Page 60 of Tyler's Rule
I shivered, and it rippled through him, too, as if we were connected.
The startling realisation hit me that I wanted him inside me. It wasn’t just that I needed to come. I wanted that closeness. For him to lose his mind. At the same point, it scared me.
His careful words brought me back into myself. “Watch my face, Dixie.”
In the glass, I connected my gaze to his, able to breathe again. Tyler moved his fingers, dragging the wetness up to work my clit in easy circles.
“Ye feel so good. You’re so perfect.”
His words kept up with his movements, and I sank into the feeling. How hard he was behind me. How safe I felt in his arms. He built me up, skilfully and gradually, winding me to a point where I thought I might crash out.
“Ye like this?” he asked.
“Tyler, please.”
His reply came as a whisper. “I’ve got ye.”
He did, and I loved that. He’d taken ownership of me, and it had been all I’d needed. Until this. This was so much more.
I rocked my hips, chasing the heat he generated inside me. I was so close. “I just need…”
“I know, baby.”
Tyler put his head down next to mine then launched me with two more strokes of his fingers. I moaned out, pleasure my new bestie. Sensation drowned me, a flood of rain on a desert. The first time I’d come in forever. I draped onto him, my hand coming to rest on top of his, keeping him between my legs.
Emotion rushed just as fast.
Along with my cry of happiness, actual tears lined my eyes and spilled down my cheeks. My breathing turned choppy, and I couldn’t hide a sob. Embarrassed, I twisted in Tyler’s arms, burying my face in his chest.
He swore and brushed back my hair. “Sweetheart, are you crying? Fuck.”
It only made me worse.
Tyler boosted us back against the pillows, holding me close to him as I wept, shaking, and curled into his hold. My tears wouldn’t stop, but I managed words to still his worry.
“I’m s-sorry,” I blubbed.
“Did I hurt ye?”
“No. I don’t know why I’m crying.”
He held me, stroking my back, my hair, and wiped away my tears. Whispering that he was there for me. That I was perfect.
I wasn’t. Hot mess came to mind as a better description. But couldn’t a girl break down every now and again? Maybe if it were for months straight, I’d need my head read.
Eventually, I calmed and tried to work out what I could say to excuse being so weird. A buzz pierced the air. Tyler’s phone.
He heaved a sigh, but our time was up. Those thirty minutes had passed so quickly, and in a way, I was relieved.
He tugged the blanket over me and dressed, then sat back on the bed. “I’m sorry I have to go.”
“It’s okay.”
“I don’t want to leave ye.”
I didn’t want him to either. Which was strange because every time I’d ever had sex, it ended with the guy walking away.
“Say the words.”
