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He touches his tongue to me, running it lightly over my opening. “You like having your wrists tied, babe?”
He licks me again and I let out a shuddery breath.
“Answer the question.” He pulls back and nips my butt.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Good.” He kisses the spot where he just bit me and soothes it with his tongue. The feeling is strange, but it’s a nice one. It’s close to erotic, especially when he traces his lips along the curve of it and finds my pussy once more.
The strokes of his tongue are long and forceful. Every time the tip of it rubs against my clit, my breath stops, my heart pounds, my lips part. It’s a fleeting feeling, lasting barely a second at a time, but it’s the strongest one. It’s the most intense and consuming, and I find myself tilting my hips back so he can access it more easily.
Tyler laughs against me, the sensation akin to vibration, and I moan. Wishing I could get my hands free, turn around, and fist his hair. Wishing I could hold him against me—
Until he brings his hand around to the front and presses two fingers against me at the same time that he dives his tongue inside me. It’s sudden and unexpected and so fucking good. My fingers clamber for him as the first wave of pleasure racks my body. I’m almost fighting the restraint, needing to touch him, to hold him against me.
To make sure he doesn’t stop what he’s doing until I come explosively, coating his tongue with my juices.
And I do. When it hits, it hits. With only one hand free, Tyler can barely keep me upright. My legs are weak like Jell-O and my eyes burn with the pleasure.
There’s something about his mouth on me and not being able to see him. I can’t put my finger on it, but I’ve never come that hard through oral. Ever.
“You taste good,” he says, giving me one last, long lick.
I shudder. My clit is so tender and swollen that the barest touch is arousing and intense. “I want to taste you.”
“And you will. Just not right now.” He stands and spins me by my hips. His eyes bore into mine, strong and steady and certain and full of arousal. If I couldn’t tell it from his eyes, the bulge in his pants would tell me.
“What are you doing?” I ask as he pushes me back toward the bed. I sit on the edge, looking up at him.
Without answering, he undoes the buttons on his shirt and shrugs it off, leaving it to fall to a heap on the floor. But that’s not what has my attention—not really. That’s the nimble way his fingers undo his belt and jeans button.
My fingers twitch with wanting to do it for him. Especially when he eases his jeans and underwear down over his hips. His erection springs free, long and hard and gorgeous, and I lick my lips. My eyes are stuck on his cock, desire pooling deep inside me.
He walks forward, his hips level with my face, and wraps his hand around himself. Slowly, he strokes, and I draw in a long breath.
“You really want this? You really want to taste me?” He moves his hand up and down himself, his grip steady and certain. “You want my cock in your mouth?”
I nod.
“Say please.”
Bastard. “Please.”
He steps forward again so the head of him is hovering right in front of me, teasing me, taunting me, and somehow, I know better than to move forward.
“Open your mouth,” he rasps.
I’ve barely parted my lips when the end of his cock nudges at my mouth. I open wider, letting him in. I can taste a drop of pre-cum on my tongue, salty and sweet at the same time. I swirl my tongue around him, feeling the velvety softness of his skin as I draw him deep into my mouth.
He hisses out a long breath when I suck so hard that my cheeks hollow. He pulls away forcefully, leaving me staring up at him openmouthed.
“I’d tell you to climb on the bed, but you can’t,” he mutters with amusement. He pushes me back and slides me up the bed, sitting me up when I’m in the center. He kneels behind me and puts his hands on my waist. “Kneel up.”
I lift myself up and he moves forward. His knees are between mine—together, where mine are wide apart. He releases my waist and grabs the bottom of the camisole. He pulls it over my head in one swift, easy movement. My breasts bounce free, settling in front of me.
One hand flattens on my stomach. “Back down. Slowly,” he breathes into my back.
I close my eyes at the feel of his cock nudging my opening. Yes. This is what I want. I want to feel him inside me, stretching me, filling me. And he does. Slowly, I lower down and he pushes up, our bodies meeting and fusing together.
