Page 45 of Impulsive Saint
“Touch me.”
“I am touching you.” his voice was teasing as he pressed his denim-clad erection against her mound and rotated his hips.
She whined, “Naked. Now.”
His lips quirked into a knowing smile as he pulled back from her to rid himself of his pants. She was breathing hard as she watched him undress again only this time, he didn’t tell her to look away as he dropped his boxers to the floor. She barely contained a whimper at the sight of his erection.
Thick was the first word that came to mind and it made her core give another involuntary clench. She hadn’t seen a lot of cocks in her life. In fact, she’d only ever seen Aaron’s if she didn’t count the porn she’d watched and she knew enough to know the guys in those weren’t exactly your garden-variety average. She hated to compare but somewhere in the back of her mind, she couldn’t help but note how much thicker Tyler was than Aaron, which had her worrying her bottom lip, wondering if all that girth was going to do more than just stretch her.
Tyler must have seen the look of raw desire on her face falter because he smirked, “You can take me. I promise. And it’s going to feel so damn good.”
She licked her lips, suddenly slightly nervous, which was ridiculous because she wasn’t a virgin by any means and yet, “It’s been a while for me…”
“Oh yeah?” Tyler raised an eyebrow and then let his gaze trail down her body again, right to the apex of her thighs. “How long?”
“11 months.”
His gaze jerked back to her face, no doubt in an attempt to discern if she was serious. She could see the questions that flickered over his face and waited for him to demand answers. After all, he’d been at her wedding ceremony just a few days ago. He would want to know why, and how, she and Aaron had gone so long without being intimate but instead of asking any of the questions he clearly had, he surprised her again by only smiling softly.
“Spread your legs for me.”
“What?” She blinked when she realized it wasn’t a question.
“Open your legs. I want to see that sweet pink spot you said feels so empty.”
She swallowed hard when he used her words against her but she didn’t hesitate, mustering her courage and pulling her feet up the bed, spreading her legs and watching his eyes go dark as she revealed herself to him. He licked his lips and she bit her own to keep back a moan.
“Touch yourself.” he ordered, his eyes never leaving hers as he reached for his bag and unzipped a small side pocket.
She didn’t have to be told twice. She was aching to be touched so she slid one hand to her breast, squeezing and teasing her nipple. She let the other trail down her stomach and between her legs. She sighed as a jolt of pleasure coursed through her when she slid her fingers through the wetness and found her clit, rubbing it just the way she liked.
For almost a year now, her own touch and her handy-dandy rabbit had been her only source of pleasure. She knew exactly how to touch herself to get off but that wasn’t what she wanted. Not here and not now. Not tonight. So she played and teased, working herself up until her hips were moving of their own accord and gasping little moans escaped her throat without her even noticing.
Her eyes had slid shut but she could hear Tyler hurriedly scrambling through his bag. She smirked when he let out a curse and then she heard another zipper being ripped open. There was a finally a crinkle and then a tearing sound and she realized he’d been looking for a condom, and found one. Before she could open her mouth to tease him about being presumptuous, the bed sagged under his weight and he was crawling back on top of her.
“You still feel empty?”
“Yes.” she breathed out on a moan, “God, yes.”
“Let me fix that.” His big hand slipped between her thighs, his thick digits wrapping around her fingers and pulling her hand away. She let her eyes blink open just in time to watch as he brought her hand to his mouth. With his gaze on hers he sucked her wetness from each finger slowly, with filthy licks of his tongue, and she groaned, wanting that beautiful mouth and deliciously dirty tongue between her legs almost as much as she wanted to keep breathing. He was apparently reading her mind again because he shook his head, “You taste like the sweetest heaven and I want to suck your clit and fuck you with my tongue until you explode all over my face, but I just don’t have the patience, princess. Not tonight. Tonight you said you wanted fucking and that’s exactly what you’re going to get.”
Ashtyn leaned up as he positioned himself between her thighs, “Yes Tyler, please.”
“Shh. I’m right here.” He coaxed her legs wider and she could feel the thick bulge of his erection and the easy glide of latex against her wet slit. He groaned, “God, you feel so good and I’m not even in yet.”
He shifted his hips, the dense head of him pushing just inside and her breath caught. He was thick. So damn thick. Her body stretched, relaxing to let him in and he slid deeper slowly, using more willpower and patience than he’d said he was capable of as he drove into her inch by inch, letting her body adjust to his girth and leaning down to kiss her as he did. His lips teased and played against hers, distracting her from the small discomfort that came with each tiny thrust of his hips. He flicked his tongue in and out of her mouth in a parody of what she truly wanted and she moaned when she felt his balls settle against her ass, the tickle of the hairs at the base of his cock against her folds, and the deep, unrelenting fullness that told her he was seated as deep as he could go.
He stayed there so long, completely still, kissing her but otherwise not moving at all that she growled against his mouth and bit his lip. She scratched her fingernails up his back and he broke the kiss with a grunt of pain. She wrapped her legs around his waist and shifted her hips as much as he would allow having her caged between his weight and the bed.
“Tyler, please.” she cursed his name and he chuckled.
“You ready?”
“Been ready, you bastard.” She opened her mouth on a silent gasp as he tweaked her nipple, no doubt in retribution for the name calling.
“Hold onto the headboard. This isn’t going to be easy.” he promised and then, the moment she pressed her palms to the headboard, he pulled almost completely out of her and then slammed his hips forward again, causing her to slide up the bed and a pleasure-filled moan to explode from her lungs.
He pulled out and did it again. And again. And again. Until she lost count. Until she lost her grip on her sanity. Until all she could do was push back against the headboard and try to meet his deep, powerful thrusts with a lift of her hips.
