Again, he reined in the impulse. Instead, he went to his knees.
And looked into her eyes.
Hers were still half closed, but now her lips had parted and he heard the increased labor of her breathing.
His hands fisted at his sides so he didn’t just grab her legs, spread them, and put his mouth on her.
She blinked before her gaze narrowed and her head tilted slightly to the side. “Why do I get the sense you’ve just shut down on me?”
He couldn’t help the momentary shock that jolted through him.
She was so damn perceptive.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Her expression perfectly said, “Yeah, right,” without her uttering the words.
She leaned forward until their eyes were level. “What do you want, Tyler? Just say it.”
“I want to rip off your panties and put my mouth between your legs. I want to play with you until you come. I want to fuck you wearing that dress.”
Her eyes widened with each word until his last statement. Then he saw startled confusion. “You want me to keep the dress on?”
His lips quirked into a grin and he leaned forward until their noses almost touched. “I’ll take it off later. Right now, I want you to know you’re wearing it while I put my mouth between your legs.”
For several seconds, she simply looked at him. “Then what’s stopping you?”
That’s my girl. “Not a damn thing.”
He kept his gaze on hers as he put his hands high on her thighs. The warmth of her skin made his fingers clench convulsively and her lids lowered for a second before lifting again.
Good. She’d remembered he liked her to look at him.
Or maybe she just liked watching him.
At this point, he didn’t really care. He’d been lusting after her all day. He couldn’t wait any longer.
While one hand moved up her thigh, the other lifted to her cheek, drawing her forward so he could kiss her.
Their lips met, harder than he’d planned, but he didn’t ease up. As he pried open her lips and let his tongue sink into her mouth, his fingers slid beneath her panties and found her wet.
He groaned, the hand between her legs twisting so he could cup her mound before pushing two fingers into that wet channel.
Kate squirmed, her hips pushing forward, pushing his fingers farther into her.
Her hands clasped his shoulders, not pushing him away but not pulling him closer. Just a tight grip that sent heat crashing through his body.
His cock throbbed against the zipper, his balls a tight ache below. He kissed her, stealing her breath as her hips began to twist against his hand.
He stroked into her with a steady pace, until his fingers were coated with her moisture.
Then he released her head and let that hand fall to her waist.
When he pulled away from her kiss, she gasped a little, a tiny sound that made him grit his teeth in conquest.
He nipped at her jaw before moving lower, pressing kisses along her throat to her sternum then down the center of her chest. He let his lips linger over her rapidly beating heart before he continued down. He didn’t touch her breasts. Instead he rubbed his lips against the material of her dress, right where the two pieces of fabric crossed, before he continued.
Her sharp inhale made his cock throb and, as he moved, her hands transferred to his head, sinking into his hair. They clenched and unclenched with the same rhythm that his fingers moved inside of her.
Perfect.
As his lips moved lower, he put his other hand beneath the skirt and pushed against her thigh.
He spread her legs open another couple of inches before he withdrew his fingers from her.
She responded with a moan and tightened her fingers in his hair. The need to push her harder, faster, was a constant battle, one he was afraid he was going to lose.
Grabbing at his unraveling control, he forced himself to slow down even more.
Instead of pushing his fingers back inside and getting her off as fast as possible, he reached for her panties and began to drag them down her legs.
She responded immediately, drawing her legs together to help him. In seconds, her panties lay on the floor and he had her legs spread again.
The hem of her dress fell just enough to cover the top of her mound and the sight made him bare his teeth in a feral grin.
Her sharply drawn breath drew his gaze up and he found her looking down at him, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
He didn’t see fear so he didn’t stop.
“So pretty.”
Looking down again, he moved his hands up her thighs until he could touch her labia with his thumbs. Catching the petals, he gently pulled them back to expose her completely.
Her breathing increased as her hands sank back into his hair. Not pulling him closer. Not pushing him away.
When he moved, he heard her gasp in a sharp breath then freeze as the tip of his tongue flicked out at her exposed clit.
Her thighs quivered beneath his hands as he teased the little nub. Her scent made him want to rush, to use his teeth and have her writhing in ecstasy.
So why the hell not?
She hadn’t balked at anything he’d asked of her. Why continue to hold back?
Gripping her legs a little tighter, he nipped and sucked. Her juices coated his tongue. The warmth made his muscles tighten with lust, the drive to possess her completely a hot ball of lead in his stomach.
As she moaned, her fingers clenched into his hair, tugging until the slight pain penetrated his senses.
Yes.
Stiffening his tongue, he fucked her with it, licking inside her, lapping up her taste. Delicate inner muscles clenched, tightened around his tongue.
Heat blasted through him and he gave himself over to the red haze of pleasure.
Moving his hands to her hips, he tugged her closer. Heard her breath hitch as his teeth fastened on to her clit. He bit, his hands clamping down on her thighs so she couldn’t squirm away.
She wanted to move. Her leg muscles tensed and flexed.
He held her tighter as he teased her mercilessly, learned how to use his tongue and teeth in ways that made her sigh and gasp.
Using the flat of his tongue, he swiped against her clit before coming back to fuck her again. Just that tiny bit of penetration seemed to make her wild.
“Tyler.”
She tugged on his hair to try and get his attention, but he was focused and wouldn’t be deterred.
Since she seemed to enjoy the dual sensations on her clit and her sheath, he released one of her legs and slid two fingers inside her.
Her back arched off the couch and her moan reverberated through him, straight to his cock.
With his years of practice, he was able to control his immediate response to rip open his pants and sink deep.
Instead, he focused on getting her off. At least once, if not twice.
When she was practically liquid in his arms, he’d flip her over and fuck her hard and fast.
With the promise of that in mind, he increased his efforts. He shafted his fingers higher, stroked the tips higher until he heard her gasp.
Right there.
Then he used his tongue on her clit. Licking, biting, flicking.
Until, finally, she broke. She cried out, the moan sounding ripped from her throat.
“Oh my God.”
She released his hair, her arms reaching out to her sides to hold on to the cushions. He drew back to watch her, keeping his fingers firmly inside. Her sheath pulsed around him, her face a study in passion.
“So fucking gorgeous.”
He drew out her orgasm as long as he could before he withdrew his fingers from her clutching channel.
Just as she began to relax and sink back into the couch, he leaned back onto his heels and grabbed her by the hips.