Desolation
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He leans back, still holding my eyes, and shrugs off his jacket. He drops it to the floor before taking his shirt and pulling it over his head. My eyes drop to his muscled body and my tummy tightens with need. He’s beautiful. So damned beautiful. He reaches for his jeans and I turn away, cheeks heating once more. I hear the zipper go, and then his boots hit the floor.
Then he’s back over me.
Naked.
Blissfully naked.
His skin is hot against my own, his body hard and dominating. His hardness is pressed between my legs, probing, waiting. I whimper when he reaches for my panties. This is happening fast, but it’s not cold. I know Tyke. I adore Tyke. I trust Tyke. He’s the only person I’ve ever loved with all of my heart. I want him to have this as much as I want it for myself.
He lowers my panties and when he sees me for the first time, my flesh exposed to him, he hisses and curses. Then he tosses my panties. “Fuck, Pippa,” he growls. “You’re beautiful. So fuckin’ beautiful.”
“I’m . . .” I swallow, shifting nervously. “Tyke, I’m scared.”
He looks up at me and brings his body down over mine again. This time his hardness is pressed right there. It feels forbidden, yet utterly beautiful. He strokes a finger down my cheek and our eyes stay locked in silence for a long moment. “I won’t hurt you,” he finally whispers. “Never hurt you, Pip.”
“I know,” I say, my voice breathy.
“I can’t do all the things I’d like to do to make this better for you, baby, because my lip is busted up, but I’m going to do everything I can to make this less . . . painful.”
He can’t do everything he’d like. What would he like?
He must see the question on my face, because his lip quirks.
“I was going to lick you until you screamed my name,” he murmurs and my eyes go wide. “But I can’t do that with my mouth the way it is. So, I’m going to have to make it better for you in other ways.”
How many ways are there?
He shows me.
First, by putting his mouth to my breasts and gently sucking. He flicks the tips of my nipples with his tongue, sending a sensation through my body that’s so incredible I cry out his name, clutching his shoulders and arching up to him. I’ve never felt something so amazing.
I’m so distracted I don’t realize his fingers are against my sex until he slips one into my folds and over my clit. I gasp and my eyes meet his as he looks up at me. He smiles lazily, and gently dips his finger lower. “Wet, baby. Exactly how I want you.” Then he brings his finger back up and starts massaging the aching ball of nerves that doesn’t seem to be easing, but instead building hotter and hotter.
His mouth finds my nipple again, his fingers massage my sex, and before I know it, that intense pleasure I felt with him the last time we were together is rising again. I whimper, arching until my back hurts, feeling the intensity get higher and higher until I’m screaming his name and my body is coming undone. My skin prickles, my core tightens, and I shudder viciously as pleasure takes over.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Good girl.”
He releases me slowly as my shuddering subsides, and crawls back up my body until he’s positioned over me again. He presses his lips to my temple as he leans over, taking out a condom from the jeans on the floor. He rises up, and I get my first look at him, entirely naked. My eyes drop to the deep V in his groin area that leads to his manhood.
My eyes widen when they catch sight of the hard, thick, pulsing length. It’s big, long and terrifying. I swallow as my eyes move over it, taking in the soft skin just below it, with two distinct bulges. Tyke takes hold of it, stroking it up and down, and then he slides a yellow rubbery-looking condom over it, covering it from tip to base.
I look up at him. “Tyke,” I whisper.
“It’s goin’ to be fine, darlin’. You say no, I’ll stop. You hear?”
I nod, and when his body covers mine again, panic rises higher and higher. I try to take deep, steady breaths, but I don’t know what’s about to happen. I have no idea. None at all. My eyes flash to Tyke’s, and his brows furrow. “Shit, baby, you look like you’re going to vomit.”
“Can you talk me through it? I don’t . . . I have no idea what’s going to happen.”
His eyes soften and he leans down, pressing our foreheads together. “Firstly, you got to relax. The more you clench, the more it’ll hurt. I’m going to go as easy as I can on you, Pip, but you gotta trust me.”
I nod, swallowing.
“Breathe, baby.”
I take a deep, shaky breath.
“Another.”
I do it again and again, until my body is less tense.
“Focus on me,” Tyke says, kissing the hollow of my ear. “Just focus on me.”
I do. I focus on the way his mouth moves down my neck, over my collarbone and back up. I focus on the gentle way he kneads my breasts, sending little thrills through my body. I focus on his hard, muscled body warming mine, protecting me. I close my eyes and drink him in, taking in every single feeling swelling in my chest.
He reaches down between us and then he’s right there, pressing against my entrance.
“Going to push in a little. You tell me when you want me to stop and I’ll stop. We’ll adjust and then keep going.”
I nod, and whisper, “Kiss me, please.”
He obliges and kisses me softly at first, teasing my mouth with his. Then it gets deeper and his tongue starts dancing with mine. He presses against me, pushing into my sex until a distinct burn radiates through my core. I flinch and he immediately stops.
Then he’s back over me.
Naked.
Blissfully naked.
His skin is hot against my own, his body hard and dominating. His hardness is pressed between my legs, probing, waiting. I whimper when he reaches for my panties. This is happening fast, but it’s not cold. I know Tyke. I adore Tyke. I trust Tyke. He’s the only person I’ve ever loved with all of my heart. I want him to have this as much as I want it for myself.
He lowers my panties and when he sees me for the first time, my flesh exposed to him, he hisses and curses. Then he tosses my panties. “Fuck, Pippa,” he growls. “You’re beautiful. So fuckin’ beautiful.”
“I’m . . .” I swallow, shifting nervously. “Tyke, I’m scared.”
He looks up at me and brings his body down over mine again. This time his hardness is pressed right there. It feels forbidden, yet utterly beautiful. He strokes a finger down my cheek and our eyes stay locked in silence for a long moment. “I won’t hurt you,” he finally whispers. “Never hurt you, Pip.”
“I know,” I say, my voice breathy.
“I can’t do all the things I’d like to do to make this better for you, baby, because my lip is busted up, but I’m going to do everything I can to make this less . . . painful.”
He can’t do everything he’d like. What would he like?
He must see the question on my face, because his lip quirks.
“I was going to lick you until you screamed my name,” he murmurs and my eyes go wide. “But I can’t do that with my mouth the way it is. So, I’m going to have to make it better for you in other ways.”
How many ways are there?
He shows me.
First, by putting his mouth to my breasts and gently sucking. He flicks the tips of my nipples with his tongue, sending a sensation through my body that’s so incredible I cry out his name, clutching his shoulders and arching up to him. I’ve never felt something so amazing.
I’m so distracted I don’t realize his fingers are against my sex until he slips one into my folds and over my clit. I gasp and my eyes meet his as he looks up at me. He smiles lazily, and gently dips his finger lower. “Wet, baby. Exactly how I want you.” Then he brings his finger back up and starts massaging the aching ball of nerves that doesn’t seem to be easing, but instead building hotter and hotter.
His mouth finds my nipple again, his fingers massage my sex, and before I know it, that intense pleasure I felt with him the last time we were together is rising again. I whimper, arching until my back hurts, feeling the intensity get higher and higher until I’m screaming his name and my body is coming undone. My skin prickles, my core tightens, and I shudder viciously as pleasure takes over.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Good girl.”
He releases me slowly as my shuddering subsides, and crawls back up my body until he’s positioned over me again. He presses his lips to my temple as he leans over, taking out a condom from the jeans on the floor. He rises up, and I get my first look at him, entirely naked. My eyes drop to the deep V in his groin area that leads to his manhood.
My eyes widen when they catch sight of the hard, thick, pulsing length. It’s big, long and terrifying. I swallow as my eyes move over it, taking in the soft skin just below it, with two distinct bulges. Tyke takes hold of it, stroking it up and down, and then he slides a yellow rubbery-looking condom over it, covering it from tip to base.
I look up at him. “Tyke,” I whisper.
“It’s goin’ to be fine, darlin’. You say no, I’ll stop. You hear?”
I nod, and when his body covers mine again, panic rises higher and higher. I try to take deep, steady breaths, but I don’t know what’s about to happen. I have no idea. None at all. My eyes flash to Tyke’s, and his brows furrow. “Shit, baby, you look like you’re going to vomit.”
“Can you talk me through it? I don’t . . . I have no idea what’s going to happen.”
His eyes soften and he leans down, pressing our foreheads together. “Firstly, you got to relax. The more you clench, the more it’ll hurt. I’m going to go as easy as I can on you, Pip, but you gotta trust me.”
I nod, swallowing.
“Breathe, baby.”
I take a deep, shaky breath.
“Another.”
I do it again and again, until my body is less tense.
“Focus on me,” Tyke says, kissing the hollow of my ear. “Just focus on me.”
I do. I focus on the way his mouth moves down my neck, over my collarbone and back up. I focus on the gentle way he kneads my breasts, sending little thrills through my body. I focus on his hard, muscled body warming mine, protecting me. I close my eyes and drink him in, taking in every single feeling swelling in my chest.
He reaches down between us and then he’s right there, pressing against my entrance.
“Going to push in a little. You tell me when you want me to stop and I’ll stop. We’ll adjust and then keep going.”
I nod, and whisper, “Kiss me, please.”
He obliges and kisses me softly at first, teasing my mouth with his. Then it gets deeper and his tongue starts dancing with mine. He presses against me, pushing into my sex until a distinct burn radiates through my core. I flinch and he immediately stops.
