Page 65 of Whirlwind
“If I get my wish, always exactly like this,” he says, coating my clit with my own wetness as he rubs a finger around it. “Kiss me, Kit.”
He leans down, stopping when our noses touch, and waits for me to close the distance. As soon as I do, his tongue dips between my lips. He’s warm, soft, and slick. Our tongues fight a battle, neither winning nor losing. All the while, Tyson continues to play with my pussy. When I can’t take any more, I moan and hike my leg up over his hip. He rolls us so I’m atop him, propping me up to sit high on his chest, his hands busy behind me, sliding the condom down into place.
“Lean down for me, Kit. Your eyes stay with me, okay?”
As instructed, I run my hands up his sculpted chest and over his shoulders until they land on either side of his face.
“You ready?”
“More than,” I say truthfully, even as my eyes fill with unwanted water. “Please, Tyson.”
His hands hold the globes of my ass, positioning me where he wants me. Then, I feel his tip at my entrance. I gasp. Not in fear—in anticipation. I don’t look away as he inches farther in. Slowly.
Excruciatingly slowly.
“Tyson.”
“I’m with you, Kit.” He presses kisses all over my face until he’s in as far as he can go. “Is it okay?”
“No, it’s more than that. It’s so much more.” My voice shakes, a tear spills out. “Move, now.”
“Whatever you want,” he says through a wide smile. Then, he slides out almost all the way. I clench around him, not wanting to lose the connection. Then, he slides back in, never breaking eye contact. Keeping us connected in every way. His hips thrust further each time, slowly increasing his speed. Still, he holds me steady.
Doing all the work.
It’s exactly what I asked for. It’s everything I wanted. The friction as he glides in and out of me is amazing, and yet, not enough. Pulling at the T-shirt, I yank it over my head and throw it…I don’t know where, but away.
Skin. I need all of him pressed against all of me.
“Talk to me, Kit,” he says. “What do you feel?”
“Good. It’s so good, Tyson.”
He rolls us again. Laying me on my back, he sits up on his heels. Hands travel over my breasts, down my belly, around my hips.
“The way you take me,” he says quietly, almost as if he’s talking to himself. “Goddamned beautiful, Kit.” He looks from where he’s fucking me, to my face—it’s overwhelming. I want to look away, to hide from the connection that feels too intense. But I don’t. I’ve been doing that for too long.
I’m stronger, now. Braver.
“I need to move, too.”
“Do it, Kit. Get what you need.”
Moving my hips, I match his flow, and we move together.
A dance, delicate and beastly. Graceful but instinctual. I let my mind go and just…be. Just movement. Sex. Sensuality. Touch. Fucking.
When I reach above my head to grab on to his headboard, he clasps one hand on my breast and the other to my clit. That spot he’s getting so familiar with.
“Gorgeous cunt, gorgeous body. I’m fucking a goddess. You gonna come for me, Kit? Explode all over my cock?”
“Oh my God,” I cry.
His dirty mouth does me in, and the next time he applies pressure on my clit; it sends me over the cliff. There is no breathing, no air, no words.
Just a pulsing blood rush staccato. Every muscle tenses; time stands still as I become tiny bits of energy floating in the ether.
Tyson grunts as he starts to follow, and pulls me back into my body, back to the moment and reality. I pant through it, catching my breath and losing it again when he comes into focus. Bliss veils him, like he’s experiencing the same ecstasy I am. That doesn’t seem possible. He’s done this so much more than me.
