When his fingers met with the bottom of the hem of my shirt, he hesitated for a moment. His thumb played with the fabric, as if asking whether I wanted to continue.
He finally lifted his gaze, fixing his deep brown eyes on me. "Are you sure you want this?" he asked.
I shook my head, and he looked shocked for a moment. "I want you," I said with emphasis.
With a courage I didn't know I had, I guided his fingers beneath my shirt. I shivered at his touch as his fingertips ghosted over my bare skin.
"You're so sensitive," he whispered.
I pulled him in close and he wrapped his hand around my back, his fingers resting on the clasp of my bra, toying with it. "I've never done this before," I admitted as a whisper into his ear.
"Neither have I," he murmured against my neck before unclasping my bra. His strong hands glided against my body, and I lifted my arms up as he pulled my shirt and bra off together, throwing them down on the floor.
I was back against the wall in an instant, the coldness of the wall adding to the shivers racing through my body. I tugged at his shirt, and he pulled it off his body without hesitation. I thought he might just dive into me again, but as he pressed his bare chest against mine, he stopped, and cupped my face in his hands.
"You're the purest, most beautiful person I know," he said, tears filling his eyes. "Even in the short time I've known you, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I'm lucky I get to call you mine, even just for tonight."
I hadn't realized his words had made me cry until he swiped the tear away from my cheek with his thumb.
"Please, don't be sad," he said.
I shook my head. "I'm not sad," I replied with a smile.
"Good," he said, before finally pressing his lips against mine. The kiss was slow and deliberate. His lips moved against mine, letting me feel them, letting him feel me, before he tried to deepen it. One hand moved to the back of my neck, one to trace down my shoulder. He pulled away from me briefly, and I looked up at him. "Come on," he said, bending down.
Before I knew it, I was up in the air, my legs wrapped around his muscled torso, my arms wrapped around his thick shoulders. I rested my head in the crook of his neck as he carried me through the house, up the stairs, and finally to what I assumed was his bedroom.
He laid me down on the bed and crawled on top of me. "Just tell me if it's too much, okay? Tell me if you want me to stop."
I nodded. "It's okay, Tyson. I want this," I said, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him into me.
I'd never felt so sure and so unsure all at the same time. I was sure I wanted this, but Tyson still made me feel so unsure about, well, everything. It didn't matter though, tonight was about us.
He pressed a kiss to my lips, running his tongue along the seam of my lips, before moving down to my jaw. He worked slowly and methodically, kissing and nipping at the skin, caressing my shoulders with his hands. I was already topless, but it felt like ages before he was working his way to my breasts. By the time he finally did, my nipples were already so hard, they were begging for his touch.
He swirled his tongue around one, then the other, and moaned his appreciation. “Fuck, so beautiful,” he said, before lifting a hand to touch one, then the pair. His touches were so light that I almost couldn’t bear it. My back was arching up off the bed, begging for more.
“Please, Tyson,” I started to beg him.
“Just relax,” he hummed at me. “I’m going to give you everything you want. Just be patient.”
I’d never been the sort of girl to rush things, but laying there in just my skirt as Tyson painstakingly explored my body was almost too much to bear. The warmth of his palms finally cupped my breasts and he started to massage me. I wanted, no needed, to rub my clit, it was too much.
I moved my hand down to lift up my skirt, but suddenly, everything stopped, and he pushed my hand away. “Naughty, filthy girl,” he said. “Not until I say.”
I looked at him with wide eyes and almost whimpered. He smiled and pushed his big palm right onto my face, blocking out my vision for a second and pushing me back down onto the sheets. His hands returned to cupping my breasts, and I returned to moaning his name.
He didn’t move from that area until I could quite literally feel the wetness dripping down my thighs. Only then, did he trace a path further down my body, stopping at the waistband of my skirt.
“Hm,” he hummed. “I wonder if I should keep it on, and just flip it up,” he said, doing just that, “or pull it off entirely.”
I watched him, waiting for him to make a decision, but instead he turned his attention to me. “Which way do you want it, Tiger Lily?”
“I have to decide?” I asked nervously.
He nodded his head.
I worried my lower lip before looking at him. “Off,” I finally said.