Where We Belong (A Touch of Fate #1)(77)
“Wait!” I blurt, tugging desperately to cover my marred stomach. “I have stretch marks.” My heart rate kicks up. I frantically search his face for any sign that I just completely destroyed the moment. Reaching up, he tenderly strokes a hand down my cheek. His eyes are full of compassion, and there is no trace of disappointment anywhere on his beautiful face.
“So you have stretch marks.” Tyson drops to his knees, slowly peeling the flimsy material out of my hand. He lowers his mouth to my belly, and his tongue traces the first mark. My hands fist his hair as my heart flutters from his intimate touch. “Let me love them.” He trails kisses along my belly. “They’re a remnant of the life you carried inside of you.” His fingers graze over each line he’d kissed and he looks up into my glassy eyes. “And I love that little life just as much as I love you.”
If I wasn't already head over heels in love with him, I would be now. His words cause my heart to soar higher than I ever thought possible. My body catapults forward, slamming into his. Our mouths fuse together, my lips parting against his, and unlike before, I’m the hungry one. I stroke my tongue against his, letting him have all of me, letting him know that I’m his to have. Our kiss is passionate, demanding, and destroys all other kisses before it.
Breathless, he pulls away from me, his eyes burning with desire. With steady hands he lifts my shirt up, pausing briefly to give me the chance to back out. I raise my arms and he yanks the material over my head, dropping it behind me. Chocolate eyes greedily roam my naked chest. My breathing turns to a light pant when he runs a finger down my breast, pinching my nipple. I clench my thighs together, desperately trying to calm the incessant throbbing. Seeing him between my legs, drinking me in, leaves me desperate for him.
“Lie back,” he demands, his tone soft. I comply without question. Ironically, I find this demanding side of Tyson to be a huge f*cking turn-on. “On your elbows.” I prop myself up at his authoritative tone. Watching him undress me throws my body into a frenzy, my excitement and anticipation growing so thick that my clit starts pounding. Sitting back on his haunches, he examines me, his eyes blazing as he seemingly memorizes every line and curve of my body. I'm now lying before him naked, vulnerable and unashamed.
“I’m going to take my time with you," he whispers, his breath warm on my skin as he lowers himself between my legs. I squeeze my eyes shut, a harsh moan falling from my lips when I feel his tongue slide across my apex, mere inches from my core. His hands spread my lips apart and I wait for him to devour me.
“Watch. Me,” he growls and my eyes snap open. With a devilish grin on his face, he lowers his lips to my clit. The pad of his tongue slides down my core. My toes curl and my heels dig into the bed. With each lick and every suck, my moans grow louder.
Ty's shoulders press against my thighs, spreading my legs further apart. Goosebumps run up my body when he slides a thick finger deep inside of me, thrusting slowly several times before adding a second. My eyes roll to the back of my head as he continues to bring me closer and closer to the proverbial edge. He alternates between his tongue and hands, tasting and teasing, sucking and stroking. My legs begin to tremble, my skin igniting with intense heat. I'm trying desperately to keep my eyes trained on him, but I can't—the pleasure is just too intense. His name falls from my mouth in a strangled cry as waves of pleasure crash through me. My body jerks, convulsing forcefully against his face and hand. I beg and plead for him stop, but he doesn't.
Instead, his tongue works faster against my tender clit. My gyrating hips, gripping hands, and hoarse pleas…he's immune to it all, determined to bring me back to the crest once again. He moans erotically several times, the vibrations bringing to the table a new sensation, and the feeling alone is enough to push me over the edge once more. I writhe against his mouth, my hips bucking and my hands fisted in the sheets, as my second orgasm plows through my body.
“Oh, God!” Squeezing my eyes shut, I throw my head back against the mattress as Tyson works my body to its breaking point. He continues to suck and nip my sex as the pulsating slows and my body floats leisurely back down to earth.
A cool draft flows through the open window, caressing my damp and still sensitive skin, and I peel my eyes open. Pushing up on my elbows once again, I watch Tyson work the zipper of his jeans. His eyes find mine as he pushes his jeans and boxers down his long legs in one smooth motion, and I suck in a breath as his thick cock springs free.
My heart pounds in my chest. His erection bobs when he leans down to grab a condom out of his pocket and my mouth waters. I've never found the act of giving a blowjob appealing, but for some reason—with Tyson—I want to do it. I want to bring him to the brink with my mouth like he did for me. I want to taste him on my tongue, and I want to feel him lose control as his body submits to me.
I kick off the bed and drop to the floor in front of him as he stands to his full height. My hands slide up his legs, feeling his warm skin against mine. I stroke him once, twice, and a pool of pre-cum forms at his tip. I twirl my tongue around the thick head before I take him deep into my mouth, surrounding him as far as my throat will allow.
“Fuck!” he gasps, gripping the side of my face. I slide my tongue along the underside of his shaft and suck hard, causing him to buck against my mouth. My sex is still throbbing from having his mouth on me, and when he lets out a deep growl, I slide my hand down my stomach and over my clit, trying to calm the impending storm.