Hard and Fast(20)

"Can you see without them?" Ty played with the stems, lifting the frames up and down on her nose.

"I certainly can't see when you do that."

He grinned and let them go. "Sorry."

"Things are a little blurry without them but I can manage. But I need my  hands to take them off." Ty leaned forward and kissed her long and  tenderly, his mouth open as it took hers over and over.

"Okay. I can take the glasses off for you, but I'll let you have your  hands back. For now." He reached behind her and extracted her hands from  her jeans and pulled them to her thighs and slowly let her go. Imogen  took off her glasses and closed the stems neatly. Ty took them from her  and leaned back and set the glasses on his dresser. Then he stepped in  front of her again, close, invading her space and making her so damn  glad she was half-naked. She could feel the heat radiating off him, and  she loved the way he was bigger than her, the way he could surround her.  Without her glasses, he was a little fuzzy,





but he was close enough that it was mild, and because of the soft  candlelight of the room, she couldn't see every detail of his face  anyway. But she could delineate his basic form, his shoulders, his  muscular chest, the small shock of hair that rose above his waistband,  the shadow of his pelvis where his jeans hung low. She could see his  expression clearly enough to read that it was mischievous, bold,  confident.

Funny now that her hands were loose, she didn't know what to do with  them, and she knew that she was waiting for him to direct their  seduction. She wanted that, craved that, was completely and totally  aroused by the fact that she didn't have to be in charge, that there was  no fragile ego here to bolster.

Ty wanted to take and she wanted to be taken.

"After all your fussing and complaining, your hands are free," Ty said,  teasing her as he brushed his lips over the corner of her mouth,  shifting so that his chest moved against hers. "So why did you want them  out so bad? What do you want to touch?"

Ty could practically see the wheels turning in Imogen's head. She  wouldn't answer impulsively and she wouldn't avoid his question with a  vague answer. Imogen would tell him precisely what she wanted, he had no  doubt.

She said, "I don't know. I want to touch everything and I'm debating  where to start." He would pretty much give his bank account to have her  go down on her knees and take his cock into her mouth, but he wanted her  to take that kind of action on her own, not because he asked. "Well,  while you're deciding, I'm going to touch you again. I want to suck your  sweet nipples again." Imogen made a delightful little sound of  anticipation, her eyes wide, no lenses to obscure their deep, endless  blue color from him. Ty kissed her, loving the softness of her lips, the  honeyed tang of her tongue and mouth, his hands on her waist. She was  thin and toned, but still soft, with small, perky breasts that fit  nicely into his palms. He could spend all night running his lips over  her neck, across her shoulders, down into the cleft between her breasts.  Ty nuzzled her flesh, tasting the pureness of her skin, appreciating  that she didn't wear heavy lotion or perfume. Imogen just tasted like  sweet woman, and she had the most amazing nipples.                       
       
           



       

Playing with one with his tongue, he rolled it around before sucking  gently, his eyes half-closed. He was rewarded by a soft sigh and Imogen  reaching a decision on where to put her hands. They started on his back,  stroking softly, lithe and small and gentle, then as he got more  aggressive, sucking her harder, her touch migrated down to his ass and  she squeezed. It was a simple touch, but one that made Ty's erection  throb.

He wanted all of her. He wanted it slow, yet fast. He wanted her to  scream, to orgasm over and over at the same time he wanted to just pound  himself into her and let himself come in a hard, hot burst. Still  playing and licking, he shifted his hand to her jeans and undid the  zipper. Slipping his hand inside, he cupped the outside of her panties,  feeling her heat soak into him. He started to move his middle finger,  bending it so it slid up and down on her mound, the satin of her panties  making a smooth, easy surface to glide across.

Imogen moaned very softly into his ear, her hands abandoning his ass and  hurrying up his back to grip his shoulders for balance. The way she  clung to him, the way she trusted him to give her pleasure, thrilled Ty.

He wanted to give her ecstasy like she'd never known before, and he  wanted to have the total satisfaction of watching her shatter beneath  his touch.

Moving inside her panties, Ty gave his own groan of approval when the  pad of his finger hit slick moisture immediately. The farther he moved  down, the wetter she was, and their breathing matched, a steady pant,  pant, as Ty dipped inside her then drew back to swirl the hot fluid  around her swollen clitoris.

"Oh, Ty," she murmured.

"What, honey?" He buried his mouth in her hair as he worked her with his  finger, aroused by the feel of her tightness, the way her body gave to  welcome him when he thrust inside her, the way she gripped his shoulders  convulsively each time his finger went deep.

"I . . . I . . ."

"Yeah?" Ty nuzzled her ear, dipping his tongue inside.

Imogen groaned and swayed back on her feet, inadvertently pulling away from his finger.







Ty took his hand out of her panties completely and urged her back, his hands on her waist.

"What?" she asked. "Why did you stop? Where do you want me to go?"

"Just back up," he said. "I want you against the wall." He wanted help  in keeping her still while he fucked her with his fingers, then his  tongue, then his cock.

"The wall?" she asked, curious excitement in her voice as she walked tentatively backward.

"Yep. Almost there," he said, putting his hand behind her head when she  reached it so she wouldn't conk her skull. "Now all you have to do is  stand there."

Ty returned his finger to its previous position, only this time he added  a companion so he had two fingers moving in and out of her hot, tight  hole. Imogen stiffened and her eyes and mouth shot wide-open. Her hand  grabbed his wrist and held it while he fingered her, pulling all the way  out to flick across her clit with each stroke. When her breathing got  erratic and her back arched, Ty knew another minute or two would have  her at an orgasm, so he slowly withdrew and bent down.

"Why did you stop again?" she asked, disappointment in her voice.

"I'm taking your shoes off," he said, going down on one knee, lifting  her foot and doing just that. "Then I'm taking your pants off."

"Right. Of course," she said, obediently lifting her other foot so he could slip off her flat black shoes.

"How many times do you come, Emma Jean?" Ty asked, as he stood back up  and moved his hands inside the back of her jeans and panties, cupping  the smooth flesh of her tight little ass.

"What do you mean?" She leaned into him, her eyes half-closed.

"In one sex session, do you usually come once, twice, three times . . .  five?" Her forehead creased with her frown. "Usually just once. But it's  a good one. Why?"

"Just strategizing how soon I'm going to let you come." He nipped her  bottom lip. "It sounds like we're going to have to draw it out."

"We don't have to," she said. "It's not like I don't continue to enjoy myself post-coital, because I do.

So don't feel that you need to cease and desist once I have."

"But the buildup is always better." Ty shoved her jeans and panties down  and lifted her leg so he could remove them, brushing his lips over her  soft, ivory thigh. "Don't worry. I'll make sure you enjoy it." With her  pants and panties half off and his mouth on her thigh, he was inches  from her sex. He could feel the warmth of her inner thighs, he could  smell the tang of her arousal. Ty turned his head and breathed in her  scent deeply.                       
       
           



       

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Smelling you."

"Why?" She sounded more curious than horrified, which would probably be the reaction of a lot of women.

"Because you smell good. Like a woman who is very turned on and that turns me on."

"I am turned on."

"I know." Ty shifted a little closer and lavished his tongue on her  clit, using his fingers to spread her so that he could have a clear view  and taste of her swollen pink flesh.

"Oh, God," she said, the words low and drawn out. " Ty." His name  tearing off her lips like that made his own body clench and tighten and  he jerked back. She gave a cry of disappointment, but he ignored it and  made fast work of pulling her pants down her other leg and tossing them  somewhere behind him. Ty stood up and with one hand slipped his finger  inside her again to keep her hot and wet and eye-rolling eager, while he  dug in his pocket with his free hand for a condom.