Chapter 12 Divine Delirium

I have not seen Tyler for the past two days. I don't know what his excuse is; mine is still the whole steal his heart thing. It has scared the living shit back into me. I have just walked away from the altar. A relationship is the last thing I want or need now. I want to go to the pool, but I am not sure if I should wear a swimsuit or not. I have no idea if he is up at the main house. I bought a new swimsuit from the shop in town; I think I will wear it. It is a nice two-piece white lace set. Regardless of this thing hanging over Tyler and me, I still just want to have sex with him. This built-up desire and hunger are driving my body insane. When I get to the pool, he is not there; I do not see his truck up at the house either. I spent the best of the afternoon in the sun; by the time I head back, there is no sign of Tyler yet. Back at the house, I pour myself a glass of wine and sprawl myself over the couch. Then there is a knock at the door; I jump up to see who it could be. "Hey, beautiful." "Hey, yourself." "I saw your gorgeous ass walking up here in that bikini," he says as that sexy smile starts to play at the corner of his mouth. "So you been checking me out?" I ask. "Maybe just a little bit." "And do you like what you see?" "Oh yes," he shyly looks at me as the sweetest soft red blush crosses over his face. "You are not looking so bad yourself today," I reply. "Do you like what you see?" "Yes," he immediately replies. Unable to contain himself anymore, he pulls me into a fiery and passionate kiss. All my thoughts are obliterated. I can feel the hunger grow inside me, the pleasure building towards a peak. He pulls me even tighter into his body. I can feel my arousal build, and it only fuels me. The kiss is getting deeper and deeper with every breath that we take. For a brief moment, I pull away; with a shaky breath, I whisper, "Tyler." Prolonging each letter as to savor it. The kiss goes on, our lips moving in perfect sync. The kiss is becoming more passionate by the second. My right-hand flow onto the open skin of his sculpted chest as my left greedily starts undoing his shirt. His hand slides smoothly onto my arm, lifting it and pinning it against the wall. I can feel the heat flowing throughout his body. He lifts my leg and slides his hand under my dress and up my thigh. "For fuck sakes, Jenna, I crave you so much." "Can we break your no sex rule for one day?" Tyler grabs me by the ass and wraps my legs around his waist; he carries me upstairs, "Are you sure about this?" "Yes." Nothing in all my experience can prepare me for the sensations he is making my body feel; the tingle in my neck, arms, and hands; the tightening of my belly when a wave of lightning engulfs it; the escape of moisture as it saturates me. My passion is urgent, desperate, but Tyler is forcing me to yield to his slow pace, his unhurried touch, bringing me, again and again, to the edge of rapture and then denying me; he is set on me to beg for it. Without further tormenting me, he leads me to the bed where he lays my body down between the soft silky sheets. They envelop my body and cool the burning ache that I feel down to the core. I watch in awe as this godlike man slips his pants down that firm, sculpted body and lifting every inch of cloth from his chest to display perfectly rippled abs. He lowers his hot skin down onto mine and starts to lift my dress over my head, which finds its way to the pile of clothes on the floor. As elegant as a tiger, he crawls his way up my body; the moment his soft naked skin presses against mine, I unravel entirely; my body is his to do as he pleases. And he does, as his lips devour mine; his tongue explored my mouth, my neck, and my ears. His tongue tortures me until I moan. With a movement that startles me, he forces my legs open with strong arms, cups my ass in his hands, and lifts my hips to meet his mouth. With gentle, delicate flicks of his tongue, he brings me close to the edge of delirium. Afraid of toppling over too soon, I squeeze the blankets. His hands finally open my soft folds, slowly, gradually, insistently. With his thumbs, he spread the softness, the moistness. He dives deep, his tongue running from my sensitive spot down between my folds. He rubs the flat of his tongue over me, letting one finger, then two fingers invade me, making me moan. His fingers begin to move, pumping and twisting deep inside me. He starts increasing the intensity and the pressure. Licking, sucking, and biting, as if he is eating me alive. He slips his fingers out and moves back up through my lips, taking them, rubbing them tight together, causing my legs to tremble. His thumb moves up, finding my sensitive center again; he presses deep and starts rubbing hard. I feel the warmth start growing in my body. He continues rubbing over and over again, building and moving me ever so close to my climax. He is going faster and harder and deeper; I can feel myself go harder with every stroke. Then he slips another finger inside; then, he starts pumping in and out. He is twisting his fingers, increasing the intensity and the pressure every time he thrusts in and out. He curls his fingers, my back arches, and my eyes roll back into my head. I can barely control my body anymore. The edge seems on the horizon; every cell inside me is contracting. My legs are starting to shake; the warmth between my thighs are ready to explode. I am aching; I am quivering, pushed to the edge, my body shatters, and my cum flow over his fingers. "Tyler, please take me." He gently pushes me back down onto the mattress. He places his pulsating erection between my legs; I slowly part my folds, so his strong, hard manhood slide effortlessly into me. I scream with pleasure. My whole body screams with pleasure. It is obvious that the teasing and taunting of foreplay are over. His chin rests on my shoulder as his hips drive hard, his hard length furiously thrusting into me, over and over again. His unique scent overwhelms my senses; his breath at the nape of my neck tickles and makes me shiver. He slams into me, struggling for breath, desperately trying to hold on to his crumbling restraint. There is nothing controlled about his actions. "Oh god, Tyler," I whispered. "More. Faster." I gyrate in slow insistent circles; he rocks with every thrust. Our bodies are bucking and arching and colliding in almost perfect rhythm. He keeps up the rhythm relentlessly. With each stroke, he slides his hot throbbing flesh completely into me. He drives in deeper, with each thrust increasing pace. "Jenna, you are going to be the death of me." He impales me with his hot bulging shaft deep into my depths. I clench and shudder and raise my hips slightly to further drive his swollen erection into me. I heave in passion, my resisting flesh split, and he slides into me slowly and gently until he was completely inside me. I could feel his hard length pulsating, contracting and releasing his erection as he eases himself back for fear that he would explode. "Tyler, I…I…fuck." My first orgasm comes within seconds, the second minutes later. He picks up speed, slamming home even faster. I am delirious with pleasure. I have never experienced anything like this before. He is man enough. That is for sure. One…Two…Three more thrusts, and I am there. He plunges deep inside me; I feel the full thrust of his hard length inside me. Tension built, deep at my core and coil up, arousal mounting inside until finally, without warning, my climax charge up, and I lose all control. "Cuming," he roars. "Oh fuck," he groans. The hot waves of pleasure started to build up deep within his core and shoot out in every direction, turning his limbs to jelly and his mind to mush. He shudders and convulses in a chain of explosions. His release fills me, dripping down his still-hard length. He falls down next to me on the bed with a very satisfied look on his face, a typical Tyler grin on his face. We both lay in silence for a few minutes, waiting for the world to stop spinning and our breaths to slow to our normal heartbeat. "For fuck sakes."