His mouth descends on mine again, silencing any further words. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer as his hands roam my body. The cool counter beneath me contrasts with the heat of his touch, creating sensations that make me dizzy with want.
"I need you," I gasp when he breaks the kiss to trail his lips down my neck. "Now, Tyler. Please."
His hands move to my jeans, popping the button and lowering the zipper agonizingly slowly. I lift my hips, helping him slide them down my legs along with my panties. The vulnerability of being half-naked while he's still partially clothed makes me shiver.
"You're so wet already," he groans, his fingers sliding between my folds. "Fuck, Delaney."
I reach for his belt, fumbling with the buckle in my eagerness. Tyler chuckles, a low sound that vibrates through his chest, and helps me, quickly lowering his pants and boxers enough for his cock to spring free.
That night I hadn't gotten a good view of him, and seeing him now in the light of day, my breath catches as I take in the magnificent sight of him. Tyler's cock stands proudly, thick and veined, the tip already glistening with arousal. I've never been with a man so perfectly proportioned, so intimidatingly large.
"Like what you see?" Tyler asks, his voice husky with desire as he strokes himself once, twice.
"I . . . um . . . yes," I stammer, unable to look away. My mouth waters with an unexpected urge that surprises me.
"Can't wait any longer," Tyler groans, positioning himself at my entrance.
I gasp as he pushes into me, stretching me in ways I only imagined. The fullness is overwhelming, perfect. My nails dig into his shoulders as he sinks deeper, my body adjusting to his size.
"Fuck, you feel incredible," Tyler moans, his forehead pressed against mine. "So tight, so perfect. Better than I remember."
I can't form words as he fills me. My body stretches around him, the sensation both overwhelming and intoxicating. When he begins to move, I get lost in the rhythm he sets, my world narrowing to just this moment, just this connection.
"Don't stop," I whisper, wrapping my legs tighter around him. "Please, Tyler."
His pace increases, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through me. The kitchen counter is hard beneath me, but I barely notice, too consumed by the feel of him inside me. Tyler's hands grip my hips, angling me to take him deeper.
"That's it," he encourages as I moan. "Let me hear you. God, I love the sounds you make for me."
I can't muffle the sounds of pleasure. Each thrust hits that perfect spot inside me, building the tension in my core. Tyler's mouth finds one of my nipples, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak, sending sparks of pleasure straight to my core. My back arches off the counter, pushing my breast more firmly into his mouth.
"So damn responsive," Tyler murmurs against my skin before moving to my other breast. "I love how your body reacts to me."
His words, combined with the skilled movements of his mouth and the relentless rhythm of his hips, push me closer to the edge. I'm overwhelmed by sensation, by the feeling of him filling me so completely.
"I'm close," I gasp, my fingers digging into his shoulders. "So close."
Tyler increases his pace, his thrusts becoming more powerful, more urgent. "Come for me, Delaney. Let go."
The tension in my body snaps, pleasure exploding through me in waves. I cry out his name as my body clenches around him, drawing him deeper. Tyler groans, his movements becoming erratic as he follows me over the edge.
"Fuck," Tyler growls, his body shuddering against mine as he finds his release. His arms tighten around me, holding me close as we both ride out the waves of pleasure. I feel his heart hammering against my chest, matching my own racing pulse.
For several moments, we remain locked together, neither of us willing to break the connection. Tyler's forehead rests against mine, our ragged breathing slowly returning to normal.
"That was. . ." I begin, but words fail me.
"Just the beginning," Tyler finishes, his voice still rough with desire. He brushes a strand of hair from my face, his touch gentle despite the intensity of what just happened between us.
I'm suddenly aware of our surroundings—the kitchen counter beneath me, the evening light streaming in through the windows. Anyone could have walked in and seen us. The thought should horrify me, but instead, it sends a forbidden thrill through my body.
"I'm never gonna look at this counter the same," Tyler groans, pulling from me and helping me down off the counter. My legs wobble, and I grip his arms for support.
"Easy there." Tyler chuckles, steadying me. "I've got you."
I blush, suddenly aware of my nakedness in the bright kitchen. Tyler's eyes travel down my body, still hungry despite what we just shared.
"Don't," I whisper, but there's no real protest in my voice.