by Erin Noelle
“Uhhh,” I groan, bucking my hips at the foreign yet gratifying sensation. Other than my own fingers and my trusty old vibrator, Tavian is officially in uncharted territory.
He pauses momentarily to look up at me and smirk. “How smart are you feeling? Do I need to keep going?”
“I’m still a genius, get back to work,” I half-laugh, half-growl, pushing his head back down with my good hand.
His chuckle vibrates through my body as his mouth returns to my sex. One of his fingers traces around my entrance while he sucks on my clit, and I’m unraveling quickly. Entranced with each thrust of his finger, every caress of his tongue, my senses shift into overdrive as he worships my body.
“Tavian, I’m close. So close.”
He gazes up at me and my breath catches in the back of my throat as the water droplets from the pool glisten on his chiseled moonlit face. I can’t believe this is my life right now.
Please don’t ever let this end.
Working his wrist in a twisting motion, he holds me captive under his spell with his intense stare. His finger skims against my inner wall, curling up to brush over my sweet spot, and I suck in a sharp, gasping breath, alerting him of his discovery. Instead of backing off, his lips close around my clit for maximum effect and he sucks greedily.
I tilt my face to the heavens as he strums me like his favorite song, my release rapidly building. He holds nothing back—licking, sucking, grazing, and pinching—as I lose complete control, soaring higher and higher into oblivion. With one final stroke of his tongue over my swollen nub, my hands clutch his head—hurt fingers the last thing on my mind—and I shatter into more pieces than there are stars in the sky.
I lied. Paragliding is my fourth favorite thing to do. I officially have a new first.
TAVIAN
07.15.15
I carry her in the house, both of us dripping everywhere, but I don’t give a damn about anything except making Lyra come apart as many times as possible tonight. The wildfire burning in her eyes when she exploded all over my hand and face will forever be carved in my mind, and it is now my mission in life to have her look at me like that as often as I fucking can.
She is my only thought; the world outside the two of us doesn’t exist, and I don’t care how selfish it makes me. This situation isn’t ideal, but I refuse to wait to make her mine. Fuck integrity and morals. We can deal with that other shit later. All I can do is soak up every minute I have with her, and whatever happens in the future will happen. All I know is this… we are supposed to happen.
With every step I take, my desire for her intensifies, my throbbing cock threatening to puncture the stupid fucking board shorts I still have on. As soon as we’re inside the bedroom, I push her back against the smooth mountain surface as I crash my mouth down on hers in a desperate, almost obsessive kiss. When my tongue prods, she mewls and opens for me, granting me full access to explore her sweet little mouth. I take every little bit she gives, and then take even more, as my hands skim up her ribcage and over the swell of her perky tits that fit so perfectly in my hands.
My feral growls and her throaty whimpers echo off the cement floor and low ceiling, only adding to my already hyper-aroused senses. I’ve never been this hard in my life, and if I don’t slow down, I’m going to end up taking her like a fucking animal against this rock wall.
“Fuck, Lyra,” I swear, tearing my mouth from hers and gasping for breath. Too much. I need to slow down. Adore and cherish her like the treasure that she is. “You have no idea what you do to me. Acting like a damn crazy person.”
She reaches up and brushes her thumb over my bottom lip, that same inferno still raging in her glazed eyes. “That makes two of us then.”
I scoop her up in my arms, my chest swelling with pure fucking happiness, and carry her across the room to softly lay her on her back in the middle of the mattress with her head propped up with several pillows. After peeling my wet shorts off and leaving them in a puddle on the floor, I join her on the bed, kneeling between her legs as she watches me intently. I gaze down at her laid out before me, and I know that whatever happens after this, whatever price I must pay for my transgressions, it’ll be worth every bit of it and more.
Because Lyra Jennings is mine.
I crawl up the length of her body, kissing the entire way, and lower my weight down onto my elbows until our foreheads are resting against each other and my iron shaft is nestled between her thighs. “Tell me now you want this, buttercup. It changes everything.”
“Yes, Tavian.” She nods and lifts her head slightly to press her swollen lips to mine. “I want this. Just be gentle with me.”
Her words stir something inside me. Something foreign and profound. She trusts no one, guards herself from everyone. But she’s letting me in. Not just her body, but her heart, too. I can’t fuck this up.
“I promise you,” I tell her, then seal my words with a kiss.
With tender touches, I whisper a string of reassuring words against the delicate flesh of her neck and throat as I inch down her body to once again worship her with my hands and mouth. She writhes and moans just like she did outside as I use open-mouthed kisses, sensual swipes of my tongue, and light strokes to tease both of her nipples into hard buds. I especially love how she arches up each time I catch one between my teeth.
Once I’m sure I’ve memorized the taste and the feel of her sweet tits, I resume my trek downward, licking my way down the center of her lean torso until I reach her belly button. Then, using the tip of my tongue, I trail a path over to one hip, then across to the other, before my mouth returns center, inches above her glistening pussy. The smell and taste from her earlier release lingers but I’m eager for more. My craving for her can’t be sated.
“Please, Tavian,” she begs, the fingers from her good hand threading through my hair and pushing me down. “More.”
My eyes roam over every inch of her exquisite body splayed out beneath me before I grip the inside of her knees and push them apart. Lowering myself onto my stomach, I skim my fingers up the inseam of her thigh until they meet at her apex. I drag my fingertips through the slick arousal and part her smooth pink lips, dipping my face down to her sizzling core and stroking my tongue from her tight slit up to her swollen nub.
“Yes,” she hisses, bucking her hips up when I pull my mouth away. “Kiss me there.”
I smile proudly and repeat the action, but with the second pass of my tongue over her clit, I latch my lips around the tiny ball of nerves and suck hard. Her hips fly up off the bed again, but this time, I let her grind against my face, savoring her intoxicating scent, the honeyed taste of her juices, and the sounds of her unrestrained moans.
While I methodically work her button with my mouth, my impatient fingers slip inside her and search for that magical spot once again. In less than five minutes of my teasing and taunting, Lyra’s knees fall completely open as she fully succumbs to the euphoric sensations. Inhaling and exhaling rapid, shallow breaths, her chest heaves and her body tenses as I flick my tongue relentlessly over her clit and I glide two fingers knuckle-deep inside of her. Then, even more spectacularly than the first time, she unravels beneath me, chanting my name over and over.
“That’s it. Give it all to me, baby,” I grunt as I watch her lose herself in her orgasm, body trembling, eyes struggling to stay open.
Seeing her face flushed and thighs spread open to me, her sweetness heavy on my tongue, I can’t wait any longer. My cock is so hard it hurts. It’s no longer a want; I need to be buried inside her. Right fucking now.
I hastily push myself upright to a kneeling position, still positioned between her legs, and reach down to grip my shaft, spreading her juices all over. Her gaze drifts down to where I’m stroking myself, and when she stretches out to wrap her own hand around my cock, I nearly blow my load right then.
Lyra’s gaze zones in on where her small fingers tentatively caress my length, almost as if she’s never seen or touched a cock before. I assume she d
oesn’t have much experience, considering her uneasiness around most people, but surely she would’ve told me if she was a virgin before we got to this point.
“Harder, like this.” I cover her hand with mine and show the pressure and speed that feels best, and she quickly adapts, so I let go and enjoy watching her jack me off. “Oh yeah, that’s it. Right there.”
Her mouth curls up in a self-satisfied smile as she makes my cock pulse and jerk in her grasp, and she wastes no time tugging me toward her and rubbing the head between her slippery folds and over her clit. She purrs and wiggles her hips down to where my shaft is lined up at her silky entrance, clearly enjoying every second she’s taunting and tormenting me.
“Tavian, more,” she urges as she slides the tip just inside her impossibly tight pussy, and my self-control snaps.
Wanting to give her everything I have, all the more her gorgeous-ass body desires, I clutch her hips and thrust forward. It takes a little time for her body to adjust to my size, and each time I see her wince slightly, I pause and wait for her to coax me in farther, soaking up every inch of her wet heat until I’m fully inside.
I try to control my breathing as my heart hammers wildly in my chest. Lowering my torso so that we’re nose to nose, caging in the sides of her head with my elbows, I begin to stroke in and out of her, my movements slow and deliberate.
“Eyes open, buttercup,” I direct when they start to flutter closed. “Want you to stay right here. Just you and me.”
Her lids fly open, and the vulnerability and trust I see staring back at me steals my breath away. Reality has obliterated any fantasy I’ve had about what this would be like with her, by a long shot. She’s better than perfect. Unlike anyone else. And she’s mine.
“You feel so fucking good, baby,” I groan, then my mouth covers hers in a deep, possessive kiss while the pace of my thrusts steadily escalates.
The mounting pressure inside me builds higher and higher with each drive of my hips, and the overwhelming need to make her come again is crushing. This time while I’m buried deep, our bodies fuse together like a completed puzzle.
Her hips buck off the bed as she cries out, “Yes! Ohmygod, yesss!”
Lyra’s words spur me on as I plunge inside her over and over, amazed at how incredibly tight she’s squeezing my shaft. Locking her heels behind my back, she digs her fingernails into my tense shoulders as we skyrocket to our climax. I drive into her relentlessly, out-of-my-fucking-mind euphoric, until she throws her head back into the pillow and her inner walls clamp down and hurtle me into the next dimension.
“Fuuuck!” I boom as my cock throbs uncontrollably and I pump my release into her molten core. My vision blurs and my fingers and toes goes numb as the faint, lingering pulses of her orgasm milk me of every last drop. Then, breathless and struggling to hold my weight up on shaky arms, I collapse onto the mattress next to her and roll us both on our sides, not losing the intimate connection.
For about a minute, neither of us says a word as we allow our hearts and lungs a chance to recover, but when I sense she’s about to try and move, I tighten my arms around her. I’m not ready for this to be over. In her words, I need more.
“Not yet,” I murmur, my voice hoarse and muffled. “You’re still too smart.”
“I’m not even sure I know my name right now.” She giggles softly, and it tickles my cock, stirring him for round two.
I brush my lips over hers and cup her ass, drawing her lithe body even closer, pushing my growing shaft even deeper. “I told you, the only name you need to remember is mine.”
Twenty minutes later, I make her scream it so loud I bet the man in the moon knows who I am.
LYRA
07.16.15
“I don’t think I can walk inside. My legs are on strike.” I stare up the walkway from our car to the house and groan. Why does it look five times longer than it did when we left?
Tavian chuckles then reaches over and squeezes my thigh. Despite the soreness, his touch incites tingles deep in my core, but I don’t let on and treat him to a proper glower and grunt.
“Aww, do you need me to carry you inside, buttercup?” he teases as he loosens his grasp.
Following our night of naked cardio, we’d slept in and Tavian treated me to a late breakfast in bed. We then took turns thoroughly washing each other in the shower, which took much longer than it had in the past, got dressed, and drove to another nearby town to explore some hiking trails he wanted to use my camera at. After six hours of trekking through rough terrain with steep inclines and drop-offs, stopping every so often for him to take pictures of the admittedly breathtaking scenery, I’d melted into the chair at the little restaurant we discovered back in the village.
It was the two hours we spent eating the most delicious veal piccata on the planet—interestingly, the only item on the menu—and sharing a bottle of wine that my muscles had a chance to rest and really get pissed off. The forty-five minute drive back to the house where my legs were idle in the cramped floorboard didn’t help matters either, and now they just ache from hip to toe and feel like they weigh a thousand pounds.
“Don’t act like I didn’t see you dragging ass the last thirty minutes or so of that devil hike you made us go on,” I retort, sticking my tongue out at him.
“Careful with that tongue, or I’ll give you something you can use it for.” He smirks and gives me that damn chin dimple.
Chuckling, I roll my eyes and shake my head. “You’re such a pig.”
“Speaking of pigs, I’ve seen quite a few flying lately.” Tavian’s eyebrows arch high up into his forehead and he grins proudly. “I’m pretty sure paragliding was on your official list of things you don’t do. And last night you were anything but the boring person you claim to be.”
I swallow hard, knowing he’s right. The last eleven days have torn apart everything I believed to be true over the previous twelve years. And it’s all because of him. Regardless of the hurt I know I’m going to endure when we have to say goodbye, whether that be tomorrow or nine months from now, our time together is worth it. No one can ever take these memories from me.
But instead of admitting being wrong, I stick my tongue out again and obstinately mutter, “I didn’t see any pigs flying.”
Barking out a laugh, he gets out of the car and circles around to my side. Scooping me up out of the seat and cradling me against his chest, he presses his lips to my temple and tsks. “You’re as stubborn as you are cute, you know that?”
I grin like an idiot and loop my arms around his neck. “It’s part of my aloof charm. I think you secretly love it.”
Another hearty burst of laughter and then I’m swung over his shoulder and flipped upside down. “This,” he growls, lightly smacking each of my butt cheeks as he strides toward the front door, “is what I love. Now hush your mouth so you can soak in the tub and I can give you a leg massage, woman.”
I wriggle in his hold, more to rub myself against his firm shoulder than to actually try to get free. When I woke up this morning, my inner thighs were tender to the touch and a little achy, but about what I expected. The hot shower had helped loosen me up then, but now, after spending all day with Tavian touching me, whispering me promises of things he’s going to do to me tonight, I’m eager for him to make good on everything he said. Just like he did yesterday when he kissed me stupid. By the time I passed out last night, I couldn’t even form comprehensive words. I’m ready for that and more tonight.
He unlocks the door and stalks inside, taking me straight into the bathroom off the room we’ve been sleeping in. I slide down the front of his body and my nipples pull taut as they drag over his pecs, already anticipating his touch. My clothes are stripped off me and into a heap on the floor next to his before I know it, but he takes his time unwrapping and examining my purplish-yellow fingers, kissing them before turning around to start the bath water.
I shiver while I wait, equally excited and nervous. Even if I’m not technically a virgin anymore, I
realize one night doesn’t make me an expert either. So I follow his lead and hope I don’t do anything too awkward. Like I’m doing right now, staring at his fine naked ass.
“Let me know if this is too hot.” He beckons me over, definitely catching me gawking at his backside, but he’s nice enough not to gloat.
Shuffling over next to him, I stick my hand under the faucet and give him an approving nod. He then pours a capful of soap into the water and steps into the tub himself. My ogling shifts from his rear to the front, and I’m shocked that he actually fit inside me. The little toy I have is a microbot compared to him.
“You’re welcome to touch it whenever you like,” he jokes as he sits in the rising water, and my cheeks burn with mortification.
Come on, Lyra. This is your last night together. Stop being weird and just relax.
“I just wasn’t sure if there was room for all of us in the tub,” I playfully jest, quick to regain my wit.
“Awww, I’m flattered.” He beams up at me and holds his hand out to help me get in.
I step over the side and lower myself to the basin, situating myself between his thighs and leaning back on his chest. “I was talking about your ego,” I snicker, “not your little friend there.”
“My little friend?” he sputters as I crack up, clearly amused with myself. “You’re asking for it, you know that? I give you an inch and you take a mile.”
“Don’t you mean a kilometer?” I taunt further, a direct hit after he scolded me all day on the trail for using the incorrect measurement system.
The next thing I know, he’s rolling with laughter, too, and we slosh and splash around like two people without a care in the world. Like we’re not going to get on a plane tomorrow and go to our two different lives in two different homes in two different states. Like he doesn’t have a bunch of people who love him waiting for his return, and I have absolutely no one.
