Page 10 of Easy On Me

She tilted her hips into my hands, rubbing against me, chasing her pleasure, and I grinned, wrestling down the urge to press my mouth to her thigh, her clit.

Man, self-denial was rough.

I slowed my circles, stroking the soft skin either side of her clit, swollen and peeking out at me.

She opened her eyes. “What are you doing?”

“You said you liked to be edged.” I blew over her clit, still thrusting my fingertips against her wall, and she gasped. I winked. “So enjoy it.”

Elizabeth hadn’t liked it, wanted it over and done most times, hated the mess afterward, so I was hurrying to finish then apologizing. I had a list of things I couldn’t do, so keeping myself from putting my mouth on Tyler?

Lots of practice for self-denial.

Still, it was nice to feel like I wasn’t doing everything wrong or being just mediocre.

Tyler performed a little crunch to touch my jaw, fingers tracing my throat. “Payback’s a bitch.”

A grin tugged at my mouth. “Counting on it.”

Honestly, I really couldn’t tease too much longer – my dick leaking pre-come in the condom and so hard I hurt. Still, I wasn’t rushing this precious gift, this so-real woman in my bed.

Not being able to use my mouth, though, was a serious handicap. I wanted to play with those pretty nipples while I touched her.

“Hey.” I reached for her wrist and drew her fingers to her clit. “Take over for me here.”

Catching her satisfied smile, I rubbed my palm up her belly to cup the curve of her breast then toyed with her nipple, rolling it and tugging just a little to discover what pressure she liked. “What about that?”

“Uh-huh.” Yeah, edging was over with her touching herself, me hitting that magic spot, and the way she moved her chest under my questing fingers, tweaking her nipple.

Her inner muscles squeezed down and trembled around my fingers a second before she moaned, digging her free hand into the covers. “Oh, yes.”

Lord, she was beautiful like this. I stroked and teased as the tremors subsided, but shot to my feet.

“I need inside you.” I cupped her swollen pussy in my palm. “That okay?”

Flushed, she fixed me with a playful half-smile, tongue passing over her teeth as she slid up the bed. “That’s why we’re here.”

Wrapping my hand, still wet with her, around my dick, I checked the condom. “All right if I’m on top?”

“For now.” Propped on her elbows, she spread her thighs.

I was eating her next time for real.

Kneeling between her thighs, I dragged my head along her dripping flesh. An electric jolt punched up my gut.

“You’re thick.” She folded a hand around me, then brushed down to cup my balls. They contracted, and I hissed.

“Fuck me,” I groaned.

“Come on.” She notched my head where she opened to me. “I like it kinda hard when I’m on the bottom.”

With another groan, I slid inside, hissing again as my brain fizzled out. My lungs heaved. So flipping tight, clinging all over, hot even through the condom. The latex or whatever deadened the sensation and I was glad – bare with her and I’d be done in two seconds.

Holding the condom in place, I swiveled my hips back, watching as I pulled almost out, her wetness glistening on my dick. “Forgot the lube.”

“Don’t think we need it.” She grabbed my ass and tilted her hips up, meeting my thrust. “You are thick. I like that.”

Glad she could think enough to articulate because I couldn’t. I tried not to explode like the first time I figured out what I could do with my hand. Another slow slide out, and I caught my breath and gave a firm thrust in.