Page 103 of Unbearable

Oh, Jesus, it sounds like he’s begging me.

The tip of his nose glides up the side of my throat.

“Please what?”

He places his hands beside my head, supporting his weight as he looks down at me. “Let me be with you. All of you.”

His fingers trace the curve of my side until they’re at the waistband of my jeans. We both stop, just for a second. I’m already aching for this and he knows it. His mouth goes to my ear and his fingers to the skin above my jeans making me shiver.

“Is this okay?” His body tenses, eyebrows squeezing together because he knows I may say no. Just because V was going steady with D didn’t mean D could come in yet.

Shut the fuck up, Raven.

“I think you should just take these off,” he says, his heart thumping heavily against my chest.

I laugh a little. He’s smiling, sure of himself, and I take his bottom lip between mine just to taste before shimmying out of my jeans. Tyler helps, skimming one broad palm down the side of my thigh until I kick them the rest of the way off.

“So fucking sexy….” He trails off, his voice thick with need as he separates himself from me.

Standing, Tyler lowers the band of his shorts, freeing his himself for me at the edge of the bed.

Wanting to taste him, I move to my knees taking his hardness between my palms. Running my hands from the base to the tip, I repeat the motions.

Finally, I lower my mouth to him.

“Jesus Christ….” Tyler groans, the intensity in his eyes can only be described as raw hunger. He makes a lot of noises, soft grunts and moans, with one hand tangling in my hair, guiding and encouraging me to continue. All the talk, all the messages and wishing we could be together these last few months have led to this, something neither of us can slow down even if we wanted to.

My body throbs for him, the need so strong I start to shake.

Tyler seems to be on the same page when he stops me, dragging my mouth from him and gently laying me down on the bed.

He hovers at my entrance and then pushes forward an inch. He looks down at me with this intensity, but his smile is playful. “You want my tongue on your pussy, Raven?”

Jesus, I love the way pussy rolls off his tongue.It’s fucking erotic and needs to be said daily.

“Yes.” I moan, my breath escaping in a whoosh when my lips part.

“Yes what?” His eyes level with mine, tattered breathing making his chest shake, seeming to enjoy my struggle to control my composure. Of course he’s enjoying this. The last time we had sex was back in December. “Never be afraid to say what you want.”

“I’m not, with you.” I breathe out slowly. “I want your tongue on my pussy.”

He laughs, once. “Say pussy once more.”

I grab onto the little bit of hair that’s grown back and tug. “Put your tongue on my V, damn it.”

He does as he’s told, moving down my body, his eyes closing and inhaling deeply. “Your pussy smells so good.”

Tyler and I both sigh when his tongue makes contact with my center. His tongue, wet and warm, is soft and delicate to the touch. Almost tentative in nature, as if he’s nervous but still, it’s more in the way he holds me in place. As if to say he won’t let me go now, even if I wanted him to.

He grabs my hips tighter with one hand, his other working with his tongue to send me over the edge, but what does it is his moan at my reaction.

Writhing in his hands, I scream so loud my voice cracks and I’m left with silent pleas and begging for him to never stop.

When he draws back and stares up at me, I whimper at the thought of him sliding inside me. My thighs immediately clench in anticipation.

“You ready for me, baby?” he asks, crawling possessively up my body. As soon as he shifts forward, I rock against him.

Nodding, I’m unable to hide my excitement. I need him so badly.

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