Tears sting the back of my eyes when I feel his body lock up and his arms tense around me. When I feel him try to get up, I sling my leg over his and wrap my arms tighter around him.
“Ty, please just listen.” When he stops moving and stays stone still, I try to relieve him as best as I can. We needed to talk and figure this out. “It’s nothing bad. I promise.”
“What is it?’ he asks, voice monotone.
“I’ve been trying to talk to you about this for some time now, but you always change the subject, or leave. If you want to be in a relationship with me, we have to talk. Now.” I demand, but try to keep my voice soft.
“You know I want to be with you.” His voice rumbles underneath my ear.
“I’ve got a pretty good indication, but we still need to talk. You haven’t been back to your apartment in over a month.”
“I know,” he replies solemnly.
I hate to hear the sadness in his voice. Did he really think I was going to kick him out of my bed and home after the night we’d just had?
“I’ve been thinking about this for a while and wanted to talk to you about it, but you keep avoiding the conversation. I was going to confront you while having sex, but I’m too consumed to even think about talking about something serious, so I thought now’s the perfect time.”
“If you want me to leave you can tell me,” he says miserably.
“I don’t want you to leave, Ty.” I let out a sigh. “This is difficult for me, okay? I like you. A lot. More than I should, but I can’t help how I feel.”
Before I know what’s happening, I’m on my back with Tyson hovering over me. I can barely make out his face in the dark, but from what I can tell it is harsh and serious.
“What do you mean it’s hard and more than you should?” he barks out an inch from my face.
Tears sting the backs of my eyes. “For so many reasons. First of all, I’m your boss and second, you’re the first guy I’ve dated or been with since the divorce.” I try to push him off me, but he doesn’t budge. I need some breathing room so what I want to say doesn’t come out a total mess just like that.
“That came out wrong. I’m sorry. It’s like I won the lottery with you. How did I get so lucky that you were the man in that hotel room? Really Ty, you’re perfect. Almost. I can get over everything else, but the age difference. You’re so young, and I feel like I’m going to hold you back. You should be out going to parties and clubs, not sitting around the house with me watching movies.”
“Are you finished?” he asks harshly.
“You could do better,” I confess.
There I said it.
“My dear beautiful, sweet Sadie,” he shakes his head at me, his nose grazing mine. “You don’t see yourself as I do. I don’t want to do better. I only want you. I have since the moment I saw you, and nothing’s going to change that.”
“You can’t say that. You could change your mind.”
He cocks his head to the side. “Is that what you’re afraid of? If you give yourself completely to me that I’ll change my mind?”
“Maybe,” I whisper in the dark.
“From day one, I’ve been all in. I know what I want, and what I want is you. I can promise you here and now that I won’t change my mind. Trust me, I know it’s scary. There’s so much I’ve held back in the fear that I’d scare you away.” He kisses my cheek, still hovering.
“I don’t want to ruin your life. I don’t want you to wake up one day and wonder why you’re here with this old lady beside you.”
“Between the two of us, you’re the only one that’s thinking of our age difference. I don’t see your age. I only see you.”
Turning to look out the window, I sigh. “I need to get over my hang ups. Rationally, I know that if I was in a relationship with anyone, they could get tired of me and leave me. I could do the same. There’s always that chance. Or they could turn gay.”
“Rarely does that happen. He was already gay before he got involved with you. The world wasn’t as tolerant back then. It still isn’t now in a lot of places. But that didn’t give him the right to marry you when he knew better.”
“How do you always say the right thing to make me feel better?” With my mind spiraling at the uncertainty of every aspect of our relationship, Tyson always calms me and my thoughts.
“Because we’re perfect for each other.” Burying his face into the crook of my neck, he places a sweet kiss and grazes up the column of my neck, holding me tighter. “Was that what you wanted to talk about?”
“It was something we needed to talk about, but no it wasn’t what I wanted to say. If you really believe everything you just said to me then I think you’ll be happy with what I’m about to ask you.”
Rising up to rest his weight on his forearms, he looks down at me. I hate that it is so difficult to see his face in the dark. The only light is from the barely there moonlight.
Letting out a breath I didn’t know I was holding, I bite the bullet and say what I’d been wanting to say for the past couple of weeks. “Since you haven’t stayed a night in your apartment in over a month, I was thinking maybe you should move in.”
“You want me to move in?” he asks in awe.
I guess it was a little surprising when I was afraid that at any moment he’d wake up and decide he could do better.
Cupping his cheek, I kiss first one eye and then the other, the tip of his nose, and finally his kissable lips. “Only if you want to. You’re already here all the time and there’s no point in you paying rent on an apartment that you’re never at. Plus, I don’t think I could sleep in this bed if you weren’t here with me.”
“That’s what I’ve been afraid of. The sleeping part, I mean. After spending one weekend with you in this bed, I couldn’t sleep again until you asked for me to come back.” He dips down and kisses the tip of my nose. “I would love nothing more than to live with you, but I’m going to pay my part. With the bonus, I can pay off the rest of my medical bills and still be comfortable.”
I know I have to let him contribute, even if he does make a substantial amount less than I do, so I’m not going to fight him on it.
“We’ll figure something out the next time the bills need to be paid,” I pull him back down for another kiss. “We can get the rest of your things this weekend. How much more do you have on your lease?”
Kissing down the length of my body, Tyson looks up at me. “Only a couple of months, I wanted to get a better place when I could afford one.”
Throwing one leg over his shoulder, he licks me so thoroughly I almost come right then and there. My fingers tangle in his hair as I grind my aching core against his talented mouth. Each time he starts at my opening with his tongue flat. Once he reaches my stiff bundle of nerves, he swirls and sucks only to start over again.
“Ty, I need more,” I moan.
Plunging two fingers in and out in a steady tempo, he sucks and nibbles on my clit until stars burst from behind my eye lids, my legs clench against his head as I ride out every bit of my never-ending orgasm.
Moving to the side, Tyson reaches for a condom in the drawer.
“Wait,” I say so softly I barely hear myself, but he must have because he stops and looks over at me. “I’m pretty sure you just agreed to move in with me, right?”
“Yeah,” he answers hesitantly.
“So that means you trust me, and I trust you. I got tested and I’m clean, and you are too. We don’t need to use a condom. I don’t know why we’ve been using one this whole time.”
“Habit,” he answers in a clipped tone.
Does he want to continue using them?
“Ty? If you want to still use them we can, but I wanted to put it out on the table that I’m fine if we don’t. It’s not always convenient, and I trust you.”
He kneels on the bed and then grabs both of my feet, pulling me to him.
Rubbing the tip of his cock along my folds, he confesses. “I’ve never had sex without one.” One hand runs up my thigh and stops to circle his thumb over my clit. “I want this with you. You have no idea how badly,” he groans.
“Fuck me, Ty. I want to feel you inside me bare. Hitting me in all the right spots like only you know how to do. Fuck me hard.”
In one swift movement, he impales me with every glorious inch of him. “Fuck, Sadie, can’t you see how perfect you are for me?”
“Yes, I feel it.” I groan as I meet him thrust for thrust. Agonizingly slow, he draws out each inch until only his tip remains, only to then plunge all the way in and pound me with everything he has. Our skin slapping, sweaty and slippery. Hands roaming, caressing, and groping.
“Come with me sweet girl, I need you to come with me,” he bites out each word with a pounding thrust, hitting me right where I need him.
“Right there,” I slip my hand where we’re joined and rub my clit bringing me closer.
“Oh, fuck that’s so hot,” he pants.
With my other hand, I snake it between us and squeeze his balls; Tyson shouts out and goes completely still as he unloads inside of me, while I follow along with him. Clutching myself to him as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me.
Each time with Ty is an experience in and of itself. It seems impossible for it to be better than the last, but somehow, he accomplishes the impossible.
When I’m finally coherent enough to assess my surroundings, Tyson is resting his entire body weight on top of me while placing kisses up and down my neck.
“That was amazing,” I mutter, wrapping my arms around him and hugging him to me.
Tyson shifts off me to then pull me to his side. Wrapping me in a Tyson cocoon of arms and legs. Making me feel safe and cherished.
“Best sex of my life and I know it’s only going to get better,” Tyson agrees.
“If it doesn’t, I’m happy with the sex we have now.”
He chuckles and starts to rub my back in soothing circles. “Get some sleep because you’re going to need it.”
“I feel boneless after that. I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk even after a full night of sleep. Let alone go to work.”
“We can always stay home and spend the day in bed,” he murmurs tiredly.
“We can do that this weekend. You can’t miss the day after you get a promotion.” I snuggle deeper into his arms.
“You’re so sensible,” he grumbles, kissing the top of my head.
As I’m falling asleep, I swear I hear him say something that sounds a lot like the best night of my life.