Promise Me (20 page)

"Tyler," I moan between panting and writhing when I reach my release and close my eyes to relish the feeling.

I'm more than sated while he scoops me up in his arms like a rag doll to lay my head on the pillows again, nibbling on my neck and jaw as my breathing just barely returns to normal. I open my eyes when he lifts his head and another flash of light from the windows plays on the angles of his beautiful face.

There is no mistaking the want in Tyler's low voice while he kisses the spot just below my earlobe again. "I was wrong. Seeing you in my shirt last night wasn't the sexiest thing I've ever seen."

I encircle my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to my lips so that his are poised just above mine. My body flutters and my fingers grip onto his shoulders as he sensually licks my bottom lip.

"Watching and hearing you say my name like that was definitely the sexiest thing I've ever experienced… and when I'm finally inside you and make you say my name like that again, it might kill me," he says before grinding his lower body against my sensitive flesh.

Not wanting to wait anymore, I feel his body tighten above me when I bring my hands down his back to the waistband of boxer briefs. Tyler leans back until he is almost sitting in between my legs and runs his hands up and down my inner thighs while his lust filled eyes covet every inch of my skin. Following his movement, I sit up and start to kiss and skim my fingers up and down the black swirls on his right arm, shoulder, and upper chest. I stop to look up at him and he cradles my face in his hands.

My voice is laced with need when I say, "I want to see all of you."

"You will."

Gently he pushes us back down onto the bed and reaches across me to his nightstand, never breaking away from my lips. At the sound of the foil wrinkling in his hand he stops kissing me, props back up and removes the last article of clothing between us. My eyes take in his gorgeous naked body as he tears the condom wrapper with his teeth and sheaths it over himself.

He licks my bottom lip and I feel his arousal press against me. I wrap my legs around him to try to position myself and I feel his mouth curve into a grin against mine.

"Tyler, please," I almost plead, not caring at all how desperate it sounds.

He positions himself at my entrance and fills me in one stroke, swallowing my moan as his mouth plunders mine at the same time. It's the most perfect feeling I've ever experienced. The sensation is overwhelming and I can't keep myself from gripping his hair when he begins to move inside me at a deliciously slow pace.

He runs his hand down the side of my breast and further to my hip until he reaches my knee and hitches it higher up his waist. My body starts to respond to his rhythm until he slides into me and stops moving altogether. I almost whimper out loud when I feel his hands burrow underneath my back.

"Lock your ankles together, I've got you," and he lifts me as he goes to sit on his haunches and brings me to sit astride him.

The different position has me feeling even more than I thought possible and I begin to move on top of him, dropping my head back at the contact. His arm angles across my back to grab my shoulder when he brings his mouth to my breast and it's my undoing. As my body starts to tighten around him, he releases my breast and pulls my neck down so that my forehead presses against his. Our eyes lock onto each other's when I finally come apart in his arms.

In my foggy, pleasure induced state, he lies me back down and kisses me as if I was a glass of water in the middle of the desert. I search for his hands to link mine in his and he raises them above my head as his pace quickens until I feel him shudder above me and moan into my mouth, finding his own release.

Our bodies stay connected as if we both need to revel in this moment that has taken so long for us to get to. My eyes stay closed while the weight of his body shifts slightly but still blankets mine, bringing me warmth to every fiber of my being, inside and out.

He kisses me again, but it definitely feels different. It's soft and soothing like he knows it's exactly what I need from him right now. Dipping his head again, he nuzzles my neck while he unlaces our fingers and frames my face with his hands. He makes a trail with his lips from my ear to my chin, then lifting his head to place soft kisses on my forehead, my cheeks, the tip of my nose and eventually my mouth.

Tyler's gravelly low voice vibrates against my lips and my body hums languidly in response. "Open your eyes."

When I comply, his eyes are soft and fixed onto mine. "That was definitely worth waiting ten years for."

My body relaxed, my mind free of thoughts, my limbs entwined with Tyler's is the closest to paradise I've felt in a very long time in my life. The only time we've moved in the last couple of hours was to eat dessert. Well, that's not really true. More like he moved to go get some strawberry ice cream and then proceeded to feed it to me in bed by the spoonful. That task lasted all of maybe ten minutes until I moaned while taking a particular sampling. As a result, he quickly threw aside the pint of ice cream and made love to me again. This is how I ended up being draped over most of his body. My cheek pressed against his bare chest with one of my legs hitched over both of his. He's holding one of my hands over his heart, while the other is drawing figure eights lightly across my bare back.

"Are you asleep?"

Tyler's drowsy voice cuts through the comfortable silence that blankets us. Smiling to myself while I stretch my arm across his torso, I lift my head to rest my chin on his chest and peer up at him through half closed eyes.

"Not yet," I answer with a contented sigh. "But if you keep making circles on my back I just might pass out on you."

Amused by my answer, he leans forward a bit and kisses my forehead before settling onto his back again. "We definitely can't have that."

A grin stays on his lips when he stops traipsing his fingers on my back and instead starts to sift them through my hair.

"That might be worse," I say with a laugh.

He chuckles and quickly rolls me onto my back, keeping his head propped up with an elbow. His eyes roam over my exposed chest before he dips his head to place a kiss over my heart. The motion so simple yet I feel it from the very top of my head down to my toes. A shiver rolls through me and I weave my arms around his neck to bring him closer to me.

"You liked that," he says and goes on to trace his lips against my collarbone.

"How do you know?"

"Because I can tell by your reaction… here." He pauses to lift his head a fraction so all I see are his beautiful eyes while he glides his index finger across my neck. I know he can feel my pulse jumping out of my skin and I'm almost embarrassed that he could pick up on it so succinctly.

"And here," his finger now trailing my shoulder and down my arm to point out the goose bumps that have reappeared.

Tyler then brings his finger back up my arm and across my neck until finally reaching my mouth, where my breaths are coming now at a quickened pace. While gently swiping his finger over my bottom lip he whispers, "And here."

I feel exposed and a little scared that he can read me so easily, especially while his eyes are boring straight into mine. Feeling overwhelmed and still embarrassed from my body's reaction to him, I dart my eyes while trying to shift my legs restlessly under the comforter.

"Don't be embarrassed."

"How can I not be embarrassed," I say in a quiet voice, "you obviously can read me like a book. It's a little…"

He presses his finger over my mouth to keep me from saying how it's all a little too much. I'm almost mad at him for shutting me up, but, what he goes on to tell me is so amazing that I could care less about whatever anxiety I had a moment ago.

"Baby, I don't think you get it. I like that I can make your pulse race. I
really
like it when I can make you shiver too. But what I
really
like, is when your breaths start to get all short and uneven, almost like you're panting just because I'm touching you."

My breaths are now completely erratic and I'm not embarrassed about it in the slightest. That ridiculously sexy grin of his is the last thing I see before he bends his head to bring his mouth to my ear. Now, my legs are even more restless than before but it has nothing to do with being embarrassed. I latch my fingers onto his hair to bring him closer to me but he doesn't budge.

"What do you want me to do to you?" He asks in a low voice against my ear.

Without a thought as to how desperate it sounds, I answer back quickly. "Touch me."

"Where do you want me to touch you, baby?"

Tyler's hand is already sliding down my neck towards my breasts and keeps on going until finally stopping at my hip. I'm panting loudly, when he stops just before reaching the exact spot I want him to touch right now.

"There?"

I shake my head while his fingers continue their assault by skimming leisurely down my leg.

"How about there?"

I shake my head again and mew out loud in protest when his fingers make their way back up my inner thigh before stopping again.

"Tell me."

My fingers tighten their grip on his hair just as his fingers inch up to where I am aching for him. Between moans, I strangle out, "There… please touch me there."

I feel the unmistakable smile in his voice when he breathes against my neck, "All you had to do was ask, baby."

The rest of the night is a blur of pleasure thanks to Tyler's skillful hands, mouth, and body and not once do I feel the slightest bit of embarrassment in telling him exactly what I want.

The sound of light traffic and a honking horn from the street below wakes me up the next day. My arm slowly creeps across the mattress to seek out Tyler but come up empty handed. With that, my head pops up to find that I'm alone in his bed. Before I call out to him, a flash of bright color to my right catches my eye. There, on his nightstand, is a glass vase full of gerbera daisies with a piece of paper balanced atop them, my name scribbled visibly across it. With ninja like reflexes and a goofy smile plastered on my face, I wrap the comforter around my naked torso and reach out for the note.

I clutch the note to my chest and stare at the flowers longingly then literally sigh out loud. Can he be any more perfect? There has to be something wrong with him or a secret life he hasn't shared with me yet. I read the note again and damn it! Even his handwriting is turning me on! I fall back onto the mattress and try to stop the wheels that are spinning in my head. After a moment I glance back at the red, orange, yellow, and white cluster of blossoms and thankfully, my head clears. I'm not going to let my usual over anxious self drive me crazy. There is no other shoe that will drop as of right now so I'm going to enjoy it because honestly, I think I deserve it. I deserve Tyler.

With that I see the red numbers from his alarm clock staring back at me and jump up to sitting position. I have about forty five minutes before he's due back so I have to get a move on. In a full on sprint and keeping the comforter wrapped around me -why I have no idea, since I'm the only one here- I race into the living room to retrieve my overnight bag. Quickly deciding on an acceptable outfit, I run back towards the bathroom with my toiletries bag tucked under my arm, which is still clutching the comforter for some reason. I take a lightning fast shower, get dressed, apply a little make up, and blow dry my hair.