Tyler's POV.
I look into Troye's piercing eyes as he lines himself up with me. His hand digs into my bicep and I latch my hands onto the nape of his neck, softly caressing him. I gasp as I feel him slowly enter me, and I instinctively drag my fingers down from his neck, past his shoulder blades, resting them only to tightly grip the side of his hips. I moan heavily as I see him bite his lip and I nuzzle into his neck, needing our bodies to be closer; he smells heavenly, a mixture of cologne and sweet sweat. As our bodies mesh closer together, he shifts deeper inside of me until I have taken his whole length. I feel his muscles tense above me as he focuses on remaining still, waiting for my permission to move again. I am more than ready to move along him after his tantalising foreplay but I momentarily resist the urge, just long enough to give him a soft kiss. He melts tenderly into my lips and I purposefully clench and unclench around him, quietly laughing as he snaps his head back with a loud and desperate moan. Suddenly his blue, heavy eyes bore back into mine and as our lips meet, I find his tongue desperately searching for a way into my mouth. I gladly let him, eager for what is to come next.
Troye starts to move inside of me, slowly backing out before filling me up again. I buck down on to him, begging for more and quickening the pace. He soon masters a quick and steady rhythm, causing us both to whimper between messy kisses. I move my mouth away from his, hungrily taking in deep gulps of air, seeing his fists ball up into the sheets as he supports his weight thrusting above me. I tangle my fingers into his hair, pulling at his chocolate waves, encouraging him to continue. My lips find his collar bone and my tongue glides across it, stopping only when I reach his sweet spot. I graze my teeth across his skin, sinking them in and sucking slowly. Appreciative breathy moans fill the hotel room; a swirl of whimpers and pants. Troye shifts above me, causing me to remove my teeth from his smooth skin and scream out his name as his new angle teases a bunch of nerves deep inside of me. Upon hearing his name, Troye continues to pound into the same sensitive spot. I beg him not to stop as I feel myself coming closer and closer to a powerful climax.
His hands find mine and he pins them above my head, silently forbidding me from touching his body. With my hands firmly held down, I can only look at my sexy man as he rockets in and out of me, lips agonisingly parted and eyelashes fluttering. I realise I could study his face forever and not get bored, especially when he looks like this, when he looks like he has found heaven.
"Troye... Troye sss.. slow down" I stammer at him. He suddenly releases my hands and freezes, looking down at me guiltily.
"What's wrong, have I hurt you? Tilly I'm sorry" he replies quickly, a look of concern washing over his sculpted face.
I smile at his tender nickname for me and try to kiss away his concerns, cupping his face. "Anything but hurt me"
"Then...?" He now whispers with confusion.
"If you continue to do that to me, I'm going to explode, and soon- far too quickly. I want this..." I say bucking down on him "to last much longer. I want to feel like this forever"
He smirks at me, and flips us over, managing to keep our bodies connected. We sit up together, his legs outstretched with mine folded at his sides, me now sat down on him, completely full as he gives me permission to take control. I moan gently and slowly circle my hips whilst staring straight at him, his eyes flicker between my lips and eyes. I continue to circle on him, gradually building speed but never tearing my gaze from his. My hip movement provokes several soft whimpers from us both, our moans only quieting when our lips once again find each other. He lets my tongue invade his mouth as I trail his lips and massage his tongue. As I continue to rotate my body on top of him, his head repeatedly finds the soft bundle of nerves he's hit so many times before and soon it becomes too much. I swap my slow rotations, to eager bounces, sliding up and down his shaft, ensuring full friction for him and precision for myself. Our hands grab eagerly at each other as we both near an epic finish.
"Tyler.. Oh.. Ty" he grunts, meeting my movements with a hard thrust, hitting my sensitive spot and causing me to unload over his torso as I reach the ultimate high. I feel myself spasm around him, clenching and unclenching involuntarily and this pushes him over the edge. I watch his face; his eyes scrunching shut as his jaw falls open, silently screaming as he fills me with his warm, sticky release. With heavy pants, we fold closer into each other, embracing our sweaty bodies. I feel him pepper dainty kisses into my skin and cannot help but smile as a variety of intense emotions wash over me. I will never get enough of this man, I think to myself. I rise off from him and slink down onto the bed, nuzzling into his chest so that we are both now lying flat. His fingertips draw soft patterns into my waist.
"You are perfection" I hear him whisper into my hair.