"I see that," I reply, chomping down on my sandwich. We're quiet for a few minutes while we eat, and when we're done, I look over at Tyler, who's giving me an amused look. "What?"
"You still have some mayo on your face," he says, reaching out with a thumb. His thumb brushes over my cheek before touching my lips, and for some reason I don't know, I open up, kissing the strong digit. He pulls his hand back, and I'm worried for a moment before he leans in, and unlike Sunday night, I don't stop him, our lips meeting. He's everything that I dreamed of and more, so strong, with soft, tender lips that send shivers down my back and arms.
"That . . . that was amazing,” I manage, looking into his eyes. "
He smiles, and we continue, hand in hand again as we reach his apartment building. Without a pause Tyler leads me to the front door and to the elevator, where he pulls me to him when the doors close. His lips find mine again, and suddenly we're hot, passionate, our bodies needing to feel each other and feel the closeness of another person. He pushes me against the wall of the elevator, his fiery, searing kisses burning on my neck.
The elevator stops, and we pause only long enough for him to pick me up and carry me to the door of his apartment. He fumbles with his keys, trying to keep kissing me and get his door open, until I can't stand it any longer. "Either set me down or do me right here in the hallway," I growl, pushing myself off enough that I can at least put my feet down. "I don't care which."
Tyler's answering smirk lights an even deeper fire within me. He knows what he’s doing, but he's just as caught up as I am, and he fumbles his keys out, shoving them in the door lock and getting the door open in what perhaps isn't the smoothest, but maybe the most arousing door opening I could imagine. There's real desire in his movements, not just the practiced suaveness of a seducing pro. Turning back to me with the door open, I wait for him to get his keys out before I grab his hand and pull him into the apartment, not even waiting for the bedroom but instead falling onto the sofa. Tyler twists in the air so that I'm not crushed underneath him, but instead land on my side next to him, both of us pulling at each other's clothes. His hands are suddenly under my shirt, pushing under my bra and kneading, pawing at my breasts. White hot fire shoots from my nipples through my body as we kiss deeper, and my hand reaches down to squeeze his rock hard, muscular ass.
I reach for the waistband of my pants, pushing them down with my panties. I pull my knees up, not caring that I'm caught up in a wave of lust, that I just want Tyler. He gets off the couch and pushes his pants down, and I stop, my hands frozen with my pants near my knees, his cock jutting out.
Did I think he was perfect before? That was soft. What's now in front of me is massive, thick, and even more perfect. I shiver, and when he takes out a condom from his wallet and rolls it on, I can't help but whimper.
"Wait here," Tyler says, disappearing into the back where his bathroom is, and coming back a moment later with a tube of lube. He smears it on his cock, pumping the thick shaft with his hand, looking down at me with tenderness and power in his eyes. "You haven't gotten your pants all the way off."
His words startle me, and I realize I'm still frozen, and I shove my pants the rest of the way down my legs and to the side. Tyler's right there, pushing me back onto the couch, his lips finding mine again and reassuring me, telling me it's not going to hurt, that's it's going to . . .
He slips inside, and my eyes widen open. He's stretching me, slowly in and out, but never is there any pain, just deliciousness…. fullness. I've never had a lover enter me so perfectly, and I feel him slide deep, deeper . . . oh God. I'm full, but he's still got more.
"Tyler, oh fuck . . ."
He slips out, then in again, faster and harder. Tyler's pinning me to the couch, his blue eyes burning with intensity as he looks into mine, and he smiles, knowing how good it feels. He knows, and he's holding himself back, wanting me to be fully open to him, to give in to his desires fully.
I know my heart needs to be protected, but in his eyes, I see something. There's my Tyler, the boy that I thought I had something for years ago and he's here with me right now, and in that look I know I'll always be safe. To hell with it, I won’t hold back, and he slips that last inch into me, growling with pleasure. “So perfect."
There's no more words as he begins pounding me, my legs spread and wrapped around him on the couch as he takes me, driving me into the cushions, our hips slapping sharply together and sending explosions of pleasure through my body. I'm gasping, my fingers digging into his t-shirt, my body clenching around him, and I want more. Oh God . . . I want him more and more . . .
My orgasm crashes upon me, like glass shattering, and I'm crying out, fingernails digging into his back, and I pull him down into another soul searing kiss, needing him as he trembles and moans into my mouth, his cock swelling before he comes, driving me into the cushion one last time.
Chapter 9
Tyler