Page 50 of Surviving Lies

My eyes sealed shut; part ecstasy, part pain. That beautiful, searing pain as he slid in and out of me over and over again. His fingers dug into my hips, possibly drawing blood, he held on so tightly. I wrapped my arms around the pillow I held, my mouth shoved into the material to drown out my screams, my sounds of desire.

“Ty!” I grunted. “Oh, God.”

I panted as he impaled me, the speed increasing. This was not a gentle reunion. This was carnal.

We were colliding.

There were no more words. The grunts and moans of our desire filled the air between us. The rhythm was steady but rough at the same time. He was hungry.

But then he stilled.

I wiggled my ass against him, teasing him to keep moving.

“Shit, Bec, cut me some slack. I don’t want to come yet,” he panted. “It’s been so fuckin’ long and you feel too good.” He pushed in hard again but had to stop. He pulled out all the way and swiftly flipped me over onto my back.

I looked up into his eyes and saw the desire, but I saw so much more. It was as if his eyes caressed my body as he took me in. I watched him look at every part of me from top to bottom. He dropped his body on top of me, his face hovering, his eyes searching mine.

“Do you know how much I love you? That I haven’t stopped loving you one bit during this? Becca, you will always be my perfect.”

With his arms caging my head, his hands cradling my face, he slid himself inside of me. This time, he was more controlled. The slow torture as he pulled in and out was sexier than the manic fucking I was getting just moments before.

His love for me was sexy.

His golden-tipped locks from the summer sun were sexy.

His tight, ripped abs that flexed with each thrust above me were sexy.

His dirty mouth combined with words that sounded like original poetry was sexy.

His enormous cock was sexy.

Our past together, which felt like home, was sexy.

And then his rhythm increased. His movements were still fluid, but faster. He pushed himself onto one arm as he continued to rock inside of me, using the other to reach between us. His fingers deftly found my clit as his steady tempo brought us both closer to the top of our hill. My hands reached around to grab on to his ass, that fine tight ass of his. I dug my fingers in, pulling him into me even deeper.

“Fuck, Bec, that’s gonna get me. Are you close, babe? Are you gonna come?” he said, winded, in my ear.

“Keep rubbing my clit, Ty. I’m so close,” I told him.

His thumb and finger grabbed a hold of it and gave it a little tug, making me see stars. He held on as he pumped into me.

“Baby, you’ll have to take over. Let me ride you and watch you touch yourself.”

I moved my hand between us, finding my swollen clit with my fingertips. My hand circled and rubbed as he lifted his torso from me, up on his knees. Lifting my ass in his hands and holding me by my sides, he continued with rhythmic thrusts. His eyes drifted to my hand between us.

“Watching you do that, touch yourself, fuck, Becca.” His words came out in uneven staccato breaths. “It’s going to make me come, baby doll.”

He was trying to stay in control, to keep his movements smooth.

But he couldn’t. Not anymore.

He abandoned all control, and the divine assault began. As he pumped in and out of me with a vigor I’d never seen from him, I was struck by the beauty of his body. The strained muscles in his forearms as he pushed and pulled, the veins bulged through his skin. His broad shoulders flexed with every movement as they held his body over me. The planes of his abs tensed as he fucked me, emptying himself inside me.

That beautiful body of his collapsed onto mine, sweat mixing as our chests collided. We stayed like that for minutes, allowing our breathing to return to normal. Eventually, he lifted himself onto one arm and his mouth found mine for a simple, tender kiss before he pulled away.

Leaning down again, he put his mouth close to my ear.

“So, it’s been a while since I’ve done this without protection,” he said, sounding embarrassed. “Do you want me to get something to clean you?” He pulled away again, this time pulling himself out of me.

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