Tyrell nudges my legs apart even more, and I stretch over him, my fingers curling and digging into the wall when he parts my folds and licks a long line between them before finding my clit again and sucking it between his teeth.
That feels so good.
I’m not gonna last long at this rate. My legs are already quivering.
“You’re so wet.” His voice is laced with amusement, and I rest my forehead against the wall and peer down at him.
“What do you expect? You’re sitting there in nothing but a towel.”
His laughter is soft and gruff as he goes back to work on me, destroying every ounce of willpower with his sure tongue and magic fingers.
They slip inside me, a deep thrust that has me biting the back of my hand to stay quiet. His strokes are long and tantalizing, his tongue still doing a number on my clit, and I’m very soon taken out by a white-hot buzz that makes my knees buckle.
He can feel my orgasm mounting and pulls away to gently praise me like he always does. “Good girl. Come for me, baby. Come on now.”
Curling his fingers inside me, he makes it impossible to drag this thing out any further, and the second his lips are back on my sweet spot, I fold, my body shaking like an earthquake is rocketing through me.
My knees buckle and he catches me, his large palms securing my ass while he keeps licking and sucking until I don’t think I can take any more.
“Baby,” I whine, my voice raspy and desperate.
He nuzzles his nose into my abdomen, slipping his fingers out of me and lowering me back to the bed.
My head hits the mattress and I get the pleasure of watching him unhook his towel. Excalibur pings out to greet me and I reach for it, wrapping my fingers around his length and loving the way his eyes glaze with desire.
I make him feel so damn good.
He grunts when I squeeze his head, closing his eyes and obviously fighting to stay quiet.
Biting my bottom lip, I grin, massaging his cock and feeling like Aphrodite as he thrusts into my palm.
“I want in,” he starts to murmur, leaning over me and nibbling my jawline before claiming my mouth.
He strokes my tongue with his, lavishing me with deep kisses until I can’t breathe.
I lean up into him, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down over me. My legs spread wide, my weeping pussy begging as I buck my hips and seek him out.
He stills my thrusting, brushing his fingers against my folds and parting them so his tip can ease into me.
It’s a gentle nudge at first, but then I grip the back of his neck and demand a little more.
And he delivers, thrusting into me with a deep plunge that knocks me sideways.
I love the way he can do this to me.
Bowl me over like a freaking tsunami.
Hooking my leg around his hips, I dig my heel into his ass as he starts to move.
It feels so damn good, I can’t even think straight.
My body is buzzing, electric currents sparking through every inch of me as I take his thrusts—smooth and long, fast and deep.
Our rhythm is familiar, and although it still excites me, it also brings me comfort.
He knows my body like it’s his own.
We’ve made love all over the world, in all kinds of places. He’s explored every inch of my skin. He knows every freckle, dimple, scar, and crevasse.
