No tickle that time. A spasm.

Then he hooked his fingers in my panties and tore them down my legs, he put a knee to the bed, an arm around my waist, he lifted me, dragging me further across the bed, then he planted me in it. He wasted no further time, he spread my legs wide with two hands and then his mouth was there, he tossed my legs over his shoulders then his big hands came around, cupping my ass and pulling me up to him.

At the feel of his mouth and tongue and just how good it was, my entire body arched and the heels of my sandals dug into his back.

I should have known, the way he could kiss, he could use that mouth. I should have known.

Now I knew.

And he used that mouth to build it hard and he built it fast.

“Oh God, honey,” I whimpered, my h*ps surging up, my hand going to his head to hold him close but he wasn’t going anywhere, he was hungry.

Starved.

And it was so good, I was close.

But I wanted him.

“Ty, God, I need you, baby.”

He kept eating, pulling me deeper into his mouth.

Oh yeah, he was good at this.

“Ty, God,” I moaned, “I need you inside.”

I said it and his mouth was gone but I was up then I was straddling him, one of his arms around my waist, the other hand between us working his jeans.

“You get it, you take it like I give it to you,” he growled as I tried to focus on his face.

“Whatever you want,” I breathed, I felt the tip of him, my thighs quivered in anticipation then his arm drove me down so I was full of him.

Oh yes. Yes.

My head fell back and I gasped.

Then I tried to move but his arm stayed tight around me, keeping me impaled.

My head righted. “I have to move,” I whispered.

“You take it like I give it then I take,” he rumbled then his hand was back between us and his thumb was at my clit.

I sucked in breath and my head fell forward, my forehead colliding with his, my arms circling his shoulders.

Oh, God. That was good. That was unbelievably f**king good.

But I had to move.

“Honey, please, I have to move,” I begged, my head shifting so my mouth was on his but I couldn’t kiss him, I was breathing too heavy, fighting his arm, trying to slide up.

“You wanted me inside, baby, I’m inside.” His voice was thick, tight, hoarse.

He was, deep inside, so much of him, his thumb…

I made a sharp noise as I felt it starting and my body started bucking against his before it started then it happened and I arched back, crying out.

Beautiful.

Beautiful.

Like everything Ty.

Then I was on my back and Ty was driving deep, fast, hard, grunting with each stroke, oh God… phenomenal.

My orgasm washed out slowly, taking its time, my hands moved over his skin, my legs shifted around him. He caught one behind the back of the knee and yanked it high then pounded deeper.

I moaned.

He went up on his other hand in the bed, looked down at our bodies, our connection, his thrusting c**k then his eyes came to my face, he fell down to his forearm, keeping my other leg held high as he held my eyes and I breathed heavy as I listened to his grunts.

Then the power behind his thrusts magnified, I knew it was coming, he was going to give it to me, my arms around him tightened, pulling myself up, my hand went to the back of his head and I tugged it down to me and took the force of his groan in my mouth.

He kept moving inside me, kept my leg up as his cl**ax moved through him and then his tongue slid inside my mouth, he swung my leg around his waist and gave me more of his weight as he kissed me, deep, hard and sweet.

Then he slid in to the root, his arm in the bed moved up so his fingers could sift into my hair on one side, his mouth glided down the other side and I felt his nose flick my ear.

I sighed as I squeezed him tight in my limbs.

Then I turned my head and in his ear said, “You lasted a long time, long enough to let me move.”

His head came up and his beautiful eyes hit mine.

“It wasn’t good for you?” he asked but not in a way where he didn’t know the answer, in a way he was making a point.

“Uh… yeah.”

“Then quit bitchin’,” he ordered and I smiled.

Then my hand slid up to his head as I lifted my head from the mattress.

His mouth met mine halfway.

* * * * *

“Can I tell you something?”

It was after round two which started approximately zero point seven five seconds after round one but lasted a whole lot longer.

Ty was on his back on top of the covers, head to the mattress, we were still perpendicular to the pillows; I was pressed to his side, my legs tangled in his, my face tucked into his throat. His clothes were all gone. My bra and shoes had been removed in fantastic ways.

I’d become acquainted with nearly every inch of his beautiful skin, I’d felt his hands and mouth on nearly every inch of mine and I’d had three orgasms.

I was sated.

And he’d been giving all day; it was time for him to take.

“Yeah,” he answered.

“It’s kinda embarrassing,” I warned and his arm around my waist squeezed.

“What?”

“You know… in Vegas?” I started but then couldn’t continue.

He gave me a minute and when I didn’t say more, he prompted, “Yeah, I know Vegas.”

“I mean, when we were there.”

Again I said no more.

Again he had to prompt and he did this by asking, “What?”

“That day I came in and threw sass about breakfast.”

“What about it?”

I pressed closer then I sucked in breath.

Then I whispered, “I’d actually come back to the room earlier.”

His body stilled beside mine.

“I saw you in the shower,” I whispered.

He stayed still and silent.

Then he growled, “You’re f**kin’ shittin’ me.”

My head came up and I looked down at him to see his face was blank.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

“I’m sorry. I…” I shook my head. “I don’t know. I just…” My hand at his chest drifted up to curl around his neck and I needed to instigate damage control so I whispered the truth, “It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.”

He blinked.

“I wanted to join you,” I admitted.

His eyebrows went up as he blinked again, this time slow.

“Like… bad,” I finished.

“Why the f**k didn’t you?” he asked, voice edged with impatience then he didn’t wait for an answer and went on. “Christ, woman, torture. Spendin’ time with you, sleepin’ beside you and hands off and you tell me, a coupla days in, you saw that and wanted to let me inside?”