Song Above: Teach Me How to Love by Shawn Mendes
A/N: Can we take a moment to appreciate how good Shawn's album is? Mans really snapped!
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Sydney
One Month Later
It's been a month.
God, I don't even know how to explain it. Living with Tyler feels like living in heaven.
It's like I can't stop thinking about him everywhere I go. He's constantly invading my thoughts with his sexy smirks and cocky grins. His pancake promise was not broken.
Waking up to seeing him shirtless every morning in this huge kitchen is really a nice thing to see.
I never thought that I, Sydney, would ever fall for Tyer out of all the guys I've known.
But I do.
And he means so much more to me than I could ever care to explain. I like the person I've become around him. I sound really cheesy right now but Tyler is my strength. He makes me feel wanted and cared for.
I've definitely fallen way too deep for him.
And do I care?
Pfft, definitely not.
"What do you want to eat tonight?" Tyler asks, catching me by surprise as he plops onto the couch next to me.
"Anything. You're going to make me fat, Tyler," I mutter with a chuckle.
"As long as you're full," he grins, planting a kiss on my cheek.
"How was work?" I ask, leaning my head onto his shoulder.
"Same old, same old," he sighs, putting his arm around my shoulders.
"I think I'll go make some popcorn for us," I grin, getting up from the sofa.
He pulls me back down from my wrist, making me fall back into his arms.
"I'll make the popcorn, you chose a movie," he grins.
"Oh, come on! You take the fun out of everything," I pout, clicking the Netflix button on the remote. Just as fast as colour appears on the screen, it quickly disappears.
In fact, everything goes black.
"Oh, this isn't good," I mutter as all the lights go off. Tyler stands up from beside me and walks to the display windows, inspecting the other buildings.
"Yep, the whole area's black," he sighs. "I guess we should light some candles and wait for the power to turn on again."
"Fine, I'll go get some candles. Do you have a lighter?"
The next half an hour is spent on lighting candles and placing them in every corner of the penthouse. If I didn't know there was a blackout, I would think this is sort of romantic.
I rummage through the kitchen drawers looking for some more candles. Tyler stands beside me in the almost dark kitchen. His finger trails across my neck and up to my cheek. He presses his hands at my back and trails his fingers along my spine.
I moan slightly at his touch, and look down quickly, hoping that he wouldn't see me blush in the darkness of the dimly lit kitchen.
Tyler chuckles, "You like that?"
"No," I lie.
He grins, "Always lying to yourself, sweetheart?"
"Shut up."
A low laugh rumbles from the back of his throat.
"I can't believe I'm this attracted to you."
His words knock the living breath out of me.
"You know I am, and I don't want to keep denying it," he continues, his cheek grazing mine. His fingers continue circling around my back, making me shiver.
"You're killing me. But I want you," he murmurs. "Every single inch of you."
He grabs my hip and spins me around so that my back is leaning against the countertop. He takes my hand in his, and guides it to his heart, breathing heavily.
A gasp escapes my lips when my hand makes contact with his chest.
"Can you feel how much I want you, right now?"
Yes, I do.
His heart is galloping out of his chest at a wild rate.
He doesn't know that my heart is doing the same thing.
"I know that you might still not be over Daniel..." he frowns and I suddenly miss his smile. I'd do anything to put it back on his beautiful face.
"And I will wait however long you want me to wait, but-"
"I don't want to wait, Tyler. I want you too," I blurt out without thinking.
Tyler pauses, his eyes searching mine, searching for a reason. I lean closer to him, our faces merely inches apart.
"I've always seen the real you Tyler but you just never realised it," I whisper softly, staring up at him.
"I know that. But still, you weaved your way through me, even after I tried to show you the worst side of me. You still saw the good in me. You've broken me down piece by piece. You've broken all my rules, Sydney. I don't know how to explain it, every time I kiss you, or touch you, or look at you, or see that beautiful smile mask your lips, I don't know how to explain it. You make me want to be the better man for you."
I don't say anything. I don't know what to say. I don't know how to say anything. All I can do is stand here, staring at Tyler, something inside of me fluttering more and more with every word that comes out of his mouth.
"I'm obsessed with you, sweetheart," he murmurs.
"Every single inch of you."
All the built-up passion and desire we've built explodes through my body.
This.
This is what I craved since the day I met him. This is everything I've been afraid of feeling. This is what I thought I felt for Daniel, boy was I wrong. This is what I finally have a taste of, and I'm not backing down. This is nothing compared to what I felt when I tried jumping Tyler when I was drunk, or when we secretly made out at his family functions. Or the little secret kisses we shared in cupboards until Jackson found us.
My fingers stroke the nape of Tyler's neck pulling him closer, like I needed more, more of him, more of every second of this.
His kisses completely obliterate me, they leave my knees almost shaking. He takes the opportunity to leave my lips, but not before placing them against the skin of my neck, kissing and sucking.
"Tyler..." I whisper between ragged breaths, his hands moving, touching, grasping, making me shiver with pleasure.
"Fuck, sweetheart," he breathes, pulling away for a brief moment. "You're going to be the death of me."
You're going to be the death of me too, I manage to think.
My hands slide up his chest, stopping at the collar of his shirt. With almost shaky fingers, I unbutton his shirt, button by button, taking my time, revealing more and more of his chiselled pecs and stomach.
He's one heck of a beautiful man. And I've got him all to myself in his moment.
My hands slide against his bare shoulders, sliding his shirt off, dropping it onto the floor.
Before my hands can carry on with the mission of undressing him, his lips seal mine again, but this time desperation and hunger are laced with it. Tyler picks me up, making me squeal against his lips, guiding us to his bed. He sets me down, but I step forward, pushing Tyler onto the bed, a sense of déjà vu washing over me as I climb onto him. I inwardly smile, remembering the time I tried jumping Tyler when I was drunk.
Tyler sits up, pulling me tightly against him, but not before his fingers slip under my shirt, pulling it off. He unclasps the front clip that joins my bra cups together, and the lacey material hangs to my sides, my breasts exposed to him. As if on instinct, I fold my arms over my chest shyly.
"Don't" he growls softly.
"You don't have to ever hide yourself from me, sweetheart. You have no idea how breath taking you are," he reaches forward softly pulling my arms away. He grabs me against him from my waist, plastering his lips onto my chest, making me throw my head back in pleasure.
"Beautiful," he murmurs against my skin, his lips travelling to every spot, sending a pleasured shiver throughout my body.
I push Tyler back down on the mattress, leaning my body forward to place my lips against his. We roll over until he is hovering over me, his hands at either side of my head.
"Sydney," he breathes out, his lips capturing mine again. Once both of our pants are off and we're lying naked on top of each other, I put my fingers in Tyler's hair, pulling his forehead against mine, "Tyler, I don't care about your past or the number of girls you did this with. I still want you and more than ever. I want this."
Tyler closes his eyes, the words that he heard from me just the confirmation he needs. His eyes flutter open, and he gives my lips a quick peck, "I may have mindlessly given myself away to my first and many more after that, but I swear, Sydney, to heaven and back, this is completely different. I want to be your first, and I hope I'll be your last.
I smile softly at him, "And you will be."
Somehow sensing my nervousness, his next kiss is slow and gentle, and soon I'm gasping for air as Tyler and I mold together. I cling onto his shoulders, my fingers clawing his back he presses against me.
Next thing I know, we're both moaning out in pleasure, screaming each other's name's out.
We're entangling, melting, colliding like we can't get enough of each other. The waves of pleasure that ran through my body are euphoric, sending me into overdrive.
Beads of sweat glisten on our skin as we familiarise ourselves with each other, grasping, needing, wanting.
To feel.
To love.
And soon, we're screaming out in pleasure as we reach our limits.
Tyler falls down next to me, pulling me against him.
The room is filled with the sound of our deep breaths, and he stares down at me, placing a tender kiss against my forehead.
"You're amazing," I whisper softly, sitting up onto my elbow, tracing his glorious ab, outlining every pack. He chuckles softly, his fingers trailing the shape of my hip, making me shiver in delight.
"I think we broke the bed."
"No, we actually did break the bed. Look at my headboard," he chuckles, his green eyes twinkling in the darkness of the moonlight lit room.
"You should replace it," I grin, setting my head down on his chest.
"I don't think so. If this is how we're going to be in bed, it's no use, cause now I know what you feel like, and I'm not letting go," he digs his face in the crook of my neck, making me giggle.
"God, I love your laugh," he whispers, his index finger trailing over the outline of my lips.
My cheeks tint as I blush, and I look down shyly, but he stops me, placing his index finger under my chin, pulling my face up to meet his gaze.
"Thank you," he whispers.
"For what?"
"For trusting me, to be your first."
I lean down, tenderly placing my lips against his. A squeal escapes my lips when Tyler grabs my hips, pulling me on top of him.
"Looks like we're never getting out of this bed," he murmurs, placing kisses down my neck.
"That's exactly what I want," I murmur, biting my bottom lip when he sucks at the skin under my jaw.
The possessive gleam in his eyes takes fire, his hands tightening around my hips.
"When I'm done with you, you won't be able to fucking walk."
~ ~ ~
There we go! There's the chapter everyone has all been waiting for! It took me forty-four chapters to get here. FORTY-FOUR! Anyway, before you guys bombard me with comments on wanting a detailed description of Sydney's first time with Tyler, I just want to say one thing and one thing only: I'm writing a romance book, not a smut book. If you want to read smut, there's a lot of it here on Wattpad.
Some of ya'll should be grateful I didn't, cause ya'll would've been SCARRED. Y'all should have seen the look on my face when I secretly bought a copy of fifty shades of grey with my spending money when I was with my mom at a bookstore, (mind you she doesn't know anything about the fifty shades movies or books) and I read the WHOLE thing when I was ELEVEN. Never was the same again. Hehe, that's when the last of my innocence went *poof*.
I think a lot of us know some of the books here on Wattpad that have wiped the little bit of innocence that was still left in us.
This is as comfortable I am with writing a sex scene, at least for now. Maybe in my future books, I'll give you guys a little bit more detail *wink wink*. And anyway, let's not forget, this is the first official book that I've spent time on, and took the dedication to finish and publish here, so bear with me!
I'm new to this. I hope you understand. It was awesome to finally write this chapter, even though it took me forty-four chapters to get to! Thank you, guys, so much for getting this far in my book, and I promise, there's more Sydney and Tyler moments to come! I promise!