My own lids closed, the feeling so divine, I couldn’t fight falling into him.
“Tyler,” I whispered.
He broke away, but didn’t come back to kiss my lips. He moved farther down my body instead.
His tongue trailed down my stomach, pausing when his lips would close in a kiss, only to start the path again. Lower he went until his long body was mostly off the bed, and he knelt at the foot, grabbing me by my hips to drag me to the end of the bed.
I couldn’t breathe, my heart pounding in my chest, in my ears as he looked up my body as if he could devour me. And then I realized that was precisely what he planned to do.
His fingers hooked in the band of my shorts and pulled. And with that one motion, I was completely naked in front of my dream guy.
He didn’t wait, just bent to kiss my thigh as he moved it to hook it on his shoulder, then the other as his tongue circled my skin, high enough that my nerves, rarely touched, tingled at the slightest contact. Every breath sent shocks through me, the anticipation heightening until he reached the top of my thigh.
I drew in a breath and held it for the long second he waited, and when he closed his lips over the tip of me, the breath slipped out of me in a sigh that left me weak to the bone.
His tongue moved against me, tracing unknowable shapes before he would suck gently, then start again, over and over, the rhythm strong and steady. I rolled against him, gasping when he slipped a finger into me, then another, curling to press the sensitive spot inside.
His free hand wound around my hip, up my ribs, to my breast, his fingers capturing my nipple as he flexed his palm. My back arched off the bed, and he moved faster, keeping time with my rolling hips, my heart a frantic metronome as I came closer. But he didn’t relent, just spurred me on, and when I finally opened my eyes and saw his face, intent, eyes closed, buried between my legs, it was too much. I cried out as my body flexed, head falling back, and I came by the grace of his lips and fingers and heart alone.
I sank back into the bed, lips parted, eyes still closed as my head lolled to the side, chest heaving as I listened to my pounding heart. His mouth had slowed to a gentle rocking, and when he broke away, he took a long moment to kiss up my body, finally settling in next to me. I rolled over to face him, slipping my leg between his as he wrapped his arms around me. I opened my heavy lids to look up at him, and he moved my damp hair back, eyes sweeping over my face like he was trying to memorize me.
I smiled.
He kissed me.
I could have died happy.
I leaned into him, deepening the kiss, ready to give it back to him, but he pulled back, laying his hand on mine where it rested on his cheek.
“You don’t have to, Cam.”
I took off my glasses and smirked. “No way are you giving me five-star oral and not getting something in return.
He smiled. “I’m glad it wasn’t three-star. There’s no way I could have lived with myself.”
“No, that was five-star, four-dollar-sign fine dining, sir.”
A laugh burst out of him, and I inched my hips closer, closing the space between us to kiss him, and I felt him relent, relaxing back onto the bed as I shifted to lean over him.
His hand was in my hair, mine on his bare chest, my breasts pressed against him, our legs entwined for a long moment before I moved down his body.
He watched as I climbed between his legs, bending to settle between his thighs, looking up his long torso as he looked down at me. My eyes closed, and I kissed the soft skin above the elastic band of his pants. He wasn’t wearing underwear — I could feel him, rock hard under the thin cotton — and as I licked and kissed gently, I hooked my fingers in the band and pulled until he was free.
Then, I tried not to freak out.
He was bigger — much bigger — than I’d anticipated … even feeling him against me hadn’t done him justice, and I prayed to the gag reflex gods that I wouldn’t accidentally puke. Because then I might actually die of shame.
I wet my lips and swallowed hard. And then I bowed my head, hands gripping his waist, and licked up the long line of his shaft.
He let out a deep sigh, and my nerves dissipated.
I hitched myself up enough to get to his crown and spent a moment circling it before closing my lips over the soft skin, sucking gently.
This time, he pulled in a breath with a hiss.
I let him go, running the tip of my nose down his shaft, licking a line back up, flicking gently when I hit the tip. And when I kissed his crown again, I dropped down as far as I could, fist closing around his base.
One of his hands found my hair, the other clasping my hand on the bed next to his waist, and I pulled up, sucking in a breath through my nose before dropping back down.
“Oh, God, Cam,” he breathed. “God …”
I dropped down again and again, tongue rolling around the tip when I reached it, dropping deeper each time as my throat relaxed. His body flexed underneath me, his breath heavy, and I dropped down deeper still, so deep that my eyes watered. But he was close, so on I went, arching my back, humming softly until he tightened his grip in my hair and on my hand. I knew it was a warning, but I kept going until his head snapped back into the bed, mouth open as he came with a deep gasp.
The power I felt in that moment was indescribable.
I slowed, finally letting him go, and the moment I did, he reached for my arms, pulling me up to meet him for a kiss. It was a long, sated kiss of gracious thanks, and we lay there together for a long while.
When I pulled away, I propped my head on my hand and smiled down at him. “I did it.”