Page 124 of What Started In Deception

“That feels good.”

“Good,” he said, eager to give her more, greedy for everything that he’d craved for weeks, as he moved lower, stroking her waist with barely there touches, kissing her stomach as it shuddered beneath his lips, then nipping at her hips with his teeth before he eased her thighs farther apart, studying Lydia wide open. “You’re so pretty, Lyd,” he said, tracing her with slippery fingers, listening to her whimper.

And then he used his mouth, groaning as he finally tasted—as she arched and moaned.

Her breathing came faster as their eyes met—as he came back for more, sliding his tongue up her silky folds, stopping to tease her bud.

“Ty,” she shuddered out as she tipped her head back.

Not nearly finished, he pulled her gently into his mouth, stroking her with his tongue, watching her body shiver as her hips began to move, knowing that she was about to come.

“Yes, Ty,” she whispered, rocking faster as he suckled some more, adding two fingers, pushing them into her sexy fire.

And then she tensed as she lost her breath, pulsing around him as she cried out.

He kept her going, loving her sounds—the way she gasped and jerked, the way her hands went wild in his hair, bringing her down slowly before he started his way back up her body, staring at rosy cheeks and eyes glazed with passion. Starving for another kiss, his mouth collided with hers again.

She went after the button on his shorts. “Let’s take these off.”

He made fast work of ridding himself of his shorts and boxer briefs before he settled between her legs.

She snagged her lip with her teeth as she wrapped her hand around him, sliding her palm up and down. “You’re big, Ty.”

“We can go slow.”

She nodded as she continued to work him.

He closed his eyes as he rested his forehead against hers, exhaling a long breath, loving that her hands were on him. “That feels great.”

“Good.”

He kissed her again as he held her gaze. “I want to be with you, Lyd.”

“I want to be with you, too.”

His mouth met hers again as he let his tip push against her slick opening—something that he never did without protection.

Her breathing grew unsteady as she rocked her hips.

He pushed a little deeper. “Tell me to stop if you don’t want this.”

She shook her head. “I don’t want you to stop.”

“I have a condom in my wallet.”

“I don’t want you to stop, Ty.”

He stared into her eyes as he pushed himself deep, moaning as she did, never feeling anything better than Lydia tight and wet against him. “Oh my God, Lyd.”

Her breath shuddered in and out as she clutched at his shoulders. “You feel so good, Ty.”

He brushed her hair back from her forehead, waiting to regret his recklessness—that he was breaking his own rules—but he didn’t want to fight it anymore—this need for Lydia. All he wanted was more and more of her. “This is okay? You’re okay?”

She nodded. “I want this. With you.”

“Me, too.”

She smiled.