Page 53 of Embers in Our Souls
“I want you in me. I think you said something about fucking me hard and rough.” This time when I move my hips, I feel his hard cock brushing against my center and he moans. I’m soaking for him at this point and I assume he’s coated with my wetness.
“Fuck, you’re really making it hard for me to prolong this,” he says, biting my nipple, causing me to cry out. “So fucking sensitive. I love that.” He drags his tongue along my sensitive bud and I whimper.
“Tyler, please,” I beg, needing to feel another release. It’s been years in the making at this point and I’m at a breaking point.
He reaches over, grabbing the foil packet. Once he’s rolled the condom on, I see he’s ignored the lube, probably because I’m more than ready for him without it.
He sits back, his erection at attention, with a look of adoration in his gaze. With hooded eyes, he licks his lower lip.
“You’re absolute perfection, Indy. Once I start fucking you, I might never stop,” he admits.
“Promise?” I say, with a coy smile.
Without another word, Tyler lines himself up, and plunges in. I feel so full, so complete. We both moan in satisfaction, and I wrap my legs around his middle. He doesn’t move right away. He swings his head back and cries out, just as lost in this feeling as I am.
“Fuck, Indy. I forgot how good you feel,” he says and I’m still getting used to his size. He’s stretching me to the point I can’t even form words.
He pulls out of me all the way to the tip, then slams in again. This time, I scream out in euphoria. It doesn’t take long for my orgasm to begin to build again. His cock is hitting that spot, especially the way my clit is bumping against his pubic bone. It’s damn perfection.
My breasts are so sensitive, the way they’re bouncing as he plunges into me is almost painful. I feel like everything is adding to this addictive feeling that’s going to push me over the edge.
“Ty, I’m right there. Keep fucking me like that,” I tell him.
He decides to push me a little further, grabbing one of my legs, and bringing it over his shoulder. It feels like he’s pushing his dick even deeper. Holy shit, how the hell am I going to survive a whole weekend of this man?
That’s it, my orgasm surges through me like a damn rocket ship. Stars, no fireworks, go off throughout my body. I scream his name, and my vision goes blank for a second time. It’s the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced.
While I’m coming down from my own high, it only intensifies for Tyler. He brings my leg down and opens me wider, pounding into me rapidly. The headboard is striking the wall at a faster rate, and I couldn’t care less if the entire neighborhood can hear us. Watching this man lose himself because of me and our passion is beyond intoxicating.
His face is pulled into a euphoric trance, his brows tense. I look down to watch his dick move in and out of me; it’s so fucking hot. His pace is relentless and soon I can tell he’s close, only spurring me on to feel another impending orgasm of my own.
“I can feel you tightening around me, Indy. Are you close again?” he asks me between heaving pants.
I nod, unable to use words at this point.
“Come with me, baby,” he says and the slapping of skin only adds to the intensity between us.
He brings his thumb to my clit and I detonate. Tyler brings his mouth to mine and my moans get swallowed by our connection. He releases into the condom, pumping into me a few more times. He falls to my side, whispering my name ashis breaths are coming in heavy pants, both of us sweating and spent.
He moves his hands above me, pulling at the silk scarf, until my arms are free. My hands fall to my sides, my chest heaving to catch my breath.
I look over at him and he’s staring at the ceiling.
“Shit, Indiana. You’re going to wreck me this weekend.” He laughs, then I’m lost as his eyes meet mine. “That was intense.”
I smile at him, feeling like my whole world just flipped. I don’t know if he realizes what he’s done to my life, but I know I’ll never be the same.
We continue staring at each other. The last five years have been about the use of words on paper, and yet, right now, it feels like no words are needed to communicate at all. Our eyes do so much of the communicating instead. Like he sees inside my soul and I inside his.
We finally get up from the bed and head into the shower. What starts off innocently to rinse off, turns dirty again when I’m on my knees and watch Tyler unravel as I take him in my mouth.
The next day, we head out to lunch. I hadn’t prepared to have anyone in my apartment, aside from me, so I’m not stocked up on food. The moment we step foot outside, the biting cold hits us, and Tyler wraps his arms around me. It’s the first time I feel protected by him. I lean into his warmth, and his hand grips my shoulder tighter.
“The diner isn’t far. They serve the best patty melts,” I tell him.
“You know those are my weakness.” He kisses my temple and something about the gesture feels more affectionate.
“I remember.” I keep my gaze forward as we walk toward the restaurant, trying to keep the flutter in my heart from taking off into a sprint.
