Chapter 206
Tye’s thumb was still on my lip, smearing the warmth of him across my mouth. I licked it clean, tasting salt and him. His eyes grew dark, and his pupils dilated again. He drew me up by my wrists and pressed his mouth against mine.
The kiss was slow this time, his tongue sliding against mine in long, lazy strokes that made my toes curl all over again.
Every time I tried to speed it up, he pulled back just enough to bite my bottom lip, like a gentle warning, then soothed the sting with another deep kiss until I was melting.
His hand cupped my jaw, thumb stroking my cheek where he’d marked me earlier. The other slid down my throat, over my collarbone, tracing the sticky trails across my breasts.
When his fingers circled one nipple that was still tender and swollen, I gasped into his mouth. He rolled it slowly, tugging just enough to make sparks shoot straight between my legs.
“Sensitive,” I whispered.
“I know,” he murmured with satisfaction. “I like you sensitive p>
He shifted lower, his mouth following his hand. He licked a stripe up my sternum, gathering his own release on his tongue, then kissed me again so I tasted us both. It was both perfect and obscene p>
My hips rolled without permission, searching for friction, finding only the hard, sweat-slick plane of his stomach.
He laughed softly against my lips. “Greedy girl p>
Then he was moving again, kissing down my body like he had all night and intended to use every second.
He paused at my breast, drawing the nipple into his mouth with a slow, wet pull that made my back arch clear off the mattress.
His tongue flicked, circled, flicked again, while his hand kneaded the other breast, his thumb flicking the pointed peak in perfect rhythm. I felt every lash of his tongue echo deep inside me, a slow, rolling ache that had me clenching around nothing.
I threaded my fingers through his hair, trying to guide him lower, but he resisted.
Instead, he switched sides, giving the neglected nipple the same torturous attention until I was shaking, sliding my thighs restlessly against each other as I got wet all over again.
He rolled us so I was on my back beneath him. His tongue stroked mine, while one hand slipped between my thighs. Two fingers slid through my folds, still swollen and wet from earlier, and he made a low, wrecked sound when he felt how wet I was.
“Damn, princess,” he rasped against my lips. “You’re drenched again p>
I couldn’t answer. I just arched into his hand as he circled my clit once, twice, then pushed those two fingers inside me without warning. The stretch was perfect, and I clenched around him instantly.
I reached between us, wrapped my hand around his already hard cock and stroked slowly. He hissed, jerking his hips into my fist.
“Helena,” he warned. “I’m trying to go slow here p>
“Don’t,” I breathed. “I’m ready. I want you inside me p>
He shuddered, forehead dropping to mine. “Condom,” he managed to say and I nodded.
He reached for it in the drawer and ripped the foil open with his teeth. I watched greedily as he rolled it down his length, stretching the latex over his thick length. When he came back to me, he hooked one of my knees over his elbow, opening me wide, and lined himself up.
The head of his cock nudged my entrance, but he didn’t push in yet. He just rubbed himself through my folds, coating himself in me, teasing my clit with every slow drag until I was trying to pull him closer.
“Tye, please p>
He sank in one inch, maybe two, and stopped. The stretch felt so good that my breath caught. He waited, letting me adjust, then slid in another inch. Another. Until he was buried to the hilt and we both groaned at how perfectly he filled me.
He stayed still for a heartbeat, his forehead pressed to mine, breathing hard.
“You feel,” he gritted out, “so fucking good p>
Then he began to move.
He started slow at first, giving long, deep strokes that dragged over every sensitive spot inside me.
I could feel every ridge, every pulse of him. My fingernails dug into his back as my hands fumbled, urging him to move faster. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin as he gave it to me, just as I wanted it.
He shifted the angle just a bit, and suddenly he was hitting that spot with every thrust. My back bowed off the bed and a broken cry tore from my throat.
“There?” he growled, doing it again, harder p>
“Yes, yes, right there p>
He fucked me like that, relentlessly, one hand braced beside my head, the other sliding between us to rub my clit in tight, perfect circles. The pressure built up faster, hotter and deeper than before.
I was close, so close, that my thighs were shaking around his hips.
“Tye, I’m p>
“I know, baby,” he rasped. “I feel you. Let me have it. Come all over my cock p>
One more thrust, one more flick of his thumb, and I shattered again, harder this time, clenching around him in long, milking pulses that tore a loud moan from his chest.
He kept moving through my orgasm, drawing it out until I was just twitching and sobbing his name.
Tye slowed his thrusts and his cock slid almost all the way out.
I whimpered at the empty feeling, but he didn’t leave me waiting long. He kissed me deep, then rolled us over fast. Now I was on top while he lay flat on his back with his hands on my hips.
“Ride me,” he instructed. “Take what you need, princess p>
I sat up straight. My thighs shook as I straddled him. His cock stood hard and thick against his stomach, covered in my wetness. I gripped the base with one hand and lined him up at my entrance slowly, teasing us both.
The tip nudged inside as I sank down an inch. I gasped, pausing to breathe, to feel every bit of that fullness.
“Helena,” he groaned, squeezing my ass. “You’re killing me p>
I smiled and took more of him. Halfway down now, I rocked my hips a little from side to side, letting him fill every corner inside me. Wet sounds filled the room as I lifted up, then dropped back down, inch by inch until he was all the way in.
We both moaned loudly. I felt stuffed, stretched wide. His cock pulsed inside of me, right against that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes.
I placed my hands on his chest and started to move slowly. My nails scraped over his skin, down to his nipples. I pinched one hard, and his whole body went tight.
“Fuck,” he hissed.
I liked that. The way he lost control. I pinched the other nipple, rolled it between my fingers, then leaned down and took it in my mouth, enjoying the reaction my action was drawing from him.
I sat back up and started bouncing faster on him. My breasts jiggled with every drop and soon, his hand came up and cupped one breast, rubbing over the nipple. The other hand stayed on my hip, guiding me.
The slap of my ass against his thighs got louder. We were both sweating at this point. I could feel him everywhere. His deep, powerful thrusts were so good, and each movement hit the perfect spot. As I rode him, my clit rubbed against the base of his shaft, sending bursts of electric sensation up my spine.
“You’re so tight,” he rasped. “So wet p>
His words made me clench harder, making him curse and throw his head back.
He sat up sudden, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close till our chects were pressed together. His mouth trailed down my neck, sucking hard enough that I was sure there would be a visible mark by tomorrow. He continued, moving to my collarbone, then my shoulder.
I kept moving, rolled my hips in circles now as I felt the pressure build again in my belly.
“Tye,” I gasped. “I’m close again p>
“Come on my cock,” he growled in my ear. “Milk me dry, princess p>
He thrust up to meet my movement, drilling himself deeo inside my aching hole. My body tensed, then shook, but I couldn’t slow down… didn’t want to.
It hit me like a wave, and I screamed, clenching around his cock tightly. My body spasmed and a dizzying heat washed over me, blurring my vision. My fingers dug into his shoulders as I shook uncontrollably, completely lost in the moment.
Tye held me through it, kept thrusting slowly, drawing my orgasm for as long as possible.
When I came down from my high, he flipped us again. My legs wrapped around his waist and he hooked my knees over his elbows, spreading me wide.
“Need to come,” he grunted.
“Inside,” I begged. “Fill me up p>
He slammed in deep… once, twice, and then his rhythm broke. He buried himself to the hilt and groaned loudly as his cock pulsed inside me. I felt every spurt, even through the condom as he let go. Then he collapsed on me p>
We stayed like that, breathing hard, tangled and sweaty. His weight felt good, and I allowed myself to bask in the glow.
After a minute, he lifted his head, kissed me soft and smiled. “Round three?” he whispered.
I laughed, pulling him closer. “Only if you carry me to the shower first p>