Dressed only in her panties and heels, she felt bared to him, yet utterly sexy and turned on.
Tyler was so gentle, and she didn’t expect that. He was such a big guy. She expected lumbering, fumbling, inept caresses—a few minutes of foreplay and then right to the action—not these achingly sweet movements that made her want to crumble to the floor. She was damp and throbbing with desire, her ni**les tight points of burning need that begged for the touch of his hands and mouth.
He caressed her legs again, the silken soft hairs of his head tickling her skin. She was ready for penetration, while he was taking a slow trek south along her body.
When he reached for her panties, he tilted his head back to look at her.
The dark desire in his gaze made her pulse race. She had no idea how she was still standing. She laid her palms flat against the wall as he dragged her panties down her hips, then left them at her thighs while he admired her sex.
“You are pierced here.” He leaned in and flicked the tiny ring attached to her clit with his tongue. Tingling shocks of pleasure vibrated through her.
He looked at her. “You are so damn sexy, Jenna.”
He pressed his mouth to her pu**y, and she melted. His tongue was hot, wet, and as he began to move it against her, she held on to the wall for support, because she was sure she was going to die from the sweet pleasure of it. Warm spirals of sensation coiled deep inside her, and she lost herself in the feel of his hands flexing and unflexing on her hips as he swirled his tongue so intimately across her sensitive flesh, his tongue rolling over her clit to flick and play with the piercing.
She was so sensitive there, and it had been awhile. With her panties resting at her thighs, naked except for her shoes and him still wearing his suit, kneeling before her and worshiping her with his mouth—the mere visual of it made her want to come right then. But oh, it was so good she needed it to last. She loved his mouth, loved the way he teased her with his tongue, then took her clit in his mouth and sucked, first light and easy, then harder. And the way he’d move down and slide his tongue inside her pu**y, stabbing it in and out as if he were f**king her, was painfully exquisite. She tangled her fingers in his hair and arched against him, feeding her sex to him, needing him to take her there and make her fly over the edge.
She needed this orgasm so badly. Ty had been the one in her fantasies for so long now. No one else had been there for a while. And she was going to exorcise him out of there by having him make her come tonight—over and over again.
“Yes, Ty. Right there. Suck my clit.”
He took her clit in his mouth and rolled his tongue over the bud, at the same time sliding a finger inside her pu**y.
The tremors built as he began to pump, her pu**y squeezing his fingers as the climax rolled toward her with a force that wouldn’t be denied.
She banged her head against the wall as the first hard wave of her orgasm tunneled through her.
“Oh, God, I’m coming.” She arched against his face, begging him to continue as she came with a torrent of wild cries. He held on to her, f**king her with his fingers and rolling his tongue over her sex until the last contraction subsided.
Out of breath and utterly unable to hold herself upright, she sank against him.
Tyler stood, wrapped his arm around her, and held her while she caught her breath. He pushed her panties to the floor and slipped two fingers inside her.
“I like to feel you coming, to feel your body respond. I could make you come over and over again, Jenna.”
The dark promise in his words kept her on the sensual high. She knew they had barely gotten started, which was fine with her. She’d been in a drought for a long time, and since they were only going to do this once, she planned to get plenty of Ty tonight.
“I need you naked,” she said, running her hands over his shoulders.
“I can fix that.”
He stepped back and shrugged out of his suit coat, then undid his tie and pulled it off. She slipped out of her shoes.
Looking at him made her libido peak hard. His dark hair spilled over the collar of his white shirt. He worked the buttons of the shirt in a hurry, then took it off, revealing a wide span of well-developed chest with a dark smattering of hair that made her want to splay her fingers all over him, especially the line of hair that disappeared into the waistband of his pants.
He kicked off his shoes, undid his belt, and drew the zipper down, and her throat went dry as he dropped his pants to the floor, followed by his socks and his briefs.
Naked and hard, he was everything she could have imagined. Wide shoulders, well-muscled but lean in all the right places, with taut, muscled abs and a narrow waist, he was strong and absolutely beautiful. She wanted to touch him, then taste him, and definitely look at him for as long as he let her.
But he took a step forward and swept his arm around her, dragging her against him and kissing her with a passion she thought was reserved for the movies. His mouth on hers—the way he commanded the kiss—stole her breath and made her muscles turn lax.
He cupped her neck and bent her over his arm, deepening the kiss, sweeping his tongue against hers.
It really was like the movies, because she was certain she swooned.
When he straightened her, he looked into her eyes.
“You taste good.”
Her body flamed, but not from embarrassment. She loved sex. Nothing about it embarrassed her. She smiled at him. “If you let me taste you, I could give you a report, too.”
He laughed. “Yeah, we’ll get to that for sure, but there’s so much about your body I haven’t tasted yet.” He swept his hand over her br**sts. “Like these.”
Her br**sts were small and often overlooked by guys. She liked that he noticed. Tyler looked at her br**sts like they were a feast. “Not pierced like your clit.”
“Not yet.” She gave him a grin.
He arched a brow, then cupped one breast with his hand, swiping his thumb over her nipple.
Her br**sts might be small, but they were oh so sensitive, and she gasped.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he whispered, then bent and took her nipple in his mouth.
She had no idea what he thought, because as soon as he put his mouth on her, her mind focused only on what he was doing. Sensation shot from her nipple straight south. Her clit tingled and her sex fired to life again.
He sucked her nipple into his mouth, licking around the bud and flicking it with his tongue while he played with the other with his hand and fingers, tugging and pulling on it until she cried out in pleasure.