Tyler
“We didn’t eat cheesecake like this on our first date,” I muse while feeding Mia a piece of cheesecake.
Her plump cherry lips wrap around the fork, and the way she pulls the creamy goodness into her mouth is erotic as hell. We’re lying in bed, naked, while we eat our dessert, sated after fucking each other against every surface of the kitchen, and it’s the best damn cheesecake I’ve ever tasted.
Mia smiles as she chews, her tongue flicking out against the spot of cream left on her upper lip. “We sure didn’t, but I think, from now on, cheesecake should only be eaten while naked in bed. It tastes better.”
“It does.” I chuckle, leaning in to press my lips against hers.
We kiss for a few seconds before I help myself to another forkful.
“I’ve missed this,” I thoughtfully comment, feeling a little high on sugar and sex. “It was always so effortless with us.”
I feed her another piece, and she accepts it with a nod.
“It was easy from the day I met you. You never failed to make me laugh. You were the goof I never knew I needed in my life.”
I give out a low laugh, shoveling another bite of cheesecake in my mouth. “I’m like Peter Pan. I never did grow up.”
She laughs with me as she reaches over and presses her pointer finger against my chin, forcing my mouth closed. “Yeah, like still eating with your mouth open.”
I point to the take-out cheesecake she’s holding. “It’s too good to even care right now.”
I make a show of eating with my mouth even wider, chomping louder with every bite, and she playfully smacks me against the shoulder.
“You’re such an animal.” She giggles as she sinks further down the bed and locks her legs with mine.
I take the takeout box from her and set it on the side table before pulling her into my arms, skin on skin. Her fingers trail over my arms, caressing me at a slow, leisurely pace, and a calm settles over me as goose bumps set in. I press my lips to her temple while my hand draws circles on her bare back.
“We were totally not supposed to have sex tonight,” she says with humor.
“I’m glad we did. It means, I don’t have to jerk off for a couple of days.”
“Tyler!” she exclaims with another high-pitched cackle, the sound of it so contagious that I can’t help but laugh with her.
“I’m kidding. Well, kinda.”
I smirk, and she rolls her eyes.
“I’m serious though. I told myself that under no circumstance were we to have sex tonight.”
“Yet here we are, in a sex-and-cheesecake-induced coma,” I say, feeling on top of the world.
“Exactly. I feel fantastic, and it’s all your fault.” Mia pouts, her eyes sparkling with happiness.
“How’s it my fault?” I argue.
Why is it that men always get the blame for everything?
Hell, if it means I get to have her naked and in my arms, I’ll take the blame for everything else for the rest of my life.
“Because you’re too goddamn sexy, and I can never resist you. I never could.”
“And that’s a bad thing, how?”
“Well, it’s not, but we’re supposed to be taking things slow. This isn’t slow.”
“No, it isn’t. It’s just us.” I shift until I’m lying on top of Mia, looking down at her, the golden glow of the lamp making her look almost enchanting. “Sex has always been natural between us. It doesn’t mean we’re speeding things up by having sex; we’re simply going off instinct. It makes us, us. What we’ve always done. I know we have so much stuff to deal with, and we’ll take that one step at a time, but there’s no point in overanalyzing everything that’s good between us. We had sex, amazing sex, and I’m not going to feel sorry for fucking you into next week.”
She snorts. “Fucking me into next week? You’ve sure got a way with words.”
“And that’s why you love me.” I grin, pressing my lips to hers.
I lose my senses in her sweet mouth, a faint taste of cheesecake still lingering on her lips. I’m a little breathless when she pulls away, gazing at me with pure love evident in her eyes. It’s been so long since I’ve seen her look at me like this, like I’m Superman or some shit, and I’ve missed it so much. I’ve missed her so much.
“You know, I love how more open you are with me,” she states.
I nod. I am more open with her, and I don’t know if the therapist I saw drummed it out of me or that almost losing her put things into perspective, but I know I’m not afraid to show her my emotions. Not anymore.
Mia sweeps her fingers through my hair, caressing my scalp, and I can’t resist letting my eyes drift closed, as her touch has a euphoric effect on me, her warm caress soothing through me.
“You often used to bottle things up, and I’d have no idea what you were thinking or feeling. Now, you talk more, and you show me what you’re feeling. I love you so much for it.”
“I think the therapy helped me open up more. I mean, I didn’t want to go at first, but I’m glad I did, as I was able to sort through my shit. I’m definitely not in a rush to divulge my emotions and secrets to a stranger again, but divulging them to you…well, I guess I can make an exception,” I say with a light tone, smirking.
She gives me a shy-like smile. “I’m glad I’m an exception.”
“While I’m in a talkative mood…” I pause, my grin now set in a thin line. I’m a little ashamed that it’s even come to this, but if anyone would understand, it’s Mia. “Ashton’s coming home for Thanksgiving with Ava and the girls.”
She must sense my apprehension that sentence brings me as she frowns up at me. “Why do I get the feeling that’s a bad thing?”
“Well, it’s not. It’s just…I’ve been avoiding Ashton ever since Francesca was born, and I’m worried that things might be awkward between us.”
Her eyes light up with recognition, and I know I don’t have to explain any further.
“Because of the miscarriage?”
“Yes.” I slowly nod. “She was born so close to us losing Erika, and the thought of being near her or Ashton was unbearable. It was too much. I know it was a dick move. Even worse, I’ve yet to even meet his baby girl, our niece, who’s now six months old.”
She winces, but her eyes soften with understanding. “Does he know why you’ve been avoiding him?”
I nod before answering, “Yes, Mom told him, and she said he understood, but I still feel like a shitty brother. I should have been there for him.”
Her fingers continue to brush through my hair, and it feels so damn good.
“In most circumstances, that would be a pretty shitty thing to do, but you had a good reason for your distance, so you shouldn’t feel guilty.”
I know she’s right, but it’s hard to feel good about it, especially when it means I let my own family down.
“He deserves to be happy, but at the time, I didn’t want to be around his happiness when I was at the bottom-of-the-barrel sad. It’s been a hard five months—losing the baby, being without you, having to put a handle on my emotions—but I still could have reached out even if it was to shoot him a text, but I was too focused on me to really remember anyone else. I’m such a fucking pussy.”
I don’t know when tonight became a pity party, but I’m sure putting a damper on our date.
“Shit, I’m sorry. I know we’re not ready for the heavy stuff. I didn’t really mean to spill that out,” I rasp out, regret in my voice.
But the way her fingers continue to brush through my messy strands of hair tells me she’s unaffected, much to my relief.
“I was just going to ask if you wanted to join us for Thanksgiving, but I understand if it would be too much for you.”
“Can I think about it?”
I close the distance between us and brush my lips against hers. “Whatever you want, baby,” I say against her lips.
Her tongue seeks entry, and I eagerly accept, lapping against the perfection that is her mouth. We kiss for long seconds, and she’s the first to pull away.
“FYI, you’re not a pussy,” she states on an almost whisper.
A breathless laugh escapes my lungs. “Really?”
“Uh-huh. I happen to find this new emotional side of you sexy.”
My heart rate begins to pick up at the sensual way the words roll off her tongue.
“It turns me on.”
Her fingers drift to my shoulders, caressing their way over my back. Heat prickles on my skin at her touch.
“So much. It makes me want to do very dirty things to you.”
I bite back a groan, and with strength I didn’t know she possessed, she rolls me onto my back and straddles me, her naked body on show for me to see, her tits heavily swaying. My cock hardens immediately, and I know she feels it, as her ass is sitting directly over it, brushing against her crack. I reach my hand to touch one of those offending breasts that are teasingly inches away, but she slaps my hand away, smiling devilishly down at me.
“It’s my turn.”
Oh, fuck yes.
She leans over, pressing a sultry kiss to my lips, and then quickly zones in on my neck, nibbling at the skin before making her way down to my chest. Her hands smooth over my muscles as she focuses her lips on every inch of my skin with a mixture of light bites, licks, and sexy-as-hell kisses. She lowers herself down my body, her kisses continuing until she’s inches away from the one place where I desperately want her lips. She kneels in front of me, her lips red and swollen.
Huh. That’s weird.
“Your lipstick hasn’t budged,” I say, bemused. “I mean, you’ve eaten, we’ve kissed, we’ve had hot-as-fuck sex, and the red is still as bright as earlier.”
She grins, taking my cock into her hands and planting a single kiss on the mushroom head of my dick.
Holy shit.
Just a brush of her lips is enough to send my body into overdrive.
“It’s LipSense.”
“It’s lip, what?” I breathe, confusion setting in as she flicks her tongue. My eyes almost roll to the back of my head at that one touch alone.
“It’s a smudge-proof lipstick,” she says before circling my dick with her tongue. Then, she glides it along her lips, showing me exactly how smudge-proof it really is.
Jesus Christ.
“See? Even giving you a blow job won’t smudge it.” She looks up at me through her thick eyelashes, desire dark and heady in lust, peppering another kiss against me, and then she parts her lips to suck the tip of my cock into her mouth.
“Well, that’s shit,” I breathe.
She cocks her eyebrow up as she leisurely teases me with her mouth. “Why?” she asks with a mouthful of cock before pulling away. Then, she proceeds to lick the full length of me while she cups my balls between her fingers.
Fucking hell.
“Because I love seeing your red lipstick on my cock. It’s so fucking sexy,” I growl, fisting my hands together.
She sucks hard against the head of my cock while her left pointer finger simultaneously presses the spot under my balls, threatening to end this before it’s even begun.
“Well, I’ll be sure to wear my Mac lipstick next time.” She winks.
I don’t register the words, especially when she presses that spot even harder, and she laps against my dick with quicker flicks of her tongue. My brain can’t focus on anything but her tongue. Her hand guides its way to my dick and slowly pumps it a few times, and then her mouth descends over my cock. That’s when the fun really begins. Her mouth, the suction of her lips, the way her tongue glides against me—it’s fucking mind-blowing.
“Jesus, fuck, baby,” I grunt out through heavy breathing.
It’s taking everything within me not to thrust into her mouth, but I’m savoring this moment, as it’s been too long since those sexy-as-sin lips have been wrapped around my cock. Her own moans vibrate against me, and it only adds to my looming climax.
“Yes, suck it like that, just like that,” I hiss out.
She teases me between pushing deeper and almost deep-throating my entire dick to licking and kissing along my shaft.
“Mia,” I pant, brushing my fingers through her hair, watching as she devours me like a goddamn lollipop. “Fuck yes.”
My groans seem to encourage her further, her hand joining to jerk me as she sucks the head of my cock. My hips involuntarily begin to thrust upward, and she greedily matches my speed, sucking harder, her tongue working double time. She groans around me as I moan.
“Ugh, I’m close, so fucking close.” My balls grow heavy, and I know I’m not going to last much longer. “I want inside you,” I barely make out as I all but force her off me, her mouth parting with a pop, my cock slick with her saliva.
The next few minutes will be fast, but the need to lose myself inside her is all I crave. I want to explode with her pussy wrapped around me. I pull her to me until she’s straddling me, her eyes staring down at me with wild lust. I don’t give any warning.
I simply sink inside her and demand, “Ride me.”
Her head falls back on a squealed cry at the impact of my deep thrust. “God, Tyler!”
She bears down on me, and like a sexy-ass cowgirl, she rides the fuck out of my dick. Since I was already wound up, it takes barely any time until I’m meeting her for every deep thrust like a frenzied lunatic.
“Mia, fuck, yes, I’m gonna come. Oh God, yes,” I grunt with each plunge inside her pussy.
Pins and needles erupt up my spine, my balls tingling, as my orgasm hits. I know Mia’s close, but I’m too far gone to wait for her, and I explode on a series of grunts and growls, my fingers turning white from their strong grip against her hips as I come for what seems like a century. Mia continues to ride me until I’m completely spent. I swear, I black out for a minute, but when I open my eyes and refocus my gaze on Mia, I’m surprised I don’t spring to life again at the way one of her hands caresses against her right tit while the other is cupping her pussy, a finger rubbing circles against her clit. A telltale sign that she’s ready for more. And why wouldn’t she be? I came before she was able to.
But I’m not one to keep my wife unsatisfied.
“Come here,” I breathlessly husk out.
She lifts her hips and shifts forward an inch as I pull out of her. I replace her hand from her pussy with my own hand, and I feel when my cum begins to seep from her entrance. I capture it with two of my fingers and force it back inside her.
What can I say? I love knowing every bit of me is inside her.
I slide in easily, and she grounds her hips against my hand as I begin to move in and out of her soaked pussy.
“Fuck my hand, baby.”
She slams down on my hand, and I finger her hard, the tips of my fingers hitting her G-spot over and over. Her moans are loud, and each whimper from her mouth is more erotic than any porno I’ve ever watched. She rides my hand, her lustful gaze on mine, her fingers buried in her hair, as her orgasm vastly approaches.
“Tyler, yes! Just like that. Yes, right there.”
The walls of her pussy clench against my fingers, and her hips move harder against me. I follow suit by slamming my fingers deeper into her.
“Come, baby. Come all over my hand,” I urge on a husky demand, my thumb brushing hard against her clit.
A second later, she lets out a rip-roaring scream, and she stills as she comes around my fingers, wetness gushing against my stomach in a quick spurt.
Holy shit, I just made my wife squirt.
Hottest damn thing ever.
She trembles on top of me, and my cock hardens again as I watch her fall into pieces above me, her hips moving again, riding out her orgasm against my hand. I barely give her a chance to recover as I grab her and force her on her back before my painfully hard dick slides into her.
She lets out a breathless shriek, gripping hold of my arms.
“Again?” She grins through glazed eyes, her chest still heaving along with her racing heart.
I look down at her, loving the way she’s all flushed and out of breath. “Yes, again. You just came all over me, so you do the math, baby,” I say, still able to feel her essence damp on my skin and on the sheets below us.
I grunt as I ease out of her, only to push back inside.
She giggles while letting out a long moan. “I’m starting to sense a vicious cycle here.”
I shake my head, nuzzling into the side of her neck, inhaling the salty yet sweet aroma from her skin, my cock beginning to slowly move in and out of her soaked pussy.
God, she feels incredible.
“Nothing vicious about it. I just can’t get enough of you.”
I brush my lips along her jawline and make my way to her lips. I trace my tongue against her lips before pressing a full kiss there.
“We can’t keep having sex all night,” Mia says on an exhale.
Her hips lazily circle with mine, and my hips move a little faster.
“Wanna bet?”
Of course, ten minutes later, I lose. The instant we each have our release, I remember one last thing before I pass out from sex exhaustion. And that’s when I mutter the words, “Your lipstick still hasn’t budged.”
Mia blinks with surprise when she opens the door to me and Harley on Thanksgiving morning. Harley whimpers with excitement, his tail wagging like crazy, but I have to rein him in with his leash, so he doesn’t knock her onto her ass when he tries to jump up.
Big-ass dog.
“Down,” I command.
He stands to attention.
“Sit.”
He sits but keeps his eyes on Mia, his tail swinging rapidly from side to side, his tongue hanging out, heavily panting, as if he can barely contain himself.
“Good boy,” I praise.
“Hey,” she begins with full happiness to her voice. “What are you doing here? I thought you weren’t picking me up until tonight.” While she says this, she crouches to the dog’s level and scratches him behind his ears, making a fuss over him. “Hi, baby boy. How are you doing?”
Harley responds by licking the hell out of her face. She giggles.
“Well, I have something for you, and I wanted to give it to you before tonight.”
She stands tall, smiling coyly with an eyebrow raised. “What? Like a gift?”
“Sort of.” I grin, and intrigue deepens her features. “You gonna let me in?” I eye the door behind her.
She steps aside and lets me inside. Once over the threshold, I unclip Harley from his leash, and he bounds through the apartment, nose to the ground, no doubt investigating all the things he can cause havoc with. Especially socks.
He’s such a sock thief.
“First of all, can I say how sexy you look this morning?” I pull her into my arms and brush my lips to hers.
She rolls her eyes when I pull back. “Hardly. I’m still in my pajamas.”
What she doesn’t mention is that her pajamas are a white see-through—and I mean, see-through—tee hanging from her right shoulder and a pair of red lace shorts. Her hair is also in a messy bun, and the wavy strands of hair that hang loose down her neck and the side of her face is the definition of sexy.
“Yes, you are,” I say, planting another kiss to her lips. “Second, I didn’t just come here to grope my wife. I really do have something for you.” I pull away and reach into my pocket for the surprise I have for her.
I hand her a white envelope, and she just stares at it.
“What is it?”
“It’s what we’re doing for our second third date. Open it.”
We had our second second date last week. I wanted to follow with tradition and take her bowling, like we had on our second date, but I already had our second third date in the bag, and I didn’t want her to become suspicious, so I took her to dinner and a movie instead to steer her off course.
Adrenaline courses through me as she rips open the envelope, a smile on her face.
She pulls the tickets out, and her eyes scan over them for a second before she gasps. “Oh my God, you didn’t.”
“I did.”
“Maroon 5! You got me tickets for Maroon 5!” she exclaims with excitement. She looks back to the tickets, and her eyes widen. “Wait, the concert’s in Punta Cana? As in the Dominican Republic?”
I grin even wider. “The very place.”
“Holy shit, Tyler.” She smacks me with the very tickets, and I laugh again. “Are you serious?” she squeaks.
Harley eagerly bounds over, circling Mia, as he no doubt wonders what all the commotion is about.
“As my dad always says, as serious as a heart attack.”
“We’re going to the Dominican Republic?” she hesitantly asks, almost as if she expects it to be a setup.
I take hold of her hand that’s not gripping hold of the tickets and level with her. “Mia, baby, listen to me carefully. We’re leaving for the Dominican Republic tomorrow and staying for six nights in the Hard Rock Hotel where Maroon 5 will be playing on Saturday night. And, before you ask again, yes, I’m serious.”
She blinks and then blinks again. A cute little smile appears on her face. “When you say Saturday, do you mean, this Saturday? As in two days from now?”
“Yes, and yes.”
I see when it finally sinks in, as creases form on her forehead, and she frowns.
“Tyler, a concert is one thing, but a vacation? I…this…this is too much. We can’t just go to the Dominican Republic. I mean, I’m supposed to be at work on Monday. I can’t accept this.”
She begins to rhyme off all the reasons she can’t go, but I tell her one reason she can, “You can, and you will. It’s been a tough year for both of us, and if anyone deserves a vacation, it’s you. Please let me do this for you.”
“Tyler, I have work. I—” she protests, but I press my finger to her lips, shutting her up.
“I called your boss; he’s already authorized a week’s vacation leave for next week. All that’s left to do is for you to pack your suitcase and grab your passport. You don’t even need any cash, as it’s an all-inclusive resort.”
No more arguments leave her mouth. Instead, she steps closer to me and wraps her arms around me, engulfing me in a hug. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you or how you pulled off grabbing tickets to a sold-out world tour, but thank you.”
She stretches on her toes to press a deep kiss on my lips, one I expect to lead to other things.
Instead, she rears back and says, “I love you, but you’ve got to go.”
“What? Right this second?” I ask, bemused.
“Yes, right this second. You’ve just announced we’re going to the Dominican Republic tomorrow, and I’ve only got two hours to pack before I head to my parents’ for Thanksgiving,” she says with an urgency in her voice that I find amusing.
She begins to force me into the direction of the front door.
“Okay, okay, I can take the hint. I’ll leave.” I call Harley, and I clip his leash back on his collar. “Oh, you should know one more thing.”
“What?” she demands with an exasperated laugh.
“Our flight’s at two a.m.”
She purses her lips together, the way she does when she’s trying to hide a smirk. “Out now.”
She opens the door, and I step outside with Harley hot on my heels.
I turn to face her. “I’ll pick you up from your parents’ at seven?”
She nods, but I see she’s distracted. That faraway look in her eyes tells me she’s probably already virtually listing all the things she’ll need for our trip. She’s meticulous like that.
I give her the Christian Grey signature good-bye before turning to leave. I make my way down the stairs, and I suddenly hear laughter from behind me.
I halt when Mia shouts from above, “Did you just quote Fifty Shades?”
I look up to see Mia leaning against the railing of the balcony that overlooks the parking spots. I shrug, grinning smugly.
“You’ve seen Fifty Shades?” she asks incredulously.
“Yeah, Matt and I wanted to see what the fuss was about. She’s got one heck of a rack, but she has nothing on you.”
I wink, and she shakes her head with a laugh.
“Of course you noticed her tatas first.”
“What can I say? I love my tatas.” I waggle my eyebrows with a mischievous grin.
She throws her head back on another laugh. “You do realize I now have one hour and fifty-eight minutes to pack, thanks to this pointless conversation about a movie.”
“Hey, that’s on you. I said my good-bye. You’re the one who’s wasted a whole minute discussing a movie.”
“Just go.” She smiles before blowing me a kiss.
I resume descending the stairs when I stop in my tracks and turn around. She hasn’t moved an inch, her eyes still watching me.
“Are you sure about tonight?” I ask, all previous joking aside.
After I asked her about joining me for Thanksgiving at my parents’, she discussed it with her therapist, and she pointed out to Mia that she can’t spend the rest of her life avoiding being around children just because she can’t deal. She went to explain that part of recovery is learning how to cope. When it comes to a loss of a child, the rest of the world doesn’t simply stop turning, and occasional interaction with children is an inevitability you can’t avoid.
It definitely put things into perspective for me, as the reason I’ve been avoiding my brother is because I couldn’t deal with his happiness, the kind of happiness that was so quickly snatched away from us. I’m confident enough to say I’m less resentful of him now, but it’s taken me a long time to reach that point. I just hope, tonight, he can forgive me for being a complete and utter douche bag.
Mia thought long and hard about what her therapist had said, and she decided she’d dip her toes in the water and join us after dinner at her parents’.
She’s thoughtful for a moment before she gives a small nod. “Yes. Your family is my family. I can’t hide from them forever. It’s also about time we meet our niece.” Her voice trembles, and even though there was a little joy in her words, she’s also terrified at that prospect.
I am, too.
However, she manages to keep it together by smiling through the pain.
Pride explodes in my heart at her words, “Your family is my family,” and her saying that is everything to me. It means, she’s not going anywhere. It’s the start of the beginning again for us.
I ascend the stairs two at a time with Harley until I’m standing in front of her, tilting her head back with one hand while my lips crash onto hers. She gives a breathless inhale but quickly eases into the kiss.
I pull away a few seconds later, a whisper on my lips. “God, I fucking love you.”
She smiles, brushing her nose against mine, her eyes staring into mine in an almost daze. “Damn you. I’ve only got one hour and fifty-five minutes to pack now.”
“Talking of packing, do you still have that sexy red bikini? The one you wore on our honeymoon?” I ask, remembering how hot she looked in it. It’s a miracle we even left the room at all in the duration of our honeymoon.
“Yes.” She smiles a sexy little smile.
“Make sure to bring it,” is all I say before turning on my feet and walking away with Harley in tow.