.

“Ty, it’s fine. Really.”

“You sure?”

“Of course. I’m just happy we’re getting some time together like this.”

“I like being in bed with you.”

“I like it too. You’re very sexy when you sleep,” I tell him.

He laughs quietly in the dark. “How can that be sexy?”

“It is when you do it.” I run my hand down his bare chest as I feel his eyes watch my movement. I pull myself up on my elbow to look at him, my hands move down to my robe and unfasten the tie, and I pull it back to expose my breasts.

He glances down, “Fuck, Cindy.”

That makes my sweet spot throb. Here he is again, making me weak from cursing.

I love the fact he loves my body so much. My hand rakes down his chest again, feeling the tight muscles of his abdomen as his fingers touch my shoulder and drift down to cup my breast. He takes a handful and gently pulls my nipple as my hand travels over his drawstring and slides over his very hard cock.

He hisses. “Oh, babe.”

I roll further towards him as I feel my way over his seizable length. I can tell that even through the fabric of his pants.

Holy moly.

I could tell those couple of weeks back when he drew me to orgasm from sitting on him he had the goods down there. I’ll worry about how we’re going to fit together later. “Ty, oh my god, you feel so good.” I squeeze and he hisses again, his spare hand reaching for my other breast, then he pulls on both nipples at once.

My head rolls back as I moan. Everything ignites at once.

“You feel good,” he breathes. “Roll on top, baby. I need to suck them.”

I let my robe fall further off my shoulders while keeping my hand stroking his cock, and roll over the top of him, straddling his legs. He watches me fondle him with an intense fascination in his eyes while he kneads my breasts. I don’t have to see him fully to know the dark look in his eyes. I bend forwards, lowering my breasts towards his face as he reaches up to wrap his lips around one. I push my hips into him, while I still keep my hand stroking him over the top of his pants.

“Ty, ohhh,” I throw my head back at how good it feels. The heat rising to my cheeks and my core throbbing so damned much. I feel like I’m going to explode.

“I love these,” he says, reaching for the other one and giving it the same attention.

I’m beginning to learn I love nipple play. He could play with them all day long.

Hearing the soft noises he makes while he’s paying them attention is such a turn on. His tongue feels my hard peaks and when he pulls with his teeth, my core throbs even more.

“Ty, I love that. It’s so good.”

“You rubbing me is good, baby. Your hot little hand.”

I fumble with the drawstring. I’ve no real clue exactly what I’m doing, but I want to feel him. I want this closeness… And, oh my, he has no underwear on.

As I slide my hand under his pants, I feel the heat of his skin against my fingers. I trail over his hardness as I gasp. He hisses again as his hips buck. Everything he does is so damned sexy.

I take a hold of him as he pops my nipple out of his mouth and licks me tenderly. My breast bobbing with the movement.

“Cind,” he murmurs.

“Is this what you’ve been hiding, Tyler?”

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