Page 63 of Home for Justice
And then the fireworks she had worried might not exist exploded behind her closed lids. Dazzling flashes of white and gold danced across her vision as waves of pleasure crashed over her. As the trembling began to ebb, a coolness brushed against her slick folds, making her shudder.
Her eyes flew open. Tyler loomed over her, braced on his forearms, a smug, satisfied grin curving his mouth. And as he licked his lips slowly, savoring the taste of her, she barely managed a breathless, “Oh, fuck, that’s sexy.”
His answering chuckle vibrated against her lips as he covered her mouth with his, kissing her deeply, making her taste the evidence of her own desire on his tongue.
“You...” she gasped between kisses, “you need to... I... the... you?—”
The orgasm had clearly stolen her ability to form a coherent sentence, but somehow, miraculously, he understood.
Still smiling, he reached for the nightstand, snagging a foil packet, tearing it open with shaking hands. She watched, enthralled, as he sheathed himself, the sight almost enough to send her spiraling again.
She lifted her legs, welcoming him, her entire body thrumming with anticipation. He moved over her, positioning himself at her entrance, the tip of his cock teasing her slick folds.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice rough, his eyes burning into hers with fierce restraint.
She loved him for asking. Loved him for still offering her a choice, even now. But there was no hesitation left inside her. “Yes,” she whispered, fierce and sure. “Now.”
His grin widened, wicked and gorgeous, and with one thrust, he buried himself inside her, filling her in one powerful push.
She gasped, the sound sharp, needy when she felt the fullness of the stretch.
He stayed still, watching her, gauging her reaction, waiting for her to nod before he began to move. And then he did. He set a hard, driving rhythm, thrusting deep, forcing every thought from her mind except the exquisite, raw feel of him inside her.
He shifted, lifting her thighs higher, bracing them over his hips, and the change in angle had him hitting something deep inside her that made her cry out. It wasn’t slow. It wasn’t gentle. It was everything she needed—fierce, consuming, a purging of fear and doubt.
Without a word, he knew what she craved… what she had been starved for.
His hand slipped between them, his thumb finding the taut nerves, pinching lightly. The overload was too much. Pleasure speared through her like lightning, and she came again, harder than before, her body clenching around him, her vision blurringas she cried out his name. Clinging desperately to his shoulders, she barely held on as her body shook beneath the force of her release.
Through the haze of her orgasm, she watched the tight strain of his face, the clenched jaw, the way his muscles bunched beneath her hands. He drove into her twice more, then threw his head back with a guttural roar as his own release overtook him, spilling into the condom as he pulsed inside her.
The sound of his pleasure, the sheer rawness of it, seared itself into her heart as surely as the memory of this moment would be etched into her forever.
For a moment, she thought he might collapse on top of her, but even with his arms visibly shaking, he somehow managed to hold himself up. With a final, lingering kiss to her forehead, he carefully withdrew, slipping away just long enough to dispose of the condom and duck into the bathroom.
She heard the flush, the water at the sink, and then he was back with no hesitation. He was just Tyler, real and raw and hers. He crawled into bed beside her, immediately reaching for her, pulling her close.
They lay tangled together, the covers shoved to the foot of the bed, their skin still damp and cooling, hearts racing. Justice rested her cheek over his heart, feeling the heavy, reassuring thud against her ear, matching the pounding in her own chest. The same sound from the first time she’d hugged him.
Silence filled the room. It wasn’t awkward or uncertain, but warm and full. The kind of silence that settled between two people who hadn’t just had sex, but who had shared something life-altering. Something that felt bigger than either of them could yet name.
She started to wonder if she should get up, get dressed, slip away to give them both space to process… but before she couldmove, his arms tightened around her, anchoring her against him.
“I have to tell you, Justice,” he murmured, his voice rough and earnest against her hair, “that was the most intense thing I’ve ever felt. It’s like… you were made for me. From the first hug you gave me, everything just clicked into place.”
The words washed over her, warm and steady, loosening the last lingering fears inside her heart. She pushed up onto her elbow, looking down into his face, his eyes open and unguarded beneath her gaze. A slow, genuine smile curved her lips. “Same for me,” she whispered.
He reached up, gently tucking a damp strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering to trace her cheek. “It was only our first time,” he said, wonder lacing his words, “but it blew me away.”
Justice laughed softly, the sound tender and a little shaky. “I’m almost embarrassed to admit,” she confessed, “that I had doubted fireworks even really happened during sex.” She kissed the corner of his mouth, feeling his smile. “But with you? Every single touch felt like an explosion.”
Their mouths met again, only this time slower and deeper. Not rushed nor frantic. Just savoring this new, fragile, perfect beginning. When they finally pulled apart, his forehead rested against hers.
“Can you stay?” he asked, his voice low and full of something that tugged deep inside her.
“You couldn’t drag me away,” she whispered back.
His answering laugh was soft, full of relief and something that felt suspiciously close to joy. He reached down, grabbed the covers, and pulled them up over their tangled bodies, cocooning them in warmth.
