Page 4 of A Constant Love

I pulled him closer, eager to feel some pleasure to erase the awfulness of that night. I was a damn animal in heat, needing him so bad in that moment, I felt like I might explode.

Feeling my electricity, he matched his passion with mine and pulled me into his lap. His hands explored over every inch of me as he began removing my clothes.

First, he tugged my shirt over my head before tracing his fingers down my shoulders and back where he unhooked my bra. Slowly and methodically, he pulled it down my arms and leaned forward. His thumbs gently grazed each nipple which were pebbled from contact with the cool air. As he began to rub them between his thumb and forefinger, I let out a low moan. Every touch was like pulling an invisible string that sent heat straight to my sex.

Grabbing the hem of his shirt, I followed suit, pulling it over his head. I dug my nails into his shoulders where his black tribal designs were inked into the skin.

Even though we both wore jeans, I could feel his cock rock hard against my thigh.

I lifted myself off his lap long enough to pull my jeans and underwear off, and he did the same. His large member sprang free, and I never ceased to be amazed by it. It’s length and girth stretched out my petite frame every single time.

Once he had kicked his pants off, I climbed back on his lap, straddling him. My eyes met his as I slowly lowered myself onto his cock, slowly, taking my time to enjoy every single sensation. With every inch, a new set of nerve endings came to life.

Passion blazed in his eyes and he sank all of himself into my wet channel. Once he was buried to the hilt, I began my slow rhythm.

Moving up and down, I angled myself to get just the right amount of pressure on my clit.

Tyler’s lips found mine again, and I hungrily took all he had to offer. His tongue explored my mouth while his fingers teased my nipples.

All of the sensations combined sent enough heat through my veins, my body was on fire. The pressure inside me grew as I felt myself sailing at light speed toward a huge orgasm.

When I reached the point of no return, waves of pleasure washed over my whole body as I clenched around him.

I cried out Tyler’s name before my teeth sank into my bottom lip as I rode out my release.

Stilling for a moment, I was still coming down from the amazing high I was on, but Ty wasn’t done yet. Grabbing my hips, he thrust into me deep and fast, biting out my name as he quickly came to his own release.

When he’d finished, he gave me a final tender kiss. “I love you,” he whispered.

I returned the sentiment as I climbed off him.

Grabbing a blanket off the end of the couch, he covered us both.

“So, how did things go with the FBI guy?” He asked.

Immediately, my body went rigid, and I prayed he didn’t notice. I simply shrugged trying to seem as nonchalant as possible. “I gave him all the information I had, but honestly, he didn’t seem to know any more than the cops. He said he’d be in touch.”

Silence stood between us for a moment, and I worried he could see right through my lie. He finally said, “I’m sorry, baby. I’m sure they’ll find him. Until then, don’t let him get to you.”

He wrapped me in his large, comforting arms. And as good as it felt to be near him, I wanted to tell him that not letting James get to me was a lot easier said than done.

Chapter 3 – Tyler

The next morning, I woke up with my beautiful girlfriend beside me, her blonde hair splayed out all around her on the pillows, her skin radiant and glowing, and her mouth…snoring like a freight train.

Over the past few months, I’d learned that Sam snored almost always…unless she had fallen asleep drunk, and then she was pretty quiet all night.

My mouth curled into a smile watching her and wondering how such a loud sound could come out of such a small human being.

I pushed a strand of hair out of her eyes so I could see her beautiful face…a face I’d never get tired of looking at. I was in love with her big green eyes which somehow were innocent, yet sexy and sultry at the same time. Her pink slightly pouty lips were perfect for kissing. Her skin was milky white and so creamy smooth. And her smile was big and bright and always lit up the room.

“Hey, Trust Fund, stop staring at me,” she muttered without moving or looking at me.

Busted.

“You’re just so fun to look at,” I said while kissing her cheek and squeezing her in my arms.

“Whatever. You’re crazy,” she said while rolling over and tucking her head into my chest.

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