Tatted

CARING

"Be at peace, not in pieces." 

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I groaned as my back hit the wall harshly.

Tyler's lips assaulted my neck as my legs tightened around his waist. He holds my body firmly against him and uses every advantage to kiss and suck on my skin, knowing that bruises will be splotching my body soon.

My head fell back against the wall and I moan. Then, his lips are against mine. At that moment, with his lips devouring mine with need, I completely forgot about him leaving me without orgasm earlier.

Only his lips fogged my brain, his hands on my body, his rough groans and loud breaths against my skin.

My hand gripped the back of his neck while the other crawled into his dark hair, bringing him closer to me. So close that the only way I could get closer is to absorb myself into his body and unite into one.

With my legs around him and his hands on my ass, we backed away from the wall as he brought me to his room. A few stops against a wall and countertops were made between the short trip.

He backed away to catch his breath. He looked so incredibly good, gazing at me with lidded eyes as If I was the most interesting person out there.

"So goddamn pretty," he complimented me and I couldn't help but smile. A smile so wide because I knew he was being sincere.

His back landed on the bed with me straddled on top of him. Under me, I could only stare at him with my lip between my teeth. Biting my lip has become a habit around him.

As much as I ogled him, he stared right back at me. A mutual feeling of satisfaction trailing through us. This is where we're meant to be. This is it. Peace.

I tucked my face between his chin and shoulder, snuggling into the warmth that was his body. It felt so nice to just be here. His breath fanned my neck. His hands sent sparks through my skin.

"Tell me something in Spanish," I mumbled, "The accent is pretty. I like it."

I felt him smile against my neck before he took a deep breath. "El primer día que te vi, sabía que no te podía tener. Pero cuando vi que no eras feliz, lo ise mi deber para acerté reír." (The first day I saw you, I knew I couldn't have you. But when I saw you weren't happy, I made it my duty to make you smile.)

I giggled. "I have no idea what you just said but it's cute."

"You don't need to know. All you need to know is that I love you, and I haven't felt this love since, well... Forever."

"Me neither. I love you, Tyler."

I picked my head up and pecked his lips before he flipped us around, laughing as he tickled my skin.

My hands crawled underneath his shirt. My fingers felt the ridges that were his hard abs. His eyes stared into mine as I felt the warmth of his body. He was so damn hot, it felt and looked surreal.

"You're really handsome, you know that?" I complimented as I felt his hand on my hip.

He looked really effected by what I said and I swear I saw him blush, although it wasn't very prominent. "Thank you, Gorgeous."

My hands traveled to his chest which lifted and fell with every breath. I felt his heart beat pound against my hand. It was fast and loud.

"You feel what you do to me, Gorgeous?" He asked, putting his hand over mine. His over his shirt and mind under. "You make me so nervous and you don't even know it." He spoke with a small smile.