Free Breathing For The First Time by Mary E Thompson Page B

inside. Answering my unasked question he says, “I couldn’t wait until tomorrow to see you so I got an earlier flight. I wanted to surprise you.”
    “I’m definitely surprised.”
    “Good surprise?”
    “Great surprise.”
    Tyler picks up his bags and carries them into my apartment with us. He stifles a yawn and wraps his arms around me. His six foot frame covers me and makes me feel so safe. I can tell he’s still exhausted and ask if he wants to go lie down. He pulls back and raises an eyebrow at me.
    “I never went to sleep last night so I was going to take a nap when I got home. You’re obviously tired, too, and I just thought maybe you wanted to sleep.”
    He smiles and admits, “I couldn’t sleep either. I kept thinking about how sexy you looked dancing, and how good it was to have you in my arms again.”
    “Come on,” I tell him. I lead him to the bedroom and slip off my jeans, tossing them to the side. I pull out a pair of shorts and slip them on, removing my bra under my shirt, a move perfected in gym class many years ago. Tyler’s eyes hold steady on mine, but I can see him resisting the urge to cross the room to me.
    I look him up and down, slowly, enjoying what I see. I raise my eyebrows at him, daring him to get more comfortable. He meets the challenge, stripping out of his jeans and shirt, leaving only his white boxers. God, he looks good. His skin is tan from the trip and the white boxers glow against his body. He’s giving me a salute under his boxers and I lick my lips when I notice him.
    “Come here,” he tells me. His voice is thick, a mixture of sleep and lust. I step in front of him, but keep my hands off him. The air between us sparks as passions flies back and forth. Tyler steps closer to me, his erection brushing softly against my stomach.
    He reaches his hands up and tangles his fingers in my hair, pulling my head back to look up at him. My eyes meet his and he leans into me, our lips grazing across each other.
    The light touch of his lips makes me want more of him. I can’t peel my eyes open, but I know he’s watching me. His hand is still in my hair. I let out a soft sigh, disappointed that he isn’t pushing for more.
    I raise my hands and press my palms to his chest, letting my fingers trace his strong muscles. His breath catches when my fingertips slide across his nipples. My hands trail there again and tweak his nipples slightly. He lets out a moan and I feel his erection lengthen, pressing harder into my stomach. I run my hands over him, teasing him with my touch, before I return to his nipples, twisting harder this time, pulling as I twist.
    His body bucks hard into me and the grip he has on my hair loosens. I take advantage of the freedom and drop my head, his nipples just inches from my lips. I drop one of my hands and suck his tight nipple into my mouth, his dark chest hair tickling my nose. My free hand settles on his hip, feeling the soft cotton fabric of his boxers under my fingers.
    He moans as I nibble and twist his nipples, and his hips move into me, a mind of their own. After a few minutes I hear a strangled groan escape his throat and he reaches for my shirt, ripping it over my head. He drops his head to my nipples, repeating the torture I just gave him.
    I slide my hand to the edge of his boxers, teasing along the waistband. He takes a breath to dive back into me and I plunge my hand into his boxers at the same time, wrapping my hand around his impressive length. I’ve had him inside me before, but I didn’t get to hold him.
    I slide my hand up and down his shaft, pulling his focus from my nipples. He kisses my neck, nipping and sucking as he goes. Tyler’s hands reach down to my shorts and slides them free of my hips, allowing me to kick them to the side. Then he reaches for his boxers and drops them to the floor, giving me an amazing view of his naked body, my hand still clamped around him.
    “I need you, now,” he groans into my hair. I push him back to