Hard and Fast(23)

It was amazing, to feel him coming inside her, and Imogen smiled up at  him with a little laugh as they both reached the end and Ty went still.

"Whoa." He smiled back at her, turning his head to wipe the sweat off his forehead with his shoulder.

"Told you you're one smoking hot woman, Emma Jean."

"I have no complaints about you either," she said, enjoying lying flat  on her back, his weight heavy and appealing on her, his penis still  embedded inside her.                       
       
           



       

"No?" He kissed her, finishing it off with a nip at her bottom lip. "Not even the fact that I kept you from coming?"

Imogen felt a little aftershock in her vagina from his words and the  sensation of his teeth toying with her mouth. "While that was irritating  at the time, I see in hindsight that you had a master plan. And I  appreciate your willingness to look at the big picture."

"It was definitely meant to benefit you."

"It did, thank you." She raised her hips, wanting to feel that hard hit  from him again, even as she knew she was completely satisfied. He just  felt so good.

He groaned. "God, you're killing me."

Pulling out of her, Ty moved around on the bed until he was in a proper sleep position. "Come here, babe."

He reached for her, and after Imogen managed to crawl up the bed, he  tucked her into his side, his arm around her. He yanked up the covers  over them, then let out a mighty yawn.

Imogen had wondered how they would address the sleeping-over issue, if  he would want that or not, but his actions were fairly clear that he  intended for her to stay, and she was warm and satisfied and sleepy, and  her head on his chest felt wonderful. She didn't feel inclined to go  anywhere at the moment.

"Ty?"

"Hmmm?" His eyes were closed and his breathing was already evening out.

"Never mind." She had been about to ask something phenomenally stupid,  like if he had liked it, or if he thought she was sexy. Questions that  stemmed from insecurity and had no business being spoken out loud. If  she were logical about it, she would recognize that he had clearly  enjoyed himself, and that he must find her at least marginally  attractive and sexually appealing to devote the kind of time and energy  to it that he had.

She didn't need verbal confirmation from him.

"Alright, good night," he said, his words a little slurred. "But before I  pass out, I want you to know that you're the hottest biscuit this side  of the gravy boat."

Imogen wasn't sure what the hell that meant, but it was definitely a  compliment, and she recognized a warm and fuzzy feeling blooming in her  at his unprompted reassurance. She was about to respond when he gave her  ass a little smack.

Startled, she looked up at him. But he was already asleep. Obviously the  ass pat had taken every last ounce of energy reserve from him.

Snuggling in closer with a silly grin on her face, Imogen stole his body heat and joined him in sleep.





TY woke up the best way possible-exhausted, with stiff muscles and a  naked Imogen draped across him. He had always been the kind to snap  awake, so as soon as his eyes opened, he was alert and aware that the  sun was creeping up outside. The candles he had stupidly left burning  had snuffed out while they were sleeping and the room was dim, but full  light would be streaming in his windows in another half





hour. Imogen was still out cold, her breathing soft and steady, her fingers twitching on his shoulder.

He couldn't resist dropping a kiss on the top of her head as he shifted a  little. She had been everything he could have hoped for and then some.  Sex with her had been . . . wow. Amazing. Off the chain.

Mouthwatering. Hot and exciting and damn satisfying. She had been  agreeable and eager, very vocal and very excited, all things he really  appreciated. Hell, things he craved. He could admit it, he liked to  dominate just a little in the bedroom, and she hadn't fought him on  that. In fact, he thought she'd gotten off on it.

Shifting again, Ty tried to get more comfortable. He was sweating his  balls off from both his thoughts and Imogen blanketed all across him,  one of her legs slung over the top of his. It was a funny thing, his  attraction to her. She really wasn't the type he'd ever gone for before.  But it was working for him, and he could smugly say it clearly worked  for her, too, so there was no reason to worry about the why at the  moment. Not when he had better things to do.

Kicking at the covers, he sighed with relief when he succeeded in moving  them down their legs and a waft of fresh, cool air hit his overheated  body. Imogen whimpered and clutched tighter to him, wiggling so that the  warmth of her inner thighs caressed his leg. Ty was instantly hard.  Moving his hand lightly down her back, he drew a finger down the seam of  her backside and lower still until he found her sex, nicely spread for  him because of her leg flopped over his. He stroked inside her, slowly,  soothing her with a kiss on her cheek when she made a noise in the back  of her throat.

As he moved his finger gently, in no hurry, just enjoying the feel of  her soft and moist inside, her body responded by flooding him with sweet  wetness. Her hips moved a little and her eyes fluttered open.                       
       
           



       

"What . . ." she asked, expression sleepy and confused. "Ty? What is . . . ooohh."

"Good morning," he said and kissed her open mouth.

"I thought I was having a sex dream," she said. "But you really are  finger-fucking me, aren't you? That is the correct term for it, isn't  it?"

His cock throbbed at her matter-of-fact words. "Yep and yep. I thought  this was a better way to wake you up than an alarm clock."

"I concur."

Removing his finger, Ty grabbed her by the waist and hauled her all the  way on top of him, nestling her mound right on top of his erection. He  thought she would take the hint what he wanted her to do, but Imogen  just lay on him like a limp noodle, making soft sighs that sounded  suspiciously like she might actually fall back asleep.

"Ride my cock, babe," he urged her, moving his hips to encourage her.

"Too sleepy. After coffee I can move, but not before." She yawned into his shoulder.

So she was one of those, groggy and slow to rouse. He could sympathize  but he was well aware that he had to leave his house in probably less  than two hours and that he needed to eat breakfast and shower.

He wasn't going to Martinsville without making love to Imogen one more time, and she was just going to have to deal with that.

He knew the surefire way to wake her sexy little ass up. Even though she  was deadweight, she was still a tiny little thing, and it wasn't  difficult for him to haul her up the length of him.

"What are you doing?" she mumbled, flattening her palms on the bed to brace herself.

"Sit up," he demanded.

"Why?"

"Because I said so."

She gave a soft laugh and dragged herself to a sitting position on his  chest, her eyes half-closed, heavy with sleep, her shoulders slumped,  skin pink, and hair messy and tousled.

Damn, she was so gorgeous. Ty reached out and stroked her breasts, her pink nipples.

"Mr. Checkered Flag," she said in amusement. "So bossy. So . . ." She  sucked in her breath when he pulled her whole body forward, settling her  right onto his mouth. "Ahhh . . . so smart. So right." God, he liked  the sound of that. Her words had him throbbing, and he gripped her hips  and ate at her, sliding his tongue up and down and tasting her tangy  sweetness. Imogen had grabbed the headboard and her head had snapped  back. She was making delightful little mewling sounds in the back of her  throat that





spurred him on.

He could do this to her all day, just licking and sucking and tasting  her arousal, moving his tongue over her most intimate avenue, feeding  his own desire with hers. But after a few delightful minutes, Imogen  shifted.

"Where are you going?" he asked her.

"I have an idea."

She still looked sleepy as she turned and Ty had no idea what she was  going to suggest. He couldn't always predict the direction Imogen's mind  moved in. But he figured it out when she reached for his cock.

"Damn fine idea, babe." He lifted her leg over his chest so that he  could have full access to her again, and he was flicking his tongue over  her again at the exact moment her mouth closed around him.

Ty groaned. There was nothing hotter than that. Imogen's mouth slid over  his cock, a warm, moist caress, while he tasted her, her body over his,  as they sprawled together in the intimacy of his crumpled bedsheets.  They moved together, Imogen's sucking shifting her away from his mouth,  then back onto it again. The rhythm got faster, harder, their labored  breathing intermingling with the sound of his bed giving a little squeak  with each movement.