“Then I guess we might as well have sex, Tyler.”
Only he didn’t know it wasn’t their first time. She was more than aware of that. Would he remember when he was sunk into her body? She didn’t think he would. Would that crush her more than she’d already been crushed? It might.
His movements stopped as he looked into her eyes.
“You’d better make sure this is what you want, Elena. I don’t require sacrifices.”
He pressed against her, letting her feel his arousal. Heat surged through her, cementing her choice. She didn’t know this new Tyler, didn’t really know what kind of man he’d turned out to be, but she suddenly knew that if she didn’t make love to him again, she would regret it to the end of her days.
He was her first childhood crush, her first best friend. He had failed her in so many ways and she had no doubt that he would fail her again. But why not do what she truly wanted to do?
He’d already sunken into her body once so it wasn’t like she was sleeping around with multiple men. This wouldn’t make her a horrible person — just a human.
“I can admit that I want you, Tyler.”
“Are you sure, Elena? I won’t be able to stop once we start,” he said, his fingers tightening in her hair and his body pressing even closer to hers.
“I’m sure, Tyler.”
He reached for her and she held up a hand. “What?” he asked.
“I’ll be right back.”
She rushed to his bathroom to take care of necessary business. She took exactly five minutes to take a record-breaking shower and brush her teeth with an unused toothbrush that she’d filched from his cabinet.
When she came back out, Tyler pulled her into the bed without hesitation and flipped her onto her back. His eyes were burning with need.
“I thought you might change your mind,” he said before bending down and kissing her.
“No. There will be no mind changing this time,” she assured him.
Then he pressed into her and she felt the full weight of his body, his manhood pushing against her heated core. It sent waves of desire up and down her body.
Tyler ran his mouth down her jaw, then her neck. He growled in frustration at the barrier of her shirt as he moved lower, but that problem didn’t last long. She basked in the feel of him, and her moans mixed with his. Her fingers trailed down his back as he spread her thighs and rested between them.
He rubbed his arousal against her, and she raised her hips, wanting to skip the foreplay and feel him thrusting inside her. She needed that connection, needed their bodies entwined.
But he began moving, kissing his way down her body, making her quiver with each new place he found, exploring her, feeding her hunger.
When he spread her open and his tongue slowly trailed up her folds, her back arched up from the bed. No, this hadn’t been the wrong choice. He was masterful in lifting her toward the greatest pleasure. The feelings were so much stronger than eight years before. Yes, it had been amazing then, but now, now it was indescribable.
Closer and closer she came to an orgasm, but then he stopped, moved to her thighs before drifting back to her little bundle of nerves and circling it with his tongue. She cried out her frustration, but he knew exactly how close to bring her before backing off again, drawing out the agonizing pleasure for what seemed like forever.
When he climbed his way back up her body and sucked on her breast while thrusting his fingers inside her wetness and flicking his thumb across her swollen bud, she tugged on his hair. She was right on the edge now.
Then she reached down, needing to feel his silk-covered hardness. Her fingers found him and she wrapped them around his erection, as far as she could, and squeezed, eliciting a groan from him that she felt through her entire body.
He kissed his way up her neck again. “Are you protected, Elena?” he asked while still pumping his fingers inside her.
“No,” she moaned. Did she care? The last thing she wanted was for him to stop.
He turned away from her, and she was actually tempted to yell at him. But he pulled out a condom from a bedside drawer and came back to her.
“Put it on,” he said, turning on his side and showing off what he had to give. Impressive.
“Gladly,” she told him throatily, grabbing the packet and ripping it open.
She’d never done this before, and she fumbled with the damn thing. And she made him groan again when she was squeezing the tip of his arousal while trying to get the latex on.
“Never mind. I’ll do it.” Getting those words out was torture.
“I’ve almost got it,” she said with an urgency she knew they were both feeling.
Though it most likely took her five times as long as it would have taken him, he allowed her to finish, and then she ran her hand up and down his hardness a few times.
“I’ve got to have you now,” he said, and he turned her onto her back without delay.
“Yes, now, Tyler!” She wrapped her legs around him and reached behind him to trail her nails along the taut muscles of his back.
She closed her eyes and waited for him, and when it didn’t happen immediately, she wiggled.
“Open your eyes, Elena.” His words were a quiet command, and she didn’t even think of disobeying him.
She looked at him, and then he sank himself fully inside her in one smooth thrust.
She immediately exploded, the pleasure growing more and more intense as her body squeezed around him in hard pulses. He moved slowly, drawing it out as they continued looking into each other’s eyes. So erotic.
“You are so damn responsive that it takes my breath away,” he whispered reverently when she felt the last of her orgasm begin to dim.