Jenna shuddered, her knees weakening when she felt the tug of the zipper.
“I need you out of this dress.”
She couldn’t agree more.
When he unzipped her, she started to turn around, but his hands on her h*ps stilled her.
“Jesus.”
“What?”
“This tattoo on your back.”
“My dragon.”
“Yeah. It’s amazing. And when I’m not so damn hard I want to explode, I’m going to lick it all over. But right now there are other parts of you I want to lick.”
She sucked in a breath and could already imagine his tongue on her, on the parts of her that ached and throbbed.
He pushed off her dress, laid it over the back of the sofa. When he came back to her, he knelt, this time cupping her ankles to sweep his hands up her legs.
“Your legs are so sexy.” He pressed a kiss to the back of her knees. “And your thighs. I can’t wait to feel them wrapped around me.” He kissed her there, too, before turning her around to face him again.
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 cl*twith 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 pussy, 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 h*ps as he swirled his tongue so intimately across her sensitive flesh, his tongue rolling over her cl*tto flick and play with the piercing.
She was so sensitive there, and it had been awhile. With her panties resting at her thighs, na**d 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 cl*tin his mouth and sucked, first light and easy, then harder. And the way he’d move down and slide his tongue inside her pussy, 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 cl*tin his mouth and rolled his tongue over the bud, at the same time sliding a finger inside her pussy.
The tremors built as he began to pump, her pu**y squeezing his fingers as the cl**ax 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 na**d,” 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 breasts. “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 cl*ttingled 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.
And then he took the other in his mouth, alternating between her breasts, 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 nipples.
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 pussy. 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 h*ps 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 cl**ax 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.