He pulled back, staring at me with his mouth slightly agape.
“Right now, I want it rough.”
A small smile spread across my lips when I felt him harden between my legs. He swallowed hard before prying himself from the trap my legs had ensnared him in.
“Flip over,” he ordered, his harsh tone making me almost breathless. “Get on your hands and knees.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, I followed his demand, adjusting my body into the position he requested. His hand traveled across my shoulder blades, his touch light. I shivered, ready to fall apart from the anticipation.
“You said you wanted it rough?”
“Yes, Tyler.”
Before I could wrap my head around what was happening, he was behind me, slamming into me. I screamed out as he groaned, his tempo relentless.
“Is this what you want?” he ground out through his labored breaths.
My legs were already jelly. I leaned my head on the pillow, attempting to steady myself when it felt as if the world was spinning in the most amazing, mind-blowing way.
“Harder,” I bellowed, meeting his pace thrust for thrust. A hard slap resonated against my ass and I screamed out in unyielding pleasure, confident I was going to come from the sharp contact alone.
“Again,” I begged. The combination of intense euphoria from him inside me and that roughness in which he loved me lit me on fire. I needed more, so much more. I needed all of him in ways I never thought possible, my world spinning as I tried to make sense of what was going through my head. I wanted to cry, scream, laugh, yell.
Grunting, Tyler reeled back and landed another blow on my other cheek. I continued to meet his rhythm, my pace only increasing with each punishing slap of his hand. I couldn’t remember ever being so turned on, so ready to fall over the edge with another person. I never let anyone see this side of me before. I never knew I had this side to me before. And that was what love should be. Love was finding that one person who made you laugh, cry, smile, hope, crave, want, lust, and grow. I had that with Tyler and I refused to let it go. I knew I would do everything to keep this man at my side… My beautiful, caring, selfless mystery man.
Sweat prickled my brow as I was lost in the sensation of Tyler’s body giving me exactly what I wanted and needed. Gasping, I fought for air, knowing I was about to unravel. Tyler sensed it, as well, and found my nipple, squeezing it between his fingers, delicately nibbling on my shoulder blade.
“I love you, Serafina,” he whispered in his raspy morning voice, his declaration setting me off.
My screams echoed through the bedroom and I didn’t know how even the thickest of soundproofing could muffle them. Waves of intense pleasure continued to roll through me, my body clenching as Tyler moaned through his own release.
Wrapping his arm around me to support me, he kept me upright when I felt as if I was ready to fall. He trailed a finger down my spine and I giggled.
“Rough is fun,” I commented.
He helped lower me back onto the bed and pulled my body against his. I settled into the crook of his embrace, running my fingers through his chest hair. This moment was perfect as he caressed me, wiping the sweat off my forehead.
“I’m a big fan,” he agreed.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Oh, yeah,” he responded, a devilish grin on his face. “Let’s do more of that.”
“Right now?” I asked in disbelief, shooting out of his embrace to see he was already hard again. He began stroking himself and I shook my head. “You’re an animal.” I leaned in and softly placed my lips on his.
“Only for you.”
Gently, he positioned me on my back and took his time entering me, flexing toward me and withdrawing with an air of absolute reverence. I wrapped my arms around his neck and stared into his eyes as he made love to me, giving me all of him once more.
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“HAVE YOU HEARD ANYTHING yet?” Tyler asked after I sat down at the kitchen island. Seeing his eager eyes, I hated giving him the same answer I had for the past several weeks.
At my last meeting with my dad back in August, I had asked him to meet with Tyler. I wasn’t sure how he would react, whether he would think Tyler was using me again, but that wasn’t it at all. He seemed torn. Part of him wanted to jump at the opportunity to finally put this chapter of his life behind him. The other part of him was cautious, worrying whether this was a trap we were both blind to. In the end, he told me he would think about it and asked for time to look into a few things of his own before making up his mind. I had no idea what he needed to look into, but Tyler was optimistic he hadn’t turned him down flat.
But now that a month had gone by with no communication, both of us were a bit on edge. This was the most time that had ever passed with no mention in the weekly bulletin I received of a mass being said in honor of a member of my family.
“Not yet,” I responded, trying to remain cheerful as I raised the cup of decaf to my lips. “But I’m sure I’ll hear something from him any day now.”
“You’re positive he hasn’t sent anything?” he asked, crossing his arms, stretching the fabric of his gray t-shirt. His eyes bore into mine, as if trying to figure out whether I was telling him the truth.
“Yes, I’m sure,” I spat out, irritated at his insinuation. “Unlike some people in this room, I’m actually truthful with those I care about.”
A vein on his neck became engorged and his face reddened a bit, one of the tell-tale signs he wasn’t happy. Then a defeated look washed over him and he sighed, his stature dropping. “I deserve that.”
He turned back around to finish cooking breakfast, making me feel guilty. Over the last few months, he had tried so hard to do everything to bury the past and only look toward our future, but every time he questioned my own truthfulness, I threw it back in his face, reopening the wound I was sure he wanted to heal.
In truth, I hadn’t been entirely honest with him. He had brought up Charlie on countless occasions, asking me if I knew anything else, and I denied having spoken to him. I never told him about that phone call back in July when he told me his side of what happened the night of the embassy attack. I didn’t know why. It wasn’t like it would be helpful in figuring out what was really going on, but that conversation was the real Charlie and I wanted to protect it.
Sliding off my barstool, I went to Tyler and wrapped my arms around his chest from behind. “No, you don’t deserve it, and I should stop bringing it up every time I’m not getting my way. I said I had forgiven you, and I have, yet I still remind you at least once a week. I’ve learned to trust you all over again, Tyler, but I also need you to trust me. I have nothing to gain by keeping my father from you. In fact, I tend to think I only have something to lose if I prevented you from picking his brain. I want this as much as you do. Should I have heard from him at this point? Probably, but I’m certain he has a very good reason for not arranging a meeting yet.”
“Do you think something happened?” Tyler asked urgently, tearing out of my embrace, a frenzied air about him. From what he’d told me of the case, just when they were about to uncover something that may put the pieces together, there would be a setback. It had been a constant battle of two steps forward and three steps back, and I felt for him.
“Tyler…” I wanted to assure him everything was okay, but did I know for certain nothing had happened? No, but I knew my father. He had survived on the run for over fifteen years. He wasn’t going to do something stupid now, not when freedom and the truth were potentially within arm’s reach. “You don’t know my father like I do. He’s a brilliant man. He’s probably taking his time to do some research on you to determine whether you’re trustworthy. From where I’m standing, the fact that he’s taken this long to get back to me is a good sign. It means he’s most likely going to agree to talk to you. So just be patient and trust that when I get notice of a meeting, I will let you know immediately.”