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 nipples 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 *, 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 *, stabbing it in and out as if he were fucking 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 *.
The tremors built as he began to pump, her * 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, fucking 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.