Emotion bubbled under the desire. Happiness that he was mine. Heartbreak that I was too messed up to be normal for him.
At last, he ducked, his hands either side of my knees, and kissed the daisy on my bikini bottoms. I made a breathy sound of need, and Tyler linked his gaze to mine. He asked a question without words. Was I sure? Of course I was.
We both moaned when he pushed his tongue under. He licked my clit, and I dropped my head back, my chest heaving. Tyler dipped into the wetness he’d created.
“Soaked for me.”
“Only you.”
His hands glided over my legs to take hold of my hips. “Arch back, doll.”
I gave him what he wanted, resting on my hands so he could get tongue-deep in my pussy with the perfect view for anyone watching. Tyler wasted no time, licking and sucking on me until I shook. The building heat. The need that drew tight inside me, an explosion waiting to happen.
I gasped for air and warned, “You’re going to make me come.”
His answer was a cocky promise. “First of many.”
Then he winked, sucked my clit, and I fell, breaking into pieces at the easy, beautiful orgasm he’d gifted me. Pleasure flowed through my veins, perfect glimmering satisfaction rolling through me. All from his clever mouth.
Tyler drew back and watched my expression, a small, satisfied smile on his. “Count it.”
“One.”
He waited, and I realised he needed further instruction for what to do next. I knew what I wanted. “Lie out.”
He boosted back onto the bed, his dick standing tall. It leaked precum.
If the viewers had a say, I knew what they’d beg for. His hand gripping my hair. Him railing me from behind.
I settled over his lap. Then I kissed him. My turn to get us lost on lips and tongue.
There was one thing sex performances never lingered on. Kissing was a no-no. Too intimate for the sport that was fucking for money. Too little action for paying customers who couldn’t feel the connection and couldn’t care. But I loved it. Nothing felt as good as his answer to my opening peck. Tyler cupped my head and returned the kiss. He tasted of me. He tasted of himself, that same perfectly addictive element that calmed and enthralled me. He tasted of home.
For long minutes, we lost ourselves on drugging, open-mouthed kisses. My whole body tuned to his, his hard length under me, his hands caressing my so-sensitive skin.
“I need you,” I whispered.
Tyler shivered but nodded.
With a simple action not primed for viewers, he moved my underwear aside and thrust into me.
We both keened out.
I loved the stretch and the way he filled me. How it took a minute to adjust to his size. He was a patient man, working me gently with a hand to my lower back until I took all of him, then he was there, thick inside me. Owning me from the inside out.
“I can’t… I need…” he said.
“I know.”
I moved my hips, taking over the action between us. I drew him in and out, desire waking, though he’d only just made me come. Tyler let me own the intimate moment, then held my hip and rolled us so he was on top. I laughed in surprise, then moaned into a hot kiss.
He kept his mouth on mine, his hips working. His fingers slid into my underwear and teased my clit.
I was so gone for this man. Everything he did felt good, but when he put purpose behind it, I was lost. A second orgasm crested and washed over me, the waves of pleasure dizzying and all the better for him being hard inside me.
Tyler smirked against my lips. “Count it.”
“Two,” I breathed.
