Don’t Let Go

40. Aurora

40

Aurora

There’s a hitch in my breath before gliding my hands over Tyler’s chest, feeling the warmth radiating from his body and the firmness of his muscles beneath my fingertips. I tug on his shirt, needing more contact. “Off,” I ordered.

“Right now, we’re not ourselves,” I whispered. “We're anyone else.”

He complied and his shirt disappeared. He lifted my chin with his finger and said, “But I want to be us. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Something inside me snapped and I wrapped my arms tightly around him, pressing our bodies together until I could feel his heart beating against mine.

Our lips met and our tongues danced as we tasted each other. Tyler let out a low moan that sounded like relief, as if the possibility of being with me had always been just out of reach but now he could finally let go. He released all control and I loved it.

As I took off my top, Tyler smiled wickedly. His hands traced the black lace of my bra delicately as if I were fragile. But I didn't want delicate, I wanted passion. I unhooked my bra from behind and he slipped it off my arms, brushing his thumb over my right breast. My nipple hardened in response to his touch and he licked my breast while teasing the other with his thumb. I whimpered and he kissed my lips again, igniting a fire within me with his warm skin against mine.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked as I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his zipper.

“Yes,” I said, staring into his lust-filled eyes.

He brushed a strand of hair away from my face. “I’d do anything for my siren with the green eyes.”

I laughed. “Does that make you my sailor?”

“I’m whatever you need me to be,” he whispered.

His jeans and boxers slid off his hips and he kicked them away. I peeled off my dress and we walked backward until the back of his knees hit the end of the bed. I pushed him onto the mattress and pounced on top of him.

I gave him a wicked smile as I fished out a condom from my overturned purse and handed it to him.

His face flushed, the light dusting of freckles under his right eye becoming more prominent. “I didn’t think we’d—”

I placed a finger on his lips. “Shut up and kiss me. I don’t want either of us to think. I just want to feel.”

He rolled the condom onto himself and wrapped his large hands around my waist. His fingertips dipped under the elastic of my purple panties and he kissed my jawline and collarbone. As he licked my breasts, his hands gently pulled down my underwear, exposing me.

He gingerly pushed me over so he was on top, gazing down at me. He studied my naked body for a moment as if memorizing every detail. I thought this type of staring would make me self-conscious, but instead, it made me feel seen and special.

Tyler pushed his hand against my collarbone, making me arch back. “You’re beautiful,” he said in a husky voice.

His fingers trailed down my sternum to my belly button, circling it tauntingly. I bucked my hips and he moved south, cupping me between my thighs.

A small gasp escaped my lips and he froze. “Are you okay?” His eyes filled with worry.

I nodded. “Yes. I’m just not used to someone being so… kind to me.” I turned my head. Shame flooded over me as I thought about how I had allowed myself to be used and mistreated by Paolo in the past, never experiencing true pleasure or care from him. But with Tyler, it was different. He made me feel seen and cherished, and for that, I was grateful.

“I just want you to be happy.” Tyler's voice was soft and gentle, his hand returned to rest between my thighs. His thumb traced circles over my opening, slowly working to relax me and make me more receptive to him. He slid two fingers inside of me, taking the time to find exactly what made my body respond.

I laid flat on my back and spread my legs wider, silently giving him permission to continue. “I'm ready,” I whispered, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness building within me. He kisses my knee before grasping my legs and pulling me closer to him. I wrapped my legs around his torso as he sank into me, marveling at how easily he fit inside of me. I threw my hand back against the pillow as he began to move, pleasure coursing through my entire body with each thrust. The fullness was almost overwhelming, but then he shifted angles and it became more comfortable. It felt like I’m about to break, when suddenly a warm feeling of completeness washed over me.

We fall into a rhythm, moving back and forth in sync until the pleasure builds up inside of me. Just when I feel like I can't hold out any longer, I'm hit with a wave of intense pleasure that left me gasping for air. It's the first orgasm that someone else has given me, and it felt amazing.

As Tyler reached his own climax inside me, he moaned and cursed under his breath. His breathing came in gasps as he laid beside me, his hair sticking to his sweaty face. He circled my left nipple with his thumb until it hardened into a pebble. I teased him by shifting so that my ass grazes against his still pulsating penis.

He held me close in his arms. “That was...”

“Amazing,” I finished for him.

He pressed a kiss onto my hair before holding me to his bare chest. “I never knew sex could be so intimate,” he said softly.

I laughed and rolled over to face him. “What did you think it was?”

He grimaced. “I just mean… with my ex…she liked it fast…”

“They say the first ones are sloppy and easy to forget. It’s the second ones that are—”

“Keepers?” he said, brushing his lips against mine.

“We’ll see,” I mocked, kissing him and playfully biting his bottom lip.

“I just want to stay here forever,” Tyler whispered, tracing my mouth with his thumb.

“Forever doesn’t exist, but we can pretend.” I replied, snuggling into him as he pressed his chin on top of my head. In that moment, I felt completely safe and content in his arms.