He moans, his eyes on me again, watching my reactions as he licks and sucks with his relentless mouth until my legs begin to shake, and my hips start to thrust, desperate for a release. He closes his mouth over my clit and slides a finger into me, and the sensation tears me apart as my release rips through me in waves.
Tyler slowly stands, bestowing me with a smile that makes my heart throb. Then his finger dips back into me and then out, drawing lazy circles around my entrance and up over my clit. He kisses me, and I taste myself on his tongue as he swipes it across mine, his fingers slowly increasing with both speed and pressure. “I’m going to make you come again, and then I’m going to take you over to the couch and bury myself in you so I can watch you come again.”
I whimper, and if I wasn’t so turned on and desperate to feel him take my body to these impossible highs again, I might be embarrassed over the fact. Instead, I move my hips to increase the pressure of his touch.
He kisses me deeply, distracting me for a moment with his mouth as his kiss becomes more demanding, and then a delicious fullness as he adds a second finger, curling them inside of me and making my mouth part as need mounts inside of my chest.
“That’s your G-spot,” Tyler whispers, kissing my parted lips. “Tell me you want me. Tell me you want me to make you come.”
My breaths are short and fast as his fingers continue to hit the same sensitive spot, the sound of my arousal growing louder against his hand as he quickens his pace. Then his fingers slide out of me, running over my clit, making me groan with a protest as I move my hand to his, guiding it back to my entrance.
He chuckles, kissing me. “Tell me you want me,” he warns.
“I want you. I want you to make me come.”
“Good girl,” he says, kissing me again as his fingers slide back inside, hitting that same spot that makes the world seem to stop as pleasure consumes me. He kisses me when my breaths grow unsteady, his fingers driving me to the brink of my sanity, making me so desperate to climax again, it nearly feels uncomfortable as the pressure continues to build. Then he presses his thumb against my clit, and my release is so strong, my knees sag as his lips come over mine, kissing me fiercely as he swallows my cries as his other hand and chest support me.
His kisses become sweeter and softer as the waves recede, leaving me breathless and sated. Then his fingers slide out of me, grasping my other hip and pulling me forward. I feel him, hard against my waist. Passion and fear ignite as my desire grows, working to be eclipsed by every horror story that accompanies this moment and the pain and discomfort that comes with it. But as his blue eyes hit me, I forget every single word and thought as I lean into him, claiming his mouth the way he’d claimed mine, gripping him through his pants. He groans, his tongue sliding against mine as his hips flex into my touch. I wonder if this is the power he felt over me when he touched me? My tongue wrestles with his as I stroke him, feeling his girth and length that make that pressure between my legs return.
I reach for his belt, fumbling with it as he takes control of the kiss, his fingers tipping my head back, possessing my mouth. I slip the ends of his belt free and unbutton his pants before lowering the zipper, cupping him through his boxer briefs, the heat and length of him making me moan. He seems to recognize my need as his kisses lessen, peppering my lips as he smiles with confidence radiating off his chest. He knows his effect on me, and it makes me feel more vulnerable than it did to have his face between my legs.
“Let’s go to the couch,” he says, kissing my jaw.
I shake my head. “I want that fantasy you painted. I want them to see you claim me.”
He closes his eyes, his chest rising as I squeeze his length. “Chloe,” he groans, his eyes opening to half-mast. “That was me being an arrogant arse. I wasn’t serious. I don’t want anyone to fucking see you, least of all exposed.”
“You’re lying. You get a thrill from it, the same thrill I do. You want to, you’re just worried I’ll regret it.”
“Fucking terrified.”
I stroke him again. “I dare you,” I whisper against his lips, turning so my back is to him, my dress still pooled around my hips.
“You’re going to kill me,” he says, running his fingers over my bare skin. “You’re testing my strength, I swear to God.” He leans into me, his bulge at my backside.
I gasp, my hips reflexively moving forward.
Tyler chuckles, regaining the power I’d just stolen. “Hold onto the rail,” he orders.
I do as he requests, and his fingers run over my butt and down my thighs, every inch of my skin that he’s touched set ablaze. Then he stops, and I hear the rustle of clothing and crinkle of foil. Looking over my shoulder, I see he’s thrown his shirt aside and is tearing at the wrapper of the condom with his teeth. Seeing him like this makes me weak in the knees. He sheaths his cock and fists himself, his eyes burning into mine. “You have no idea how bad I want you.”
He blows out a long breath as he leans forward and kisses my shoulder, his hand finding my waist. “Tell me if you need me to slow down.” He reaches forward, tilting my chin toward him before he kisses me possessively. His other hand dips between my
