Page 173 of Severed Heart
“This isn’t a game for me.” I shudder beneath him. “I need to feel you.”
“It’s never been a game for me,” he counters so seriously that we both stop moving. “I love you.There’s no game inside that truth, I promise, butthere isforeplay.” His dimple pops, and I groan at the sight. “And at that, General, Iexcel.”
“Please, Tyler, I feel fine, ah,” I cry as he lowers his head between my legs, locking one over his muscular shoulder before he slowly dips, licking me wholly with a long swipe of his skilled tongue over my panties. Gripping the fingers I have twisted in his hair, he lowers them to the sides of the silk he’s licking along before giving his rough order.
“Spread yourself for me, baby, and I’ll make it quick. I don’t want to hurt you.” His fast exhales set my sensitive skin alight even through the material. “Do it,” he orders, just before I pull myself apart for him, the only barrier the slip of silk. The instant I obey, he runs a sure finger up my slit, easily finding my clit a second before he furiously begins to lick it, exactly where I’m pulsing and needy. The sensation of his intense licks is so overwhelming that I clamp my legs around his head. His rough chuckle hits my thighs, his light stubble brushing against them before he palms my legs open, holding them easily. “Open for me,” he commands roughly.
The second I do, I’m instantly pulled under.
“Tyler,” I draw out, my mewl fueling him as he begins to rapidly dart his tongue against the throbbing ache. Within mere breaths, my chest is heaving, desire running rampant. Just as the rush begins, he pulls my throbbing clit into his mouththroughmy panties, sucking feverishly until I explode. Wave upon wave of pleasure crashes into me, through me, as I come utterly undone beneath him. He palms my thighs wider, prolonging my orgasm by sucking lightly until I become a shuddering puddle beneath him.
Lifting, he instantly moves to my side, kissing me and restoking my need before pulling back and gazing down at me. “You’re so beautiful to me, you know that, right? You didn’t have to spend a single dollar to showcase what I can so easily see.”
“I wanted to,” I manage to relay as my body shakes and hums in the aftermath. “It was just as much for me. It’s been too long since I’ve cared for myself.”
He nods in understanding as I palm his jaw.
“My God, how I wanted that look for me in your eyes, the look you have now. Every night, I have been tempted to cross that hall, to kiss your skin until you wake.” Gliding my palm down his stomach, I dip into his briefs and grip his cock as the fantasy I started and have been fueling since I began gaining strength takes hold. “To taste you. And...I’m no longer asking. As you said, Soldier, turnabout is fair play.”
“Fuck, baby,” he grunts as I jerk his massive length, “just... easy,” he utters with concern before I clamp his mouth with my palm, kissing the expanse of his chest as he chuckles against it. His groan vibrates against my hand as I flick his nipple and lower my kiss, running my tongue along every muscle, and his enormous cock pulses in my tight grip in response. I lower my kiss as I continually pump the silky skin, anticipation running through me like wildfire.
“So many nights I’ve thought of you,” I murmur as he tracks my every move with molten brown eyes. “Of how you fucked me, made love to me, of how it felt between us.”
“Turnabout is fucking right because if you keep touching me and talking like this, this is going to get embarrassing for me,” he says, threading his hand into my hair before running his thumb along my jaw.
“So many days after—years after—I wondered how it was possible to crave a manso muchand obsess over every touch. I thought I had lost more of my mind,” I tell him honestly, paving a path with my lips while lightly pumping his cock in my hand. An instant later, he goes utterly still to restrain himself, releasing a frustrated groan.
“Would you reconsider?” I ask, hoping he’ll change his mind.
“No,” he answers instantly, “but not because I don’t want to, because I do. A lot. In our future.” He whispers his finger along my cheek, and I capture it, sucking the pad of it into my mouth.“Jesus, you are fighting so fucking dirty ... but I’m willing to negotiate.”
I can’t help my victorious grin. “What are your terms?”
“Gainfive morepounds and walk up the hillside next to our housewithout getting winded, and I’ll give you as much of this as you want.” He pumps his cock into my tight fist before lifting his lips into a deviant smirk. “Probably more than you can handle.”
“That sounded more like an order, and who told you smug was so fucking sexy?” I grumble.
“You didthis morning while you were goading me about other women, and we talked door socks while you fucked me with your eyes.”
“Youhave noticed everythingthese past few weeks,” I hiss in frustration, climbing back up briefly to sink my teeth into his lip.
“Ouwch, shibt,” he groans, his cock growing impossibly harder in my hand as I suck his newly bitten lip before issuing my warning.
“I accept your challenge,” I issue in a warning of my own. “You will soon discover that I,too,have an appetite, Soldier,” I utter, biting into his jaw as he chuckles. It’s when I run my thumb along his fat crown that his laughter stops altogether. As my kiss lowers, he keeps his fingers in my hair, massaging my scalp, his voice covering me with every word.
“Fuck ... you feel so good,” he mumbles as I lick every place I’ve imagined on his chest, along every ridge of his abdomen, and further down until I’ve reached the light trail of hair leading to his briefs. Unable to help myself at the sight of his perfect dick as I unveil it at the top of his waistband, I immediately inhale the engorged head to feast.
“Jesus,” he grits out as I start vigorously pumping him with my hand, swirling my tongue around his tip, tracing it again and again, moaning my need for him as I do it.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he hisses, my hair growing tighter in his fist as I relax my throat to take in what I can. His cock is impossibly large. So much so, I’m only able to fit a fraction of him into my mouth, gagging on him as I do. Determined, I soak his shaft as much as possible while pumping his ridiculous girth in my unrelenting grip.
“Goddamn,” he groans as he gently starts to thrust in. I pop him out of my mouth and, with the victorious lift of my lips, issue my order.
“Stop flirting andfuckmy mouth.”
“Delphine.” His eyes flare, even as he voices his concern.
“Do it,” I command, “I’m not made of glass, Soldier.”
