by Mia Madison
His smile met his eyes this time as he took me in his arms. “I can teach you.”
“I’d like that.”
“But not tonight.” Before I could ask what he meant, he picked me up, his arms under my thighs and shoulders, and carried me up the stairs. “Tonight, I want to make it worth your wait. I want to make you see stars. I want to make you scream my name like you did in the limo.”
“I want that too,” I whispered.
Moments later, he was stretched out on the bed next to me, his arm under my head, his hand on my hip. My hand snaked between us, undoing one of the buttons of his shirt. Last time I’d tried that, he’d stopped me. If he stopped me now, I was pretty sure I’d die.
But he didn’t, and as each undone button revealed more of the hard, muscled skin of his chest and abs, I moaned in desire.
Tyler grinned as I ran my hand up and down his abs. They were so cut you could count them. “That light touch is driving me crazy,” he said.
“So is yours.” He’d been stroking his long fingers up and down my hip, but now he took my thigh in his hand and pulled my leg over his. In this new position, I could feel the heat from his skin an inch or two away from my core. Tentatively, still half-expecting him to pull away, I pressed myself against the bulge in his jeans. Tyler groaned deep in his throat and kissed me again.
He ran his hand up my side to my breast, tracing tight, teasing circles around the mesh covering my nipple. I arched my back at his touch and rolled onto my back, my legs spread as Tyler hovered over me. He pushed one of the straps of the teddy down, and then his mouth ravished my nipple, drawing it in and nipping on it.
“Oh god, that feels so good,” I moaned.
“And that’s just the beginning,” Tyler said, moving to the other side and teasing my hardened bud. He ground his hips against my core as I wrapped my legs around him. It felt incredible to have his hard heat between my legs. It made me want more—so much more.
But Tyler was unhurried, seeming to want to explore every body part thoroughly before moving on. Finally, he kissed his way to my abdomen, easing the red silky fabric down as he went. My hips pushed up against him, desperate to feel more of him. All of him.
He shifted to the side, pushing my legs down so he could slide the panties off. For a moment, he just stared at the red triangle covering my mound as he shrugged the rest of his shirt off. The look of anticipation in his eyes made me squirm.
“I’d love to rip those off of you,” he said.
“Do it.” I wanted him to rip them off and then plunge into me.
But he shook his head. “Then they’d be ruined, and I’d rather have you wear them under your clothes to work one day next week. Wouldn’t that be hot? You’d be wearing sexy lingerie, and no one would know but me.”
“Mmm, that does sound hot,” I said, and then I stilled as Tyler grasped the sides of my panties and started tugging them down.
“Would you do that for me?”
“Oh yes.”
“Good. And then at some point in the day, I’ll want to check to see for myself.”
That naughty thought made me moan, my hips shifting as he pulled my panties down to my thighs and then all the way off.
God, I was naked in front of a man for the first time ever. To keep from feeling subconscious, I focused on his bare chest. I could look at it all day. I wanted to run my hands up and down his abs, pecs, and biceps. I started to do so, but he caught my hands and pressed them up above my head, guiding them to the edge of the headboard.
“Hold on to that and don’t let go,” Tyler growled, and I nodded, dying to know what he’d do next. The answer was to kiss his way down my face, neck, breasts, and stomach, stopping to nibble and lick along the way.
Then he hovered over my mound, his eyes on mine as he gave me a wicked grin. “Has anyone ever—”
“No,” I said breathlessly. This was yet another first for me—and I was so glad it was with him. I hoped that wouldn’t bother him, but the glint in his eyes said it didn’t.
“Good. Hold on tight,” he said, his voice low and rumbly. Then he placed his large palms on my thighs, spreading them while he ran his nose along my aching slit. I arched my back, startled by the sensation, but when his tongue flicked out to trace the same route, I sank back into the bed, my eyes closing in bliss.
Last time in the limo, I’d thought his fingers caressing me there were the most amazing thing ever. But his tongue was even better. He dipped it into my folds, tasting me, exploring me, and I had to hold on to keep from bucking off the bed. “Mmm, that’s amazing.”
“And I’m just getting started,” Tyler murmured, his voice blowing warm air across my slit. His tongue found my opening and dipped in, and I knew that the resulting moisture was not just from him. My body was ready for him—and so was my mind. I wanted him so very much.
He spread my thighs wider and I moaned as he licked his way up to my clit, making circles around it. His hands tightened on my thighs as I wiggled under his delectable touch.
“Please, don’t stop,” I moaned, and Tyler didn’t. His tongue was tormenting me in the most delicious way. My breathing sped up as I approached the edge, but then he backed off my clit and circled my opening with his finger. Just when my breathing started to calm, his tongue pushed back in, flicking directly across my clit and driving me insane.
“Oh yes,” I cried as my body started to tremble. God, I could feel the orgasm building. I was getting so close. The things he was doing with his tongue… he was about to push me over the edge.
And suddenly, that wasn’t what I wanted. Letting go of the headboard, I grabbed his dark hair, tugging at it. “Wait, please.”
He looked up at me, licking my taste off his lips.
“Please, Tyler, I want to come with you inside me. I’ve waited so long… please, I need you inside me.” It felt like I couldn’t wait another second. “I need you deep inside me.
“On one condition,” he said with a naughty gleam in his eye.
“Anything.”
He sat up, kneeling between my legs. He grabbed one of my hands and pushed it between my legs. “Touch yourself while I get undressed. Use your finger like I just used my tongue.”
Oh god. His sexy order made me even more turned on, but also made me feel a little shy.
Tyler grinned at the expression on my face. “My sweet, innocent little KB… except I don’t think you’re so innocent anymore. I think you want to be bad with me.”
“I do,” I breathed. “But it’s so…”
“So easy,” he said. He took my index finger and pushed it into my folds. “Stroke yourself. Right now. And before you can count to sixty, I’ll be inside you.”
Oooh, that was a nice thought. Tentatively, I rubbed my finger back and forth, trying not to think so much. He made that easy by undoing the snap on his jeans and then slowly lowering the zipper. Watching him undress made it easy to forget the embarrassment of what I was doing. In fact, my finger started to feel as good as his tongue had.
Tyler stood up reached in his back pocket. He pulled out his wallet and fished out a little foil packet, tossing it on the bed. “Rub harder,” he commanded.
Then he tugged his jeans down, revealing black boxer-briefs that outlined a sizable bulge. Oh god, soon that was going to be filling me up. I’d never wanted anything so badly.
Tyler stepped out of his jeans and put his hands on the waistband of his boxer-briefs. I moaned in anticipation, and he grinned. “Get yourself ready for me, baby. Stroke harder. I want to hear you moan.”
I obeyed breathlessly. And then he lowered his shorts and the gasp that escaped my lips was not at all staged. His cock was huge, and hard, and not that I had much experience with this, but it looked so damn good. It looked like it could make me scream. I couldn’t wait for him to be deep inside me.
There was a crinkling sound from the condom wrapper, and then he was on the bed again, getting into place above me. He stilled my hand, picking it up and b
ringing it to his lips. He licked the moisture off my fingers. Winking, he said, “I’ll take it from here.”
He grasped one of my ankles and pushed my knee up to my chest, opening me for him. And then I felt the heat of his cock against my slit, and a second later, the head pushed against me, seeking entrance. I was already so wet that it slid between my folds easily, poised just at my opening. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Tyler asked, one eyebrow raised smugly.
“Yes, oh yes please,” I moaned, unable to keep from rushing my words.
“We could take things slower,” he said with a smirk. He could see how much I wanted this.
“No, please, I mean yes, I want this.”
“Are you really sure?” He reached up and tweaked one of my nipples, causing me to yelp.
“Yes, I’m sure, please—oooh!!”
He pushed into me with firm but steady pressure, and the feeling of fullness was overwhelming. It was like he owned every inch of me. All I could think about was his touch. The heat from his body. The look of pleasure on his face.
“More,” I gasped, and he pushed in farther. It hurt a little, and the sense of pressure was unfamiliar. But it was like my body had been waiting for this my whole life.
It felt exciting.
It felt right.
It felt like I was one with him—which is exactly what I wanted.
Slowly, he eased back and then pushed forward again, a bit deeper than last time. I moaned, throwing my head back. He retreated and then pushed in again, several times, until I was pretty sure he couldn’t go any farther.
I reached my hands up and grasped his biceps, squeezing his hard muscles as he thrust inside of me. The look in his eyes as he stared at me made me know I’d been right to wait. It wouldn’t have been this special with anyone else.
Tyler varied his rhythm, sometimes going in slow and deep, other times fast and shallow. It was like he was teaching me all the different sensations my body could experience. And they all felt amazing.
My breathing sped up and my body tensed as he pushed me closer to the edge again. Tyler sped up as well, leaning heavily on one arm as he pushed into me. His free hand traced down my abdomen causing me to moan louder. When he found my clit, it was all I could do not to explode on the spot. But I’d waited this long, I could wait a little longer so that we could come together. I wanted that more than anything.
Tyler’s breathing was labored as he plunged into me, again and again, seeming as if he’d never tire. My moans got louder and louder, and I looked at him pleadingly. “Are you… can you…?”
“Do you want to come together, KB?”
“Oh yes. Please, I can’t wait much longer.”
“You don’t have to,” he said, his voice gruff. He pushed into me faster and faster, and my hips bucked off the bed to meet him. It felt like we were flying together at light speed, zooming up a mountain, about to reach the top...
“Please!” I gasped, doing everything I could to hold the orgasm back.
“Come now!” Tyler demanded, and I felt his cock pulse deep inside me as I froze on the bed, my back arched, every muscle trembling. And then the explosion hit, and I shrieked his name, my body spasming as he emptied inside me.
Wave after wave of pleasure hit me as I clenched around his hard length, feeling as close to him as I’d ever felt to anyone. Closer, actually.
He called my name roughly as his body trembled over mine, his eyes closed in pleasure.
Gasping for breath, I opened my arms as he collapsed on top of me. I held him tightly to my chest as our bodies quivered together, both of us still breathing hard.
After a minute, he recovered enough to pull out of me. My body ached from the loss, but he drew me against him, lying on his back with my head on his chest. He stroked my hair as our labored breathing finally calmed.
I had my hand on his abdomen, running my palm over his abs as a feeling of blissful sleepiness overcame me. But I wouldn’t let myself fall asleep. Not now. Not when I was finally in his arms. Not when we were finally together.
When he spoke, I could feel the rumbling of his chest under my cheek. “Was it worth the wait, little Kait?” He chuckled softly at his unintended rhyme, and I joined in.
“More than worth it.”
“I’m so glad,” he said. “Not just that you saved yourself for me… but that you saved me from making a huge mistake.”
“Just the one?” I said impishly, and he retaliated by smacking his hand lightly across my ass.
“We’re not talking about work right now. I’m saying thank you for not letting up until I finally came to my senses.” His expression sobered. “It wasn’t that I didn’t want you. I did… ever since that night at the wedding. That was the first time I truly saw you as a woman, and it scared me. It made me go from feeling like a friend who had your back to feeling like an old man who wanted to take advantage of you.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re not old. Would an old man be able to recover this fast?” I rubbed my palm lower and grinned when his cock twitched.
He chuckled and grabbed my hand. “I’ll be ready for Round 2 soon, but for right now, this is nice. I’ve waited a long time for this too, you know.”
“I know,” I said, sighing with contentment against his chest. “Looks like I found the man I want to spend Valentine’s Day with.”
He looked down at me curiously. “It’s summer.”
I blushed. We’d just finally gotten together, I didn’t want him to think that I was presuming too much. “I know. It’s just something my roommates and I talked about. I’ll tell you about it sometime.”
“Do you want me by your side on all holidays or just chocolate-based ones?” Tyler smirked at me as he trailed a finger across my hip.
“All,” I breathed, squirming a little under his touch.
“Independence Day?”
“Yes.”
“Thanksgiving? Christmas? New Year’s Eve?”
“Yes to all of those.” His touch was agonizingly slow, and I wanted more.
“Even Arbor Day?”
“Especially Arbor Day.”
“Good,” he said. “But I don’t want to wait that long to make love to you again—especially since I don’t even know when Arbor Day, is.”
“I don’t either, but I know I don’t even want to wait another hour.”
He grinned at my enthusiasm. “Me either. I’m through with trying to stay away from you. From now on, I’ll be around so much you’ll be sick of me.”
“Yeah, that’ll probably happen… in about a hundred years.”
“Only a hundred? Guess I’d better get busy, then.”
“Oh yes,” I moaned as his hand plunged into my hair and tilted my head back, his lips meeting mine. We had all the time in the world, but that didn’t change the fact that I wanted him again now—and tomorrow—and the day after that. In fact, I didn’t ever want to let him go.
Knowing that he felt the same way was the best feeling in the world.
20
Epilogue One
Kait
“An Kay!” My niece’s voice turned into a squeal as I handed her back the toy block she’d dropped.
“It’s only been a few days, and she already knows your name,” Tyler observed, walking into the small living room of my brother’s house. “That’s some high-quality aunting you’ve been doing, An Kay.”
I grinned. “Hey, her name for me is closer than her name for you.”
Yuka broke into a smile when she spotted Tyler. “Up!” she demanded.
Tyler obliged by picking her up, holding her as high above her head as the low ceiling allowed, and spinning her around. Then he tried to set her down, but she squirmed in his arms, not wanting him to let go.
“Just wait until everyone at your office hears that your new name is Up.” Yuka called that out every time she saw him.
“I’ll just tell them that in Japanese, ‘up’ means handsome, virile man,” Tyler said with a wink.
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“Yeah, that would work… if only people didn’t have the technology to translate pretty much any language right on their phones.” I glanced sideways at him when he sat down next to me on the straw tatami mat. Yuka leaned toward me and I took her into my lap.
“Are you saying I’m not handsome and virile?” Tyler teased. “Because if that’s what you’re saying, then after we get done babysitting, I’d be more than happy to prove it to you.”
I blushed, glad that Yuka couldn’t understand that. Seeing my niece as well as Alex and my sister-in-law had been amazing. About a week after Tyler and I had gotten together, I’d come into work and found a note from my supervisor saying that my time off had been approved. When I’d questioned Tyler about it, he presented two tickets to Japan. A few days later, we were here.
“I’m going to hold you to that after we get back to the hotel,” I said, with my best flirtatious smile. Tyler had insisted we stay at a hotel, both so we could have some privacy, and also because Japanese houses weren’t generally big enough to accommodate guests—literally in his case. He kept bumping his head on the low doorways. Most of the rooms in this house were separated by paper-covered sliding wood doors.
Tyler still had a gleam in his eye. “And I’m thankful that in the hotel, the walls are solid and not made out of paper, because tonight I’m going to hold you to—”
“Be good!” I scolded, but I had to admit the thought of being with him made my breath quicken. The last few weeks had been amazing—even better than I ever dreamed.
But now was the time to bond with my niece, and Tyler knew that. He was helping her build a tower out of blocks. I grabbed my phone to take some pictures of the adorable pair. Even sitting down, Tyler towered over my dark-haired niece.
I snapped a few pictures and sent them to Gabi and Sierra. We hadn’t been in contact much this week—every time I thought to call or text one of them, I realized it was the middle of the night back home. And sometimes I couldn’t get a signal. “You two look good together,” I said.
