Loving Her (Mitchell Family #9)(37)

“It hurts so much. I feel like my life is over, even though I know it isn’t.”

I wrapped my arms tightly around him, laying my head against his chest. As I closed my eyes, I could feel that he’d begun to cry. His body shook as he sobbed and I couldn’t look at him, because I knew I’d lose it as well. He needed to let it out, instead of keeping his emotions bottled up.

After he settled down, I took my time washing the both of us. Ty leaned against the shower wall with his eyes closed. I knew he was trying to relax, although it seemed impossible. Even though what we were going through was horrible, I had to appreciate his devotion to Bella. It only proved to me that he deserved to be the only father to her. I hate to admit it about anyone, but I was glad Tucker was dead. There was no way I’d ever want her to know him, or anyone else in his family.

When we got out of the shower, Ty didn’t say much. He dropped his towel next to the bed and climbed in naked. I did the same, knowing that putting on clothes would be a waste of time. Clearly, his intentions to be close to me hadn’t gone away.

We met in the middle of the bed. His arms pulled me close and our first kiss was slow and passionate. I liked when Ty kissed me that way. It was more than just a physical kind of kiss. There was no tongue involved; just our lips pressed together, like he was being fueled by my love for him.

When they finally began to intensify and our tongues began to play together, I knew his plans hadn’t changed. Ty always chose sex over cuddling, not that I ever complained. After all of the years that we’d been together, it never got old. We experimented and kept things new, so that the only thing we had to complain about was finding time to be alone. Often, we’d end up sneaking a quickie in our closet, or other places where the kids wouldn’t look.

I could tell he was getting turned on. As my hands traveled, his kisses became ravenous. “Are you tryin’ to eat me alive?”

“Maybe,” he said as he nibbled on my neck. Ty took my hand and put it against his cock, where he made it jump.

I giggled, imagining him thinking something like that would impress me. It wasn’t that long ago that he’d stood on top of the bed, swinging it around and claiming to be a helicopter. Then he proceeded to say it was having engine failure when it started to jump up and down. As fascinating as it was that men could control that muscle, I was definitely not turned on. Instead, I laughed so hard that I think I may have peed a little. Tears had run down my eyes, and Ty got so offended that he went to bed angry.

His obsession with his own penis was sometimes disturbing, and after seeing how my boys acted, I knew they’d both be the same way. Just the other day, they got punished because they were standing in the tub peeing on each other and laughing about it.

Who does that?

“It’s throbbing for you, baby.”

His sentence brought me back to the task at hand, literally.

I took ahold of him, feeling his stiff girth with my palm. After just a few strokes, he was giving me that look, like I was in for a good time.

I dug my hands into his wavy brown hair, pulling him into a deep kiss, where our teeth collided. His tongue was warm and as it mingled with mine I could feel that fire between my legs. Ty could make me wet just by talking to me dirty, so I wasn’t surprised that our emotions were heightened in lieu of our predicament. Then that fire ignited again between my legs. My body began to react to the way he explored my skin, while our tongues became one as they moved around. His hand found what it was looking for, when I felt it sliding between my legs, touching me in that special place that he knew so well. It brushed over the lips of my sex, before spreading me open and allowing him to feel just how much I wanted to be with him.

He started kissing his way down my body, taking a few extra moments to suck hard on each of my tits. When his tongue flicked each nipple, cries escaped me. I was breathless for his persuasive moves in getting me hot and bothered. Ty’s hands knew me too well. They knew where to touch me, in spots that no one else would ever know. He knew how much I loved it when he teased my nipples with his tongue. He wasn’t just sucking on them or licking them. As his lips pulled away, his teeth bit down. It felt so good and I ran my hands into his hair, holding him in place with a fist full of locks. While he was already on his knees, he softly kissed down my stomach, stopping before he reached the top of my most sensitive area. He looked up at me and laughed, while still placing kisses on my inner thighs. “Spread these legs, because I’m planning on eating my way to your heart.”

I watched him reach out and run two fingers over the lips of my * while watching himself doing it. He licked his lips and the tingling throughout my body increased. He flicked my clit, sending pain and pleasure from my sensitive bud all the way to my nipples. Ty moved his fingers down and started rubbing my lips, then back up to my clit. I watched him licking his lips, like I was the biggest steak he couldn’t wait to dive into. When his mouth made contact with my throbbing *, I thought I was going to lose it. I felt his tongue driving into my hot spot, not slow like he’d done a million times before. He made it hard, and pierced it in me like a dick, while his thumb rubbed over my clit, applying the right amount of pressure to make my body shudder and feel waves of pure physical bliss. His tongue moved faster and I pulled his hair as I cried out in pleasure. “Oh God, yes, please don’t stop, Ty.”

He kept licking, savoring my juices as I attempted to catch my breath. It amazed me how much a little stress could make sex a different experience. All of my senses became heightened, perhaps because we needed to focus everything on what we were doing, instead of what we were worried about.