I jump back into his arms, and he easily catches me as my legs go around his body. He holds me tightly as our tongues swirl together, and I feel his hard cock pressing into me.
“Tyler, I need you. Right now,” I demand.
“I’m here, baby.” He moves down my jaw and slides his tongue up to my neck. “Tell me what you want.”
“Take off your clothes.”
He chuckles. “And then what?”
“Fuck me against the wall. Then bend me over the island. Then on top of the counter.”
“Jesus Christ,” he growls in my ear. “Been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you?”
“I have lots of fantasies that involve you, and in all of them, we’re naked and moaning.”
Tyler carries me into the kitchen, then sets me down. I watch as he removes his shoes, his shirt, and finally his jeans. I lick my lips at how hard and ready he is for me standing in only his boxer shorts.
“As sexy as you look in that dress, it needs to come off,” he demands.
I spin around so he can do just that. Tyler brushes my hair to one side and slowly lowers the zipper. The dress falls to my feet, leaving me in only a thong and strapless bra. Before I can tell him to remove them, he kneels behind me, threading his fingers inside the thin panties and pushing them down my legs.
“Fucking hell, baby. I wanna devour you so badly. Taste your come and sink my tongue deep inside you.” He stands behind me, pushing his throbbing length against my bare ass.
I unclasp my bra and toss it to the side. Looking over my shoulder, I flash him a devious smirk and arch a brow. “Then what are you waiting for?”
Flattening my palms on top of the island, I part my legs and give him the view he’s so desperate for. Dropping to his knees again, he grips my thighs, and spreads my ass cheeks. I lower my stomach to the counter and when he swipes his tongue along my clit, the sensation has me nearly combusting.
Tyler licks, sucks, and flicks my clit, and he doesn’t let up until I’ve given him two orgasms. By the time he stands, my knees are shaking.
“Oh my God.” I blow out a ragged breath.
Tyler kicks off his boxers, then grabs my hand and leads me to a bare spot on the wall. “Put your hands above your head and spread your legs.”
His deep voice sends a thrill down my spine. I love when Tyler’s tone is demanding. When I hear it, I become so eager to please him.
Once I’m positioned to his liking, he moves behind me.
“You have me so fucking hard, baby.” I hear him stroking himself and grin to myself. Tyler grabs my waist as he slides against my pussy, coating the tip with my juices. “Hang on.”
He pushes inside, slow and easy at first, then pulls out before sliding back in. The intense feeling has my head falling back on my shoulders. Tyler drops his mouth to my neck, fists my hair, and continues thrusting. His other hand slides up my arm, and he threads our fingers together.
“Fuckin’ perfect, sweetheart. You and me.”
“Always,” I say around a moan.
Tyler switches from hard and fast to soft and slow. It’s enough to drive me wild, and by the time my orgasm builds, I’m crying out his name. Slipping his hand between my legs, Tyler rubs my clit until I fall over the edge again. Tyler squeezes my breast, kissing up my throat before capturing my lips. As he whispers sweet nothings, I fight to catch my breath and unravel for the third time.
It’s too much. But so goddamn good.
“I love how responsive you are, baby. Your body craves my touch,” he growls.
“I can’t get enough,” I admit. “We could hibernate in here all winter long, and it still wouldn’t be enough.”
“That sounds like fucking heaven,” he says against my mouth.
Before I can respond, he spins me around and leads me to the kitchen. Tyler turns me again until my stomach is flat on the counter. I stick out my ass as he slides back inside me, and I gasp at how deep he goes.
“Shit,” he hisses, ramming faster. I release a breathy moan as he holds my hips tightly. My pussy clenches, and he pants harder. “Sit.”
He nearly gives me whiplash as he pulls out and flips me over until the cold marble hits my ass.