When she’d undone the last button she drew his shirt apart and laid her palms on his chest.
“I love your body, Tyler, the smoothness of your chest.” She mapped her way down his ribs and over his stomach. “The way your muscles move under my hands.”
His abs jerked when she got the action going lower, anticipation building when she swept her hands below his navel. She bent and kissed him there, her breasts brushing his cock.
And didn’t that get his imagination going? He’d love to rub his cock head over her sensitive nipples. How would she react to that? He filed that thought away for later.
Right now he focused on her hands, the way she planted them on his thighs. Her touch was light, her nails torture as she lightly scraped them across his inner thighs. His balls tightened and he gritted his teeth, refusing to beg her to touch him, even though he really wanted her to.
She rose up and laid between his legs, lightly resting her body against him, and pressed her lips to his. He started to wrap his arms around her but she grabbed his hands again and laid them on the couch.
“No. Don’t touch me. Let me touch you.”
“This is going to be hard, Jenna.”
She smiled against his lips. “That’s the idea.”
She kissed him, her tongue rimming his bottom lip before pressing her mouth against his. He tasted wine and something sweet—cinnamon, maybe. She deepened the kiss, cradling his head between her hands and moving her body against his in a seductive tease.
He wanted to touch her, to lift her dress and feel her naked ass. But this was her game and he’d play by her rules…for now. So he kept his hands to himself while she undulated against him and drove him crazy until all the blood—and every thought—rushed to his dick.
She moved her lips across his jaw, lightly nipping him there. He growled at her, and she gave him a low, throaty laugh that made his balls quiver in response.
“Jenna,” he warned.
She ignored him, dragging her tongue along his throat and toward his shoulder. She bit him again, this time harder. He hissed, digging his fingers in the material of the sofa. If he had his way, he’d grab her, hoist her onto his dick, and fuck her until they both came. He was more than ready, and her scent filled the room. This game she played turned her on, too. He could give them what they both wanted.
But he wasn’t going to have this his way.
She kissed his chest, lightly sliding her tongue across his nipples. His nipple hardened and she wrapped her teeth around one and tugged, flicking it with her tongue at the same time.
He hissed in a breath, digging his heels into the rug.
She bit down harder, then released his nipple and graced him with a devilish smile.
“Come up here,” he said.
She shook her head and sunk lower, flicked her tongue out, and slid down his stomach. The silky fabric of her dress floated over his cock, her body dragging over him.
“You’re trying to kill me.”
“I’m trying to please you.”
“It would please me if you’d climb on my dick and fuck me.”
She laughed. “Later.”
She sank to the carpet and kissed each thigh, each time making her way closer to his cock and balls. He held his breath whenever she got close, then expelled a disappointed sigh when she moved away.
The woman was good at torture.
But when she lapped at his balls, he let out a low groan, certain he’d died and gone to heaven. And when her tongue blazed a trail from the underside of his cock all the way to his cock head, he was sure he’d have to do some serious math to keep from blowing his load right then, because he was primed and ready to go off.
She flicked her tongue over the tip of his cock, then swallowed him whole and took him all the way to the back of her throat. He groaned, watching his cock disappear in her mouth while at the same time feeling the suction, the wet heat as her mouth surrounded him.
She cradled his balls in her hands and gave them a gentle squeeze as she trapped his cock between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, then let go, rolling her tongue over him and popping his cock out of her mouth to lick the head like a lollipop.
Watching his cock head wet from her mouth made his balls tighten up hard as knots. And when she took him deep again and squeezed him with a swallow, he knew he wasn’t going to last.
“Jenna, I’m going to come in your mouth.”
She grabbed the base of his cock and began to pump while bobbing up and down on his cock and flicking her tongue over him. He felt his orgasm approach like a runaway freight train and dug in his heels, shoving his cock deep into her mouth.
And when it hit, it felt like the top of his head came off.