He gave her what she wanted…needed…pushing his c*ck deep inside of her before pulling it out for a brief second, only to thrust his shaft back into her hot, velvet pocket. He moved in a maddening pace, his body betraying him as he struggled to deny himself release, knowing it would only heighten the reward in the end. This wasn’t just about himself anymore – not like all of the others, this woman meant something to him and he wanted to make sure she was pleasured in every way.
“God, Tyler, please!” she begged, and finally, he gave in, suddenly switching to a violent frenzy of a rhythm that offered no mercy. He would claim her as his own, and leave her ravished and satisfied.
Valerie’s back banged against the wall with rapid force as Tyler drove into her like a jackhammer, causing her p**sy to pulsate in a violent stream of orgasm after orgasm until she was entirely spent. She cried out his name, clawed at his shoulders, and screamed her pleasure in wordless throes of passion. It all culminated in a final moment, with Tyler pushing deep inside her with his own release, and her entire body buzzed as he exploded, just before they both went limp.
It took all of Tyler’s willpower to keep holding Valerie up as the energy drained from his body. He was having difficulty breathing, and he could barely support his own body with wobbly legs. But he could tell Valerie wouldn’t be able to stand, so finally, he lifted her from him, both of them groaning as he slid out of her, and helped her to balance herself against the wall. He leaned over her, kissing her deeply and thoroughly, his thirst quenched but his hunger for her never satisfied.
She looked up at him in wonder, her lids hooded so she had to strain to see properly, as he grabbed the body scrub and wash and began to lather her body with soap, washing her as if it was a kind of worship.
“Tyler, I…” She wasn’t sure she was comfortable with it. After all, sex was one thing, but so many of the little imperfections, the curves she hated could go unnoticed there. In this incredibly intimate situation, there was nothing off limits, nothing that couldn’t be seen.
“Shh,” he told her, massaging her br**sts in circles with the sudsy material until she closed her eyes and moaned, feeling them grow heavy and her n**ples taut. And as he continued down her body, rubbing the soapy loofah between her legs, over her wet folds, cleaning off their sex, it was all she could do not to get excited for him all over again.
When he was finished, Valerie felt invigorated, as if she’d come back from the dead, and she lathered her hair and rinsed while he finished cleaning himself off, and stepped out of the shower to dry and dress. When she was done, she didn’t want to come out of the shower without being wrapped in a towel, but she thought better of her shyness and threw the curtain open to find Tyler watching her like a predator waiting for his prey to tire out so he could strike.
“I suppose I should let you finish your routine in peace,” he offered, though he wanted nothing more right now than to watch her every move, then throw her in her bed and take her again, over and over, until he’d wrung both of them completely dry and they shriveled up.
Valerie shrugged, suddenly not caring that he was here as she began to towel off her hair, leaving her body fully exposed to him. It was almost fun, like teasing, and she smiled to herself. Tyler couldn’t take his eyes away from her, releasing a deep breath that rolled in a soft whistle.
“Valerie, I’m crazy about you. But are you sure that you’re ready for this?”
“Of course I’m sure.”
Tyler nodded. He knew what he wanted, what he felt for Valerie but he didn’t want her getting involved in anything that she wasn’t sure about. He knew just how crazy his family could be.
“So you don’t want to slow down a bit? Take our time in feeling all of… this… out?”
Valerie smiled. She didn’t have to even think about it. “Absolutely not.”
He chuckled, his eyes sparkling with desire. “Good answer.”
He kissed her softly, drawing her into his arms in a tight embrace until she pushed against him with a giggle, forcing him to release her so she could finish dressing.
* * *
“So, are you going racing tonight?” Valerie asked, sitting in the passenger seat of Tyler’s car.
“I am. Do you want to join me?” He sounded excited at the prospect, and while the idea of bike and car racing really frightened Valerie, she didn’t want to disappoint him.
With a tentative smile, she said, “Sure. But I’m sure it’s going to get cool, so if you don’t mind, I’d like to stop by my place and at least grab a hoodie.”
He complied, and then they were off. The crowd gathered made Valerie extremely uncomfortable, most of them, much like Tyler, the kind of people who had everything handed to them and had used money provided by their parents to build their racing machines. And as Tyler introduced her to several of his friends and competition, she felt the superiority complex most of them harbored. She felt unwelcomed and out of place, even with Tyler holding her hand, and as he prepared for his race, she wished she’d just gone home.
“I’ll be back in just a couple of minutes. You’re okay, right?” he asked, kissing her forehead.
“I’m fine. Go win this.” It was a complete lie; she hated the idea of being alone, surrounded by people in a completely different class from herself, but what choice did she have now? So, she stood there, hugging herself tightly as she watched the race begin. She focused on the cars and held her breath as Tyler took a small lead, then let it out with a cry of triumph as he crossed the finish line first. As promised, he was back in moments, hugging her and celebrating as he collected his winnings.
He’d wanted to go another round, but he could tell that Valerie’s stress level was through the roof. He wasn’t sure why, but he decided it needed to be an early night, and he needed to get her home. “Come on, let’s go.”
She frowned at him in question. “Where are we going?”
“Your place. I just won three grand. I think that’s a big enough taking for one night.” Punctuating each statement with a kiss, he continued, “I want to take you home. And take you to bed. And make love to you. Until neither one of us has the strength to lift a finger.”
Just the thought made everything inside Valerie clench and cry out for Tyler’s touch, and she wasn’t about to argue. Letting him guide her to where he’d left the car with an arm securely fastened around her waist, she leaned into him, drowning herself in the scent of his aftershave and realizing that, at least for now, she would get to fall asleep and wake up with that smell and the feel of his warm, luscious body next to hers.
If it were her choice, they’d probably spend the next week in bed, testing every position imaginable, tasting every inch of each other, but then again, she had to get to work, and she didn’t want to distract Tyler from the job hunt either. She had no idea what direction he intended to go, but Valerie had a few ideas of her own about that.
In the meantime, she’d take what she could get, and it was Friday night. They had all weekend to explore each other’s bodies. And they would start tonight.
* * *
Three months later…
Groaning and stretching as the alarm went off, Valerie rolled over and kissed Tyler on the cheek. “Hey, working man, it’s time for you to get up, too.”
Tyler grumbled as he threw back the covers and rolled to a sitting position, rubbing his eyes. In all honesty, he didn’t really need a day job. He was making more than enough money racing, and he was hoping that the audition with the minor league hockey team this weekend would go well. However, he had no way to account for his earnings legally, and so he figured this was the easiest way.
While Tyler wasn’t exactly excited at the prospect of being a lawyer, he also knew that hockey and racing weren’t things he could count on forever, and as he started to age, he’d need something to fall back on.
He stood, walked around the bed, and kissed Valerie as she, too, sat up and stuffed her feet into her slippers, then headed to the kitchen to brew some coffee. He heard the shower start and almost laughed at how quickly he’d fallen into a comfortable routine.
He sat down at the kitchen table, his eyes still bleary and his body stiff. They’d had a good round of sex last night, and then he’d slept like the dead. Sex was a great workout, but he was slacking, hadn’t been to the gym because it was just easier to avoid old crowds. He needed to set up somewhere else, stay on top of his game, especially if he expected to survive this tryout on Saturday.
As he thought about how Valerie had prodded him into making that appointment, he felt an incredible tenderness toward her that went beyond love. Of course he loved her; he’d never felt this way about anyone. But he also respected and virtually worshipped her. She thought of him constantly and wanted him to be happy. And he wanted to make her happy.
Which was why he’d bought a ring but had not proposed.
Tyler knew that Valerie really had no idea as to the depth of his feelings for her. It seemed as though no matter how much he tried to show her how important she was to him, she was always second-guessing herself. She felt unworthy, and he wanted more than anything to be with her for the rest of his life. He figured there was no better way to prove that than to ask her to be his wife.
At the same time, he feared she would assume his proposal was simply to fulfill the obligations his father had set forth so he could take possession of the trust fund. Which wasn’t the case. After all, he’d been happier these last few months with her and his own money than he ever had living on his father’s dime.
“Why so glum?” Wrapped in her terrycloth robe, Valerie breezed into the kitchen, startling him and interrupting his internal musing. He gave her a quick smile and shook his head, getting up to pour coffee for the both of them.
Valerie didn’t miss the way he ignored the question. There was something on Tyler’s mind, and it frightened her. He’d been lost in thought a lot over the past couple of weeks, and she could only imagine what it could be about. Likely, he was becoming bored and restless with the same routine every day, the same woman in his bed. She had hoped this whole hockey thing would drag him out of whatever inner turmoil he faced, but it didn’t look like he even cared about that anymore.
He hadn’t mentioned the tryout since he’d set the appointment.
She was losing him, and she knew it, but she needed to make the effort, for her own sanity. He was worth fighting for – they were worth fighting for, even though deep down she knew that she had little to offer him that he couldn’t get from someone else.
She wrapped the robe tighter around her waist as she sat across from him, thinking about just how average she was compared to the women that he was used to dating before her. She didn’t present the image that fit with him and what he was expected to be attracted to. In return she didn’t have the same interests that he had although they could laugh for hours, when it came to racing she cringed each time he drug her along. The only thing they did particularly well together was sex, and while that aspect of their relationship was phenomenal, Valerie felt Tyler drawing back.