And then he took the other in his mouth, alternating between her br**sts, lavishing attention on them until she had to hold on to his arm for support because she was dying from the sheer joy of it.
Her sex ached with need for him. She reached for his c**k and stroked, loving the feel of his pulsing heat in her hand. He groaned and took her mouth in a blistering kiss that left her feeling weak.
When he swept her into his arms, she was grateful, because she wasn’t sure she could stand anymore. He moved them into the bedroom and laid her on top of her bed, then crawled in after her, pulling her into his arms to roll her on top of him. He grabbed hold of her butt and lifted, arching her against his erection. She braced her hands on his chest and straddled him, rising up to look down on him.
“Now that’s a vision,” he said, grasping her br**sts in his hands to play with her ni**les.
She rocked against him and his gaze locked with hers. He gave a light pinch to her ni**les and she gasped.
“I like that. Put your mouth on them.”
She rose up to drop a nipple between his lips. He flattened it against his tongue and the roof of his mouth, giving her just the right amount of pressure, then increased the sensation by sucking it hard.
She grabbed a handful of his hair and shoved her nipple deeper into his mouth. “Ty, I really like that.”
In an instant he rolled her over onto her back, swept his hand under her to arch her pelvis against his. She slid against his cock, her juices coating him. She could come from rubbing against him, but that’s not what she wanted.
“If you aren’t inside me in two seconds, I’m going to bite you.”
He lifted his head to look down at her. “I might like that.”
She pushed against him. “Seriously. There are condoms in the drawer there.” She motioned with her head.
He arched a brow. “Prepared, aren’t you?”
“Always. Now put one on and f**k me.”
“I brought my own.”
“Now who’s prepared?”
“I try to be.”
He climbed off the bed and went into the other room, coming back a few seconds later with a package of three condoms.
She lifted up on her elbow. “Three?”
“Yes. Three. Hope you’re not planning on sleeping tonight.”
He put the condom on and nudged her thighs apart, then drew her against him to kiss her again.
Oh, man, she really liked the way he kissed, the perfect way their lips fit together. There was a thoroughness to his kisses that left her lightheaded, and it had nothing to do with the champagne she’d had tonight. He had beautiful lips that made her want to linger and kiss him for hours.
And when he held the kiss and nudged her legs apart, she went willingly, opening to him so he could slide his c**k against the entrance to her pu**y. He entered her slowly, letting her feel every inch of him.
She pulsed as he thickened inside her, her body adjusting to him, everything about her discovering everything about him. It was achingly sweet, a powerful aphrodisiac that made her clench around his cock.
She listened to the sound of his breathing, deep and heavy like hers. He smelled so good, like fresh winter and sexy, musky male. His body was like a plane of hard-edged muscle, yet his skin was soft. And when she ran her hands over him, she’d feel the occasional bump—scars, maybe? She’d have to discover all those later, after this initial exhilarating rush of first-time sex.
Because right now all she was interested in was the way his body moved against hers, the way he pulled out, then slid inside her again. He was easy with her at first, and she appreciated it because it had been awhile. But once her body adjusted to him, she needed more, and let him know it by arching up to meet him, accelerating the pace.
And he was obviously happy to give her exactly what she wanted, because he drew partway out, then thrust, deeper this time.
“Yes. Just like that. Harder again.”
He took her hand in his and tangled his fingers with hers, and gave her what she asked for, plunging inside her, then grinding his hips against hers until she saw stars. She whimpered, her body tightening around him, squeezing him, taking her so close she had to fight not to come.
“Jenna.”
She met his gaze and he lifted against her, then slammed it home, rocking against her with a strong rhythm that balanced her right on the peak several times, only to pull back and take her up again. And each time, he rocked against her clit, conscious of her pleasure, her needs.
This man was magic.
She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair. He swept his hand under her butt and held her close. Lines of strain tightened his features as he quickened the pace of his thrusts. She knew she wasn’t going to be able to hold on as he began to slam against her, one right after the other.
“Tyler. That’s going to make me come.”
“Then let’s go, babe.”
He bent her knee, drew her leg up, and pounded hard, tunneling faster and faster against her. And then he kissed her, his tongue licking against hers. The sensation rolled south and the waves of orgasm rushed over her. She moaned against his lips as her climax hit her hard. She dug her nails into his skin, bucking against him as the sweetest pleasure of all rocked her. And when he groaned and came with a burst of thrusts, she held on to him, loving the feeling of him tightening and shuddering around her.
He wrapped his arms around her and held her while they both settled and breathed.
Wow. That had been…amazing. It wasn’t like she’d never had great sex before, but that had been…Wow.
Yeah, they had chemistry all right.
When he withdrew he left for only a second, but came back and pulled her into his arms again.
She had an idea that maybe he’d want to leave right away. Some guys did, were uncomfortable with the after part of sex. Ty didn’t, just continued to stroke her body, drawing lazy circles over her skin with the tip of his finger.
She didn’t know what to do now.
She couldn’t remember the last time she had a guy in her house. She was picky. And busy. And maybe she preferred her own company over just bringing home random guys. She’d done plenty of that when she’d first moved out and gotten her own place at nineteen. Her rebellious, independent stage, when she’d first tasted freedom without parents and big brothers looking over her shoulder. That had been fun, but it had grown old fast. She’d been young, but more mature than most of the guys she’d brought home.