When her panties are with her leggings, out of sight and out of mind, Blair sits, legs together.
“No, no. Open up for me. Show me that pretty pussy. Let me see if my dreams have done it justice.”
Blair gasps at the request but she doesn’t hesitate. Her hands move from in front of her to each of her knees—she presses one open and then the other—and she’s on display. I lick my lips and take her in. She’s fucking gorgeous.
“Baby, you’re beautiful. Now, take a single finger and tell me how wet you are.”
Blair beams at being told what to do, doing exactly what I ask. Her finger moves to her entrance and dips inside, just a little. She nods and whimpers, “I’m soaked.” Blair grins and arches her back at her own touch.
Fuck, that’s hot. I need her to cool it before I come in my pants, which is definitely not the plan.
“No more touching, baby. Only me, got it?”
She nods and puts her arms to her side as I move in closer. I lightly blow on her clit, and watch her react with a little moan. I always wondered what she’d sound like in bed, touching her like this, but reality is so much better than what I dreamed up.
My hands grip her thighs, muscular and thick in the best way.
“I’ve always loved how strong you are,” I praise, my hands still on her thighs.
When she squirms underneath my touch, I know she’s waiting for me—fuck, I’m waiting. I put us both out of our misery and place a soft kiss on her clit. She moans, and pushes her hips into me. And I fucking live for it. For her to want me like this? The reaction? Seems like we’re definitely on the same page.
I take a finger and test her wetness for myself; she’s almost dripping. When I fill her with a finger, she puts her hand in my hair and lightly pulls, moaning the nickname she has for me: “Ty.” Adding another finger, I pump inside her and match it with slow circles with my tongue on her clit.
Blair shakes underneath me and she uses her hands to put my head where she wants it. Almost like she knew I was going to ask her for instruction. She’s showing me instead and hell, it’s way better.
When I switch it up, I lick long, languid strokes from her entrance to her center, and she shivers when I get from one end to the other. My fingernails grip her thighs, scratching up and down. Up and down. But my tonguedoesn’t quit. I taste her, all of her, and can’t wait until she’s coming undone on my mouth.
“More. I need more,” she pleads, all needy and breathless.
I insert two fingers and hook them, changing the spot I’m hitting, and it’s the right one. Blair’s abs start to clench; I can feel it in the way she’s almost teetering over the edge. I nibble at her clit before devouring her. Putting all I have into her, circling, stroking, pushing my tongue into the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“I’m so close,” she says as I sneak a look at her, almost losing my shit right then and there. Her cheeks are flushed with arousal, she’s biting her lip, and her eyes are pressed close as her head lolls to the side.
I pick up the pace, matching her quick and shallow breaths, and when she pulls harder on my hair I know she’s there—right about to tumble over the edge. Her orgasm is in sight and I moan into her. The vibrations do exactly what I’d hope for.
“Fuck, just like that. Yes!” She spurs me on.
I do exactly what she says and I’m licking, pumping, and feeling her ride out her climax. She contracts on my fingers and pulls my mouth even tighter to her. I don’t stop until she’s laying back on the couch, chest rapidly rising and falling with her breath.
“Ty, oh my god. That was—”
“We’re not done yet,” I interrupt, pressing a kiss to her mouth, her wetness still there. She doesn’t hold back and kisses me, hard and promising. Her hand drifts to the front of my jeans and she rubs over my shaft, pressing into the denim.
I throw my head back, letting a breath escape me, and she kisses the column of my neck before locking her eyes on mine.
“Oh yeah? What’s next?”
Twenty-Two
Blair
Oh.My.Fucking.God.
I saw our conversation going a lot of ways, but I didn’t expect this. This man in front of me? This version of Tyson? The version I didn’t see coming? Yes.
When I ask him what’s next, it’s almost like his eyes are burning into me. Branding me. Claiming me as his. And you know what? I want him to.
He doesn’t answer me, so I unbutton his jeans. He watches with that same grin and devilish look in his eyes, and it’s almost like it’s charging me. Giving me energy—courage—whatever it is that’s pushing me in this direction. I pull the zipper and then he helps take his jeans off, kicking them away.
