Tyson

When I walk out of the room, steam billowing around me, with only a towel hugging my waist, Hemmi’s eyes drink me in and bulge when she sees what her perusal has done. Yeah, I may only be at half mast, but that’s only because I don’t want to jump her here and now without a fluffy bed as our surface.

When I speak, my tone is husky and intense. “If you want a shower, you better get in there and get it started now, Hemmi. If not, I’m going to pluck you off that couch, cart you into the bedroom, and have my wicked way with you.”

“You can’t do that,” she gasps, “I’m a disaster and stink.” The scrunching of her nose and the way she sniffs her clothes is cute as fuck, but it has the opposite effect of what she was attempting, I’m not turned off in the least.

“Hemmi, you could’ve been wrangling a pig in its sty and I’d still pounce,” I warn, prowling her way. “I’m coming for you, baby. You have two choices to make here. One, you get up, and walk around me toward that bathroom. Or two, you sit there all pretty like and let me toss you over my shoulder where I’ll carry you to the bedroom and devour you from the tips of your toes to the top of your head.”

“The top of my head.” She gulps, her eyes hazing over with sexual desire. “I’ll be five minutes, stay here so you can do all of that once I’m back.” She tenaciously wiggles her finger through the air before jabbing it at me, indicating that she wants me to stand vigil and not move a muscle.

“Better get moving, Hemmi. The clock’s ticking and you’re losing time,” I urge, glancing up at the clock that’s hanging on the wall above her head. “Four minutes left, and it’s winding down.”

“Eeeek,” she squeals, nearly tumbling over her feet as she rotates her torso at a breakneck speed, only her lower half didn’t get the memo that it was go-time. She catches herself on the edge of the door frame, mortification from the lack of her coordination coloring her cheeks. “Be back.”

“Don’t bother putting on any clothes, they’ll be ripped off in a matter of seconds!” I holler, forewarning her of my plans. Holding back my chuckle, not wanting to add to her embarrassment, I glimpse down at the floor and shake my head. I want her to screech but for another reason, and not from being upset. I can’t wait to hear her holler out my name as I ram my dick into her silk sheath.

My inner caveman's inhibition is to march into that bathroom and take her there. It’s been too long since I’ve sunk into a woman. The day I met Amara, my dick stopped working for all other women. But then, after she passed, I was full of resentment and didn’t give one single fuck about gluing the fractured pieces of myself back together. There was nothing left of my virility, too much chaos swarmed my mind—it was muddled. I never considered bedding one of the club bunnies or bar chasers. It’s a damn good thing I had a mission, one that forever changed my point of view, and gave me something else to focus on.

If it hadn’t been for my sessions with the doc, and Hemmi’s tender influence; regardless of what she’d been through, my former self, the one that gave a damn about finding my soulmate, would be lost in an obscure labyrinth.

And I’m not fooling myself, she’s exactly that—my forever.

In tune with the clock, I keep a keen watch on the time. As the seconds pass by, and I hear the distinct ticking of another second hitting its next mark, my body tenses in preparation to tackle her, and tote her off to the bedroom.

As soon as the door creaks and is ajar, I make my move, swooping her up into my arms, and tossing her over my shoulder in a fireman's hold.

“Ty-Tyson!” She breathlessly asks, “In a rush?”

“Something like that,” I mumble, swatting her ass. “I hope you're ready to deal with what all of this means.”

“What does it mean?” she asks once I toss her onto the mattress.

“It means.” I start, unwinding my towel from where it was tucked. “That once I have you snug around my dick, and get a sample of your nectar, that you’re stuck with me, Hemmi. There is no going back once I get a taste of you or feel the way you clamp down on me.”

“Being stuck with you won’t be a bad thing,” she valiantly expresses, swiping her bottom lip with her tongue. “If anything, I’m looking forward to it.”

“It’s forever, Hemmi, this thing between us is strong, and will never be temporary,” I divulge while I continue standing here in my birthday suit, not a care in the world that I’m stark naked. This needs to be said. “We fight, we make up. We have a standoff or difference of opinion, we deal with it. We have a conflict of words, we talk it out. What we don’t do is walk away.”

“Hmm. I’m thinking you need to take your own advice. If I remember correctly, you were the one who walked away and ran when we talked the other day.” For the entire time she was calling me out on my bullshit and throw the towel that’s been dangling between my fingers into the chair that’s tucked into the corner alcove, which is a hairsbreadth away.

“Touché,” I submit, preying upon her. “Hemmi?”

“Hmm?”

“Take off that towel, let me see what’s mine, gorgeous,” I command. My demand is said throatily, and coated with a brutish, gruff quality. I've been having a hard time managing my animalistic side. It’s anxious to ensnare its prey and make his claim.

She huffs, removing her eyes from my stiff cock, and does as I requested. Once Hemmi’s dusky areolas, and erect nipples are exposed, my already shaky willpower dissolves. I leap onto the bed without a second thought.

Maybe next time, I’ll have more control, and will explore every square inch of her luscious body. All of the foreplay we’ve had over the last couple of weeks has crippled my amorous strength, and I give in to the temptation.

My lips latch onto her nipples, I start tugging and nipping on them with my blunt teeth, then soothing the stinging tingle with my flattened tongue, humming to add a titillating vibration. She arches her back, pushing her breast further into my mouth. Finally, I get to wrap my lips around the objects that’ve been taunting me through her tight tees. Not wanting the other to become jealous of the attention I’ve given this one, I switch sides, walking my fingers down her stomach until they land at the juncture of her thighs.

“Tyson, yes,” she croons as soon as my thumb and forefinger tug on her clit. My finger slides into her sheath while my thumb applies pressure to her swollen nub. Her hips begin to wiggle, and gyrate before slanting upward, searching for more depth. As soon as they tilt at the right angle, I find that cushy button inside of her feminine cavern that’ll make her detonate. I use an assorted pattern of lightly stroking it before vigorously adding pressure. A frustrated sigh leaves her mouth, but I don’t let it deter me from taking her to the brink of release before easing off, pumping my digit in and out of her sensuous oasis.

It doesn’t take long before she comes, saturating my finger with her sweet essence. Unlatching from her breasts, I remove my digit and suck her elixir off of it. “Damn, baby. I knew you’d be a sweet treat to my tongue’s buds, but I had no idea you’d taste as sugary as you do. I’m addicted already and I need to sample more from the source.” As a way of showing me her approval, her breathing becomes rapid, and her legs spread far apart, inviting me to settle between them.

I accept her invite, reposition my body and anchor myself between them, pushing my arms beneath the gap between her legs and the mattress, and wrapping them securely around her hips. My palms are holding her down at the waist to keep her immobilized, and my fingers are outspread, branding her delicate flesh with their prints. My dominance over keeping her placid seems to excite her as her pussy juices trickle and coat her inner thighs.

My vision is enraptured by the scene, and I stare for a bit before diving in, and lapping the ambrosia up. As if I’ve been shocked by a livewire, I jerk, and plunge in without any reservation. Wanting to hit every nerve and not miss one spot, my right hand travels from its placement, spreading her labia to where her clit is in the spotlight. Licking her from the bottom of her pussy to the top, I stop at the jewel then suck on it, laving it with my tongue. From my peripheral vision, I watch as her head buries into the pillow and screams trying to escape only to be evaded by pleasure, holding her vocal cords hostage, and disarming them from uttering any sounds.

I get only mere minutes to enjoy eating her before an orgasm strikes, flooding my tongue. Underneath me, my dick bobs and precum leaks from my tip. My past rendezvous with the opposite sex have helped pave the way for me to control spurting my release all over the sheets. Lifting up on my hind quarters, I scoot forward, with every intention of lining myself up and sinking inside of her.

“Tyson, I want to taste you too,” she whines, looking up at me through her flittering eyelashes.

“Not this time, baby. We’ll save that for our next go-around, okay?” I can’t let her get her tongue on me, anywhere or I’ll explode and when I do finally let go, I want that to happen while I’m buried inside of her snug, satiny pussy.

“Um-hmm,” she hums, still floating in a carnal fog. “Next time.”

“Next time,” she says, repeating my words.

Clamping my eyes shut as tightly as I can, I fight the image of her kneeled in front of me with my cock stuffing her mouth. In its place, I think of ball stats. Once I’m back in control, I scoot my knees further up between her splayed thighs, and notch the head of my dick to her opening. Lifting her legs, I situate them over my shoulders, and start the slow progress of breaching her an inch at a time.

“Holy fuck,” she wails as soon as I’m balls deep inside of her. “Please, Tyson. Move. I can’t stand the teasing anymore.”

“Like this,” I hiss as I swivel my hips, pull them back, and surge forward. She releases a content humph in response, then her chest starts purring. “Yeah. Like that.” Lowering her calves, I wrap them around my waist, then lean forward to capture her lips with mine. While we kiss, I maneuver her hips upward, and begin the rhythmic dance of thrusting in and out of her, fighting the suction of her velvety cocoon.

Breaking apart, she whimpers, “I’m about to come.” Quietly, I thank the stars because it was taking a lot out of me to hold myself back so she finds her release before I let go.

“Then come,” I demand, picking up the pace. Sweat drips down my face, and my back is slick from perspiration. It’s taken more effort than usual to stem my fall into an orbit of climax. As soon as I supply those words, she clamps down on me making me struggle to withdraw from her grip and penetrate her tight channel. “You. Own. Me.” Normally, I’d shudder from those words, but with her, I feel safe enough to express my thoughts.

“Heart. And. Soul,” she grits out through pants. Her nails dig into my shoulders as I toss back my head and roar out my orgasm. Having enough brain cells left in working order, I fall to the side, then bind her to me by bundling her into me, enveloping her in my arms. “Always.”

“Forever,” I promise, kissing her temple.

“Is it too soon to ask when we can do that again?” she asks, peering up at me.

Chuckling at her hesitancy to ask that question, I answer, “Soon, Hemmi. We’ll be doing that often.”

“Have I told you that I love you, Tyson?”

Thinking back, I don’t remember us sharing those words. They’d be branded on my soul if she had. But I don’t announce that, instead, I admit, “Thankful for your love, Hemmi. And I love you too, beautiful.”

“I’m happy you’re the one who found me, Tyson, and showed me I’m worth it, and not broken.”

“Me too, Hemmi. Every day that ends with a Y and twice on Sundays.”

“We’re going to have a beautiful life together, Tyson.”

“I’ll fight tooth and nail to see that we do, Hemmi.”

“I believe you.” She sighs, falling into sleep.

“I’m glad you do darlin’, because I believe me too.” It’s been a long time since I have, and if she hadn’t proven to me that I can, I’d still be a nonbeliever.