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 doesn’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.