The Dom with the Dragon Tattoo(18)

Everything went quiet, and she waited for his next move. She figured he studied her from behind, enjoying her predicament. Rebecca let out a hiss of pleasure when she felt a finger ever so sweetly drift into her sex. “Tyler, no, not here,” she whimpered. She knew her plea was unconvincing, because she wanted his touch, she longed for it.

“Becca.” Her name whispered from his lips. “You’re so wet. You want me inside, don’t you, deep inside you?” Although she couldn’t turn her head enough to see him, she could hear his breathing. Tyler was as sexually aroused as she was, and he slipped his finger deeper into her wetness, this time making contact with her clit, causing her to moan enthusiastically as she twisted on the stairs, grinding her pussy wantonly against the unyielding mahogany.

“Oh, yes, Tyler.”

“Do you know just how good you feel, Becca? Do you know just how hard my cock is right now?”

“Yes.”

Still kneeling between her legs, he gripped her thighs and lifted her butt from the stairs. He took a deep breath before forcing his head between her legs and repeatedly licked her from clit to butt hole in fluid, sensual strokes. This new sensation felt exquisite and so overwhelming she could barely breathe.

“Dear God, Tyler, that feels…Oh, God…”

The tip of his tongue contacted with her clit, circling the circumference of the engorged bead before dipping inside her pussy. He sucked at her womanly pearl, drawing the very essence of her femininity into his mouth, sending her headlong toward a pleasure-induced overload.

Oh God, he feels so good. However much she tried to stop them, a succession of preorgasmic whimpers began to tumble from her lips. She closed her eyes, savoring every exquisite, tortured moment, as his tongue worked its magic, sending her closer and closer to ecstasy. On the very edge of orgasm, she felt compelled to shout out his name, “Tyler.”

He abruptly stopped the sexual onslaught of her pussy by taking his head and more importantly his tongue from between her legs.

“Damn you, Tyler Stone. You knew I was close.”

“And you must know I’m in control.”

Facedown on the hard, unyielding stairs, and with her breasts crushed by her own weight, her breathing felt fast and furious and echoed all around her. Tyler sure knew how to play her. Now supine and spread-eagled, she was his for the taking.

After a short lull, she felt his large yet sensitive hands slowly begin to massage her ass cheeks. Each circular sweep of his fingers calmed her yet excited her, too, because she knew there was more to come.

“Fact.” His rich baritone washed warmly over her. “Actions have consequences. By acting so provocatively as you climbed the stairs, you slipped, and you now find yourself in a compromised position.” He planted a soft kiss on her right butt cheek. “So, Becca, are you a good girl or a naughty girl?”

Rebecca sighed contentedly as he feathered a series of kisses on her butt and lower back. His tongue snaked out and caressed her sensitized flesh, causing pulses of sexual electricity to shoot along every nerve ending.

“Oh, I’m a good girl who sometimes needs a firm hand.”

“I think you’re right.” He dotted butterfly kisses on her shoulders. “This is your reward for being a good girl.”

“Thank you.”

“And as a further reward, I’m going to…”

Rebecca knew he’d deliberately cut the sentence short and waited expectantly. She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted him to thrust that huge cock of his deep between her pussy lips. She wanted him to take her on the stairs. Now. She raised her butt high in the air in a brazen attempt to encourage him.

He laid his body over hers and tenderly brushed the hair from her face before peppering tiny kisses on her neck. All the time his warm breath flowed across her sensitive flesh. “I want you.”

“I need you to want me, and I want you, too,” she meekly replied. She breathed in, and her mouth remained open, and as she waited for the beautiful inevitability of their union  , she shivered in glorious anticipation. “Please.” She couldn’t help but sound desperate for Tyler, because he was so fucking beautiful and sexy.

“Do I need protection, Becca?”

She shook her head. “No. I’m good.” It hurt her to even think it, but there was no way she could ever become pregnant.

“I want you so much.” Tyler’s caring words lifted her from her melancholy, and she forced the unpleasant memories from her mind.

She felt his cock probing the entrance to her pussy, barely dipping into her honeyed arousal, making her moan with frustration. “Please, don’t tease me,” she murmured softly.