Get There: (Originally Published in the Print Anthology a RED HOT VALENTINE'S DAY) (8 page)

Edie touched the curved footboard. “How? I’ve been looking forever for a matching bed frame. They didn’t make them king-sized back then.”

He explained, even bending to show her the places he’d attached the frames. Edie sat on the bed and pulled him down with her, catching his chin to bring his face to hers. Ty stopped his description of the size of the bolts he’d used in mid-syllable.

“You are the most amazing man.” Edie smoothed her fingertips over the simple white flannel sheets he’d bought.

“Anyone could have put them together,” he said.

Edie shook her head. “But not everyone would.”

He still almost couldn’t believe she was really there with him, after all the months stealing moments on the phone or online. Her mouth tasted real. Her skin, soft beneath his fingertips, felt real. Her hair, when it brushed the back of his hand, was real too.

She put her arms around his neck, drawing him down onto the soft, clean sheets. His body settled naturally into the space she made for him between her legs. Her shirt had ridden up, so her bare knees nudged his hips above his jeans, and Ty wished neither of them had bothered getting even partly dressed.

She pushed his shoulder to roll him over and ended up on top, her hands flat on his chest. Her fingers curled in his chest hair and she leaned forward to brush her lips on his. Before he could capture her mouth, she’d moved down, over his neck and to his chest. When she slid her tongue over his nipple, Ty tensed.

Edie looked up at him with a wicked grin. “
Mmmm.
Did we miss dessert?”

“I sort of thought you had a box of candy for me in the car.”

She gave his nipple another experimental lick, and his cock started to fill. “Would you like me to go get your present now? Or can you wait a bit longer?”

She bared her teeth and took his flesh between them as Ty drew in a hissing breath. His prick thickened in his jeans and Edie smiled at him again as her hand wandered down to give him a squeeze through the denim. In the next moment, she’d unzipped him and moved her body down the length of his.

“No waiting,” Ty managed to say just as she reached in to take his cock in her hand.

“I didn’t think so.” Edie stroked him, then urged him to lift his hips so she could push down his jeans. She made a happy noise low in her throat when she was able to free him.

Ty made a happy noise of his own when she took him in her mouth. She sucked the head of his cock gently for a minute, then left him to pull his jeans off the rest of the way. The T-shirt went over her head next, tossed to the floor, and Ty groaned at the sight of her gorgeous breasts. Edie licked her mouth, her gaze fixed on his, then she took his prick in her hand and stroked upward, slowly.

With her other hand she toyed with her nipples, pinching and stroking. Her tongue crept out again to swipe along her lips as she looked down at his cock in her curled fingers. She licked her fingertips and painted her nipples with wetness, then did the same to the head of his cock. She bent her head to blow hot breath along the wetness, and his hips thrust upward toward her waiting mouth.

Edie gripped him at the base and shook her head. “Not so fast.”

Her tongue came out to taste him, flicking the rim of his cockhead, and Ty bit back a groan but stayed still. Edie, still wearing her panties, straddled his leg. The heat of her cunt pressed his calf as she rubbed herself along him and slid her mouth once more down the length of his erection.

Ty closed his eyes for a moment as pleasure swept over him but had to open them in a second. He wanted to watch her. He loved to watch her, and Edie knew it.

Down, down, the wet heat of her mouth engulfed him. Up and up, her hand following as her pussy moved against his leg, driving him crazy with the urge to reach for her and give her the same pleasure she was giving him. Yet when he shifted, reaching, Edie shook her head again and gave him a mock glare.

“No,” she said firmly. “Lie still.”

“But I want to touch you—”

“Ty,” Edie said, and licked his cock the way she would a lollipop. “I want to do this without being distracted.”

He fell back on the mound of new pillows with a groan. In her hand his prick leaped as she stroked a fingertip down the seam of his balls. When her light touch brushed his anus, Ty clutched a double fistful of sheets. His back arched, hips thrusting up, and this time Edie didn’t tease him. She took him in again, all the way, and then slid up, sucking gently as her finger pressed lightly.

He wanted to feel her, bare on his leg, as she rocked against him. Instead, all he got was the whisper of the soft cotton along his skin. Watching as Edie’s mouth released him, as her tongue circled his prick and flicked the divot just under the head, Ty imagined how soft, how wet she was. How good she would feel around him when he pushed inside her. Her mouth, her hand. Her cunt. He wanted to sink inside this woman and bury himself.

They’d made love only a few hours before, and he was ready for her again. Nobody had ever affected him the way Edie did. Nobody, he was sure, ever would.

She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, then slid her hand into her panties and drew out her fingers, glistening with her arousal. She ran them along his shaft and down over his balls. Then again, dipping her hand into her slickness and covering him with sweetness he wanted to taste.

Touching and kissing Edie always got Ty hard, but knowing doing the same to him got her wet turned his cock into a steel shaft. Her fingers, still slick with her sweetness, feathered over his prick and down, circling just long enough on his perineum to tighten his balls. Now his cock shone with her wetness and he breathed in the heady, sweet scent of her sex.

Edie, stroking his cock, shifted to ease her panties off. When she switched hands, Ty gasped and thrust upward into the new angle made by her other hand. Edie smiled and slowed her stroke, teasing him.

“You’re so hard for me,” she murmured. “I love that.”

Ty couldn’t manage to corral the words tumbling around in his brain and force them out of his mouth, but Edie didn’t seem to mind. She kissed his lips as she straddled him, her hand still gripping him firmly. She lowered herself over his cock, the head nudging at her opening. She didn’t let go, didn’t let him push inside her the way he wanted.

“Slow,” she whispered in his ear and grazed the lobe with her teeth.

Though his muscles clenched and shook with the effort of holding back, Ty didn’t push again. His hands gripped her hips, but he waited. Edie used her hand to slide him back and forth along her slick heat. She opened for him, easing the head of his cock an inch inside her, then pulling away. Then another inch deeper and out again.

The twist of her hips urged a groan from him. Her breath puffed in small pants, hot on the side of his face. Her tight nipples brushed his chest, and Ty couldn’t hold back from running his hands up to pinch and rub them.

Edie shook at his touch and sank onto him the whole way. Her sweet ass, so perfectly round, settled onto his thighs. She engulfed him. Her knees clutched his sides as she pushed up, her nails scoring faint lines down his chest and belly.

They moved at the same time, her body lifting and coming back down as he thrust deep inside.
Ah,
fuck, it was heaven, it was glory, it was too much.

He could never get enough of her smile, her laugh, her scent. Her heat. He filled his grasp with her breasts, tweaking her nipples, and she cried out and arched into his touch.

He was close, but she needed more. Ty’s fingers crept between them. His thumb settled on the hard button of her clit. Edie’s immediate cry of satisfaction sent ecstasy rippling through his balls and up his shaft. He wanted her to come first.

Edie had never been shy with telling him what she liked or wanted, and Ty had never been afraid of listening. Now, though, Edie gave him no encouragement but the rolling of her hips and her clit getting harder under his touch. When she came, he felt it in the pulse of clit and flutter of her pussy. He heard it in her low shout and watched it on her face as her head tipped back. Later, maybe pain, but now only sweet pleasure shot through him as her fingernails dug into his skin. He shifted his hand, taking away the direct pressure that would be too much for her right now.

Edie leaned forward to kiss him. Their mouths met, tongues stroking, and she pulled away, breathing hard. She looked into his eyes, and Ty’s whole world became this woman.

“Slow,” she murmured again, and Ty let out a muffled laugh.

“I can’t hold out much longer, babe.”

“You can.” Edie traced his mouth with her tongue but pulled away when he moved forward to catch her mouth. “Let me do it.”

It was too hard not to move when she did. Desire blinded him to anything but her pussy bearing down on his cock. It deafened him to anything but the sweet sound of her saying his name, telling him how good he was making her feel. Ty’s entire world had become Edie.

She moved on him, slowly, as she’d promised, lifting her body and twisting her hips as she slid back down his length. Again she did the same agonizing motion. Her inner muscles clenched on the downward stroke. He imagined the head of his cock sliding over the tight knot of nerves just behind her pubic bone, and when Edie groaned, rocking and twisting a little faster, he knew that’s exactly what she was doing.

She shook her head when he made to move his hand between them again. Her eyes opened, pupils dilated, and she drew in a quivering breath.

“Slow,” she repeated.

Up. Down. Twist. Ty lost himself in the inferno of her body. His cock throbbed with each slow thrust, and he tasted sweat on his upper lip. When Edie rocked forward again, he took one sweet nipple into his mouth. Her entire body jerked as he suckled, and she twisted her body on him again.

Now there was no room or need for words. Their bodies spoke. Edie put a hand on his shoulder to brace herself, and Ty held her ass, his fingers slipping around to slide against her from the back.

“Now.” Edie’s voice skipped on that one syllable. “Oh, God, Ty. Harder!”

Unleashed, he did as she said. He thrust up inside her, moving her entire body as she cried out. Her pussy convulsed and her heat spread over him. She’d been slick before, but now his cock slid inside her on the flood of her orgasm.

Their bodies slapped together. Edie went stiff and shaking, her head falling to his shoulder as her hips pumped to meet each of his thrusts.

Climax boiled up from his balls and tore through him. His cock jetted, each pulse an explosion of ecstasy that left him briefly mindless but for one thought.

“Edie!”

Bright pleasure brightened the back of his eyelids, and when he opened his eyes, she was there. Edie. The woman he loved.

She collapsed on him, breathing hard. Their bodies merged and melted, softening in the aftermath of their ecstasy. Ty held her closer, happy never to move if he didn’t have to. Happy never to let her go again.

G
ood sex could knock a person brainless, but it was still only a few minutes before Edie noticed the goose bumps prickling her. She lifted her head and brushed a kiss on Ty’s mouth. He opened his eyes and smiled, and she kissed him again simply because she could.

“I’m cold,” she said.

Ty lifted his head and looked to the right. “Blanket.”

She followed his gaze and found the folded comforter. Plain white like the sheets, it was thick but light. Down, maybe. It would be warm, too. She tented it over them, blocking out the light. In moments their breath and body heat had made a warm cave of the space.

The hills and valleys of their bodies aligned, Edie pillowed her head on Ty’s chest. His heart thumped beneath her cheek, and she pressed her fingers to the inside of his wrist to feel the pulse. He curved his fingers through hers, holding her hand to his lips before tucking it against him.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said after his slow, deep breathing had already convinced her he was asleep.

Edie kissed his warm skin and let her lips rest there a moment before she answered. “Best I ever had.”

“For now.”

Ty’s arm tightened around her. Outside, a dog barked. Edie’s eyes drifted closed. She should get up and go to the bathroom. She should at least make sure the doors were locked. At the very least, she should turn out the light. Instead, she did nothing, drifting to sleep in the cradle and comfort of Ty’s arms.

She’d taken a plane and a rented car. Ty had driven for days to surprise her. They’d spent the past two years dreaming of the ways they would find to reach each other, and now they no longer had to dream about how to get there.

They were here.

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