Page 33 of Her Maine Distraction

“Ready for dessert?” he asks, his eyes flaring with double meaning.

“Mhmm,” I hum, not trusting what would come out of my mouth if I spoke. Probably something along the lines of,please touch me. Just put your hands on me and put me out of my misery. Lift me up on this counter and lay me out. Just do something.

But I say none of that. Instead, I take my seat again, and he cuts us each a slice of cake. The tension between us is palpable, and I know he wants to touch me just as much as I need him to.

With one bite, I close my eyes, and a low moan rumbles from my chest, loving the sugary sweetness of the cream melting on my tongue.

Tyler’s fork immediately clatters to the counter, and in a blur, he stands, spinning me on my stool so I’m facing him. He steps between my legs, and I’m forced to spread my thighs in order to accommodate his massive body.

He grips my chin, lifting my face up to his. “I can’t take hearing that sound come out of your mouth one more time without it being because of me,” he growls, slamming his mouth down on mine.

Every thought I had disintegrates as I melt into him, his lips an answered prayer, granting me my every wish.

His hot tongue swipes across the seam of my lips and I open for him without question, moaning the second his meets mine.

A fire rages beneath my skin from everywhere he touches me. His hands slide down my neck, my arms, around my waist, down my thighs, and back.

It’s like I’ve never been kissed before this moment. I’ve never been touched. I’ve never been anything but asleep to what being with a man really means.

As if I’ve been walking through life in a haze of grey and beige, Tyler just lit my world on fire, splashing colors where everything was dull.

He grips my waist, bunching my dress in his hands and pushing himself against me, forcing me into the counter, the edge digging into my back. But I welcome it. Wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him even closer, he groans, the vibration of it traveling down through me like a bolt of lightning between my legs.

When I start to lose my breath, I tear my lips away, gasping for air as he kisses his way down my neck. He nips the curve that meets my shoulder, and I shudder, sensitive to everything he does.

My breathy sighs come in quick pants as a heavy feeling settles in my chest.

Tyler towers over me, his aqua eyes like blue flames staring down at me – captivating, burning, and swallowing me up until I’m a pile of ash for his to rebuild and take however he wishes.

Keeping his eyes on mine, he reaches behind me and holds up his finger covered in whipped cream, swiping some on my bottom lip, the spot below my ear, and the hollow of my throat.

He takes his hands off of me and grips the counter on either side of my torso, leaning forward, going for the hollow of my throat first.

Fisting his shirt, I hold myself back from pulling him against me.

I feel his hot breath first, and then my head falls back, sighing as his tongue dips into the crevasse at the base of my throat, swirling it around to capture all of the cream in one take.

Planting a kiss there, Tyler drags his lips up my neck, swirling his tongue around the spot below my ear, eliciting another moan from me.

Mimicking his previous conquest, he plants a kiss in place of the cream, and breathes me in, slowly making his way across my jaw with soft kisses before taking my bottom lip between his. Sucking the cream from it with gentle nibbles, I can’t hold back any longer, and I pull him fully against me, kissing him with everything in me.

I need more of him.

If kissing him was a revelation to everything I’ve been missing, I need to know what sex will be like.

“Tyler,” I rasp against his lips, but he silences me with his hands – sliding them up my thighs, taking my dress with him.

His hands are beautifully rough from working with them, and the feel of his callouses against my smooth, unmarked skin, sends shivers through me.

Tyler slips his fingers under the waistband of my panties, and I tighten my legs around his hips, my core throbbing in anticipation.

It’s in these seconds that hold everything that it means to be with someone for the first time. The anticipation. The unknown. The possibilities. It’s all there.

Tyler’s fingers slide through my folds and we both groan into the other – a joined feeling of relief and just…yes.

Slipping two fingers into me with ease, my neck falls back, the moan that leaves my lips a sound I don’t recognize.

With sure, defined moves, he works his fingers inside of me, a storm immediately building. I know I won’t last long.

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