He leans in and plants a tender kiss over my clit, then moves down to my entrance, also planting a tender kiss there.
“Where else?”
“Here.” I point to my navel. He leans in and kisses it softly, then looks up at me for additional instructions.
I point to my left nipple. He rises and pulls it into his mouth, watching my eyes with his bright gray ones. I point to my other nipple and he repeats the movement on the other side, gently tugging on my already-puckered nub.
“Ty,” I whisper. “Please.”
“What do you need, baby?” He nibbles his way down my torso, licking at the now-warm caramel.
“I need you to make love to me.”
He kneels back onto his haunches and lays the bottle on the counter, then spreads my lips wide and leans in to pull his tongue through my labia to my clit, wraps his lips around it, and sucks in little pulses, making me go mad. I plant my feet on his shoulders and buck my hips against his mouth as fire shoots straight through me. His hands grip my hips firmly, holding me to him.
“Fuck, Ty, I’m gonna come.”
He growls and pulls his tongue down to push it into my pussy and presses his thumb against my clit, and I scream as the world falls away. I shiver and shudder and push against his face, riding the wave of this incredible orgasm.
Finally, he stands and unzips his pants and kisses me deeply. I can taste the caramel and myself on him.
“This is going to be sticky as hell,” I warn him. He grins and cups my face in his palms, kissing me like he’s a man starved. I find his uncovered cock and stroke it firmly, brush my thumb over the tip, spreading the drop of dew over the top, and he growls again.
“God, I love your hands.” He lifts me off the counter, sets me on my feet, and turns me around, bent with my legs spread and hands braced on the edge of the island.
“This way we won’t get stuck together.” He massages my pussy with the head of his cock. “I need to be inside you, baby.”
I push back on him as he slips inside me with a curse.
“I’m sorry, sweetness, I’m not in the mood to be gentle.”
“Don’t hold back,” I beg. I want it hard and fast.
He groans and begins to move quickly, pushing in and out, his glorious cock pulling on the walls of my pussy in the most amazing way. I tighten around him and he grips my hips even harder.
“Ah, fuck, baby, your pussy is so damn tight.”
“Harder!” I cry.
He grips my hair roughly in one hand and yanks back as he begins to slam in and out of me like a man on the edge of insanity.
He cries out as he bottoms out and rocks against me, coming long and hard inside me.
“You make me crazy,” he whispers as he releases my hair and plants a wet kiss between my shoulder blades. “I’ll never get enough of you, Lauren.”
I grin as I try to catch my breath.
The timer on the oven dings just as Ty pulls out of me, watching the juices from his climax drip down my thighs. “So fucking hot.”
I chuckle and walk to the oven, check the pie, and set it on a cooling rack. “Pie’s done.”
“Good.” Ty takes my hand in his and leads me up the stairs to my bedroom.
I’m a sticky mess, covered in caramel and flour and Ty. “You don’t want to have a piece of pie?” I giggle.
“I think we need to clean you up first.” He leads me to the bathroom and turns on the shower, leading me inside when it’s hot and the room begins to fill with steam.
“That’s right, you made this mess, you should clean it up.”
He pulls me against him under the water and kisses me hard as he grips my ass and grinds his erection against my belly, smearing the caramel between us.
“Seriously? Already?”
“I swear I’m sixteen again whenever I have your sexy, naked body against me.”
I pull back and soap up my hands and begin to glide them over his tight abdomen, enjoying his taut muscles.
“I thought this was my mess to clean up.” He grins.
“I like touching you,” I whisper, and watch my hands as they move up to his chest, over his shoulders, and down his arms. I lather my hands some more and return to his stomach. His belly quivers when I pull my fingertips down the V at his hips.
“Ticklish?”
“No,” he lies.
I smirk and replay the move, skimming his sensitive skin with the pads of my fingertips.
He jumps again.
“Of course you’re not ticklish. You’re badass.”
“Damn right.” He watches me with hot eyes as my hand circles his semihard cock and gently washes him.
“I like this.”
“Do you.” It’s not a question.
“Very much.” I slowly lower myself to my knees. I tilt my head back to look up into Ty’s gaze and brush my lips lightly over the head of him. He hardens instantly in my grasp; his hands fist and his stomach clenches, and when I pull just the head into my mouth and suck gently, he swears under his breath and watches me, waiting impatiently to see where I’ll take him next.
I brace my spare hand on his stomach, reveling in the way his muscles move under my hand, and begin to pump his length. I pull him to the back of my throat and swallow, then pull up and roll my tongue around the rim and over the slit, then repeat the motion, slowly, until his hips are moving in my rhythm.
Finally, he grips my cheeks in his hands and pulls me off him and leans down to kiss me while he pulls me to my feet.