LAUREN
Words no longer mattered. Thoughts no longer mattered. All I could see was Tyler. The way he looked at me, the desire and need in his gaze. The strength and desperation of his grip on my flesh. The memory of his mouth on mine, his hands in my hair, his body pressed against me.
Later, I would blame it on the whiskey, on the intensity of his revelation, but the truth was I wanted him as much as he wanted me. My body ached for him. His scent, his mouth, his eyes, his hands, everything about him had me wet with desire and eagerness for him to keep looking at me at the way he was.
His hand rose up the side of my thigh until it dug into the soft flesh of my hip, tugging me closer to his body. Tyler’s mouth closed on my lips again and I surrendered fully, almost melting under his assault.
“I’ve dreamt of this every night since you’ve been gone,” he panted against my ear. “I was afraid I’d forget the way you feel, the way you taste.” His mouth moved down to the slope of my neck, leaving the skin he passed wet and prickling with the coolness of the night air. “I was afraid I’d never get to press my mouth to this patch of skin. Never get to feel the way you respond to my touch.”
Each sentence was punctuated with the feel of his lips as they dragged over me, never leaving my skin even as he formed the words. It was blissful torture. Desperation grew and I fumbled with the remaining buttons of his shirt, the need to feel his nakedness rising as urgency.
Rising to our feet, we groped at each other’s clothing. My hands shook as I undid the remainder of his buttons and slid the shirt over his shoulders, leaving him standing gloriously before me, his eyes undressing me faster than his hands. My dress was pulled over my head and flew across the room as he tossed it aside. His hands immediately undid the latches of my bra as I tugged his trousers to the floor. Tyler was almost reverent in his actions as he leaned down and slid my underwear off. Then he took a step back, his chest rising as his gaze devoured me.
“I just want to look at you a moment,” he said breathlessly. With longing and sadness in his eyes, he lifted one hand, a single finger reaching out to stroke the flesh of my breast. My nipple hardened in response and Tyler sighed contentedly.
“I was worried you wouldn’t respond in the same way,” he said, his eyes fixed on where my nipple protruded. “I was worried your body would forget me.”
Judging from the wetness pooling between my legs, it was not possible. “Never,” I breathed, and reached out to return his affection, trailing my fingers over his chest. Tyler closed his eyes at the touch, breathing in and out as though it required great focus and concentration.
“Lauren.” He stepped forward, looking down into my eyes as I pressed both hands to his chest, fingers splayed, trying to touch as much of him as possible in one movement. I let my hands trail down his sides until the waistband of his boxers tripped under my fingers and I pushed them down his legs. I kept my eyes trained on his as I wrapped my hand around his hardness. Tyler drew in a sharp breath, once again closing his eyes and inhaling deeply. I stroked him, relishing the look of unbridled lust that overcame him. His cock swelled, growing hard like steel. A drop of precum escaped and I rubbed it over his tip, using the lubrication to rub circles over and over until Tyler’s body stiffened with tension and his mouth crushed mine.
Desperation guided our movements. Our hands explored each other’s flesh as we stood naked in the middle of the room, our bodies interlocking until we resembled pieces of a puzzle joined as one.
Running his hands down my back, Tyler gripped onto the cheeks of my backside, urging me to jump into his embrace. Lifting to my toes, and with the reassurance of his hands on my backside, I rose and wrapped my legs around his waist, my mouth never leaving his. He walked me over to the kitchen bench, lowering my exposed flesh onto the cold countertop.
“I don’t know where to start,” he said, his fingers gripping onto my chin, directing my gaze straight into his. “I want everything. I want all of you. I want to control you and cherish you. I want to force your head onto my cock at the same time as I want to tease every inch of your flesh until you pant my name.”
His words drove sharp pangs of longing into my core and I wrapped my legs around his waist again, tugging him close enough so his hardness pressed against my wetness.
“I just want you, Tyler,” I whispered into his ear. “Any way you want to take me.”
With a long low moan, Tyler pushed, his head rolling back as he inched inside. I stretched to accommodate him, the exquisite sensation of pain and pleasure mixing as he filled me. Once fully inside, he stopped all movement and looked deeply into my eyes, our breaths in unison as we held each other. It was although we were scared to move. Scared the motion would somehow break this spell between us, the one where memory and pleasure blended into a perfect combination of desire and weakness.
Tyler pushed closer, trying to gain that last inch of depth. His fingers dug into the flesh of my shoulder. “Tell me you want me, Lauren.”
“I want you,” I said without hesitation.
“Tell me you missed me, that you’ve lain awake in bed at night remembering how I made your body feel.” His mouth trailed over my skin. “Did you think of me?”
I lowered my head and nodded against his shoulder. “Always you,” I said quietly. “Only you.” I then pressed my lips to the curve of his neck, kissing his flesh, running my tongue up and nipping the lobe of his ear with my teeth.
Tyler hissed a breath of air. “Fuck, Lauren. You feel better than I remembered. And believe me, I’ve been having some rather vivid memories.” He withdrew, not fully, not all the way, just enough for me to feel the emptiness, and then he plunged back inside. “I thought of you in my office, pleasuring yourself in front of me.” He pulled out and then plunged inside again with force, eliciting a grunt from me as his body slammed into mine. “I’ve thought of you pressed to the window in the bedroom, and bent over this bench, and pressed to the bars of the elevator. I cannot forget you. I cannot lose you. You fit me perfectly. You were made for me, Lauren.”
I pulled him tight, the desire to somehow get closer to this man filling me so intently it became a need. I gripped onto him with my hands, my arms, my legs and my mouth. Sweat had made our flesh sticky and our skin stuck together as though it belonged there, as though separation was impossible.
“I want to taste you,” Tyler growled into my ear. “I need to taste you.” He withdrew quickly, leaving me reeling from the loss of him, before he dropped to his knees, pushing my thighs wide apart. “My god, you taste good.” His words came out mumbled as he assaulted me with his mouth. His tongue was urgent and lapped at me desperately. His hand gripped my hips, pulling me into him as though he couldn’t get enough. I dove my fingers through his dark hair as his head bobbed between my legs.
“Tyler,” I panted. The desire to come was welling quickly. “Tyler, Tyler, I’m about to—”
He tore away from me. “No,” he ordered. “Not yet.”
Grabbing the sides of my face between his hands, he kissed me feverishly before leaving trails of moisture as he made his way down my neck, over my chest and found a home nestled between my breasts. His head twisted from one side to the other as he attended to the soft swell of each breast.
Guiding me from the bench, he pulled me to the ground and I rose over him. As I straddled his hips, the hardness of him rubbed against me. Leaning forward, I kissed his mouth as I ground against him, using his steel-like hardness to pleasure myself. I slid over the length of him, not yet allowing him to slip inside, coating him in my slickness as he groaned into my mouth.
The scent of our sex was heavy in the air. There was a small part of me that told me to stop, that this wasn’t what I should be doing. But it was so small, so faint, it was easy to ignore. In that moment, I wasn’t thinking of anything else. I wasn’t thinking of the way he spoke to me after rock climbing. I wasn’t thinking of the awful words he yelled in the casino foyer. The only thing I was thinking was how good he felt. How my body longed and pleaded for him.
Reaching between our sweat drenched bodies, I wrapped my hand around his cock and guided him inside me as I sat upright. Tyler’s hands moved to my hips as I rocked back and forth. He did not try to control my movement, he simply rested his hands there, his fingers digging into my skin as I lost myself. The alcohol dulled my whispers of hesitation and I rocked on top of him, my head lolling back and my hands massaging my breasts. I concentrated only on the sensation of riding him, of feeling him inside me. Moving my hips in a circular motion, I ground against him as I bit my lower lip, the need to come overwhelming me suddenly as I cried out, arching my back as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me. Once done, I collapsed onto his chest, although Tyler remained hard and strong inside me. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close as he whispered sweet nothings into my ear. Then, he flipped me over, his cock still inside as he rose over the top of me, lifting my legs to his shoulders. I wasn’t sure I would be able to take what I knew would come next. My body was drained of everything, leaving me tender and sensitive to his touch. Sensing this, Tyler moved slowly at first, letting his rhythm increase as my tenderness wilted under his need. Rising to his knees, Tyler slanted the curve of my backside off the floor, allowing himself better access as his tempo increased. He plunged into me, my body rippling with each thrust until finally, he too cried out and pushed inside as he throbbed with release.
Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the warmth of the rug under us, or maybe it was the contentedness of our bodies, but we fell asleep there on the floor, wrapped in each other’s embrace.