"Come'ere, Darlin'"
Ty grinned over at the goddess he'd managed to convince to come up to his room. He let his eyes wander eagerly all over her naked body: the swell of her full breasts, her tiny pert nipples, her long toned legs still dewy between her thighs from their first round of passion. God she was gorgeous... and she was all
his
, for now at least.
Ty spread his legs in the hotel desk chair, his desire for another round steadily rising. Layla couldn't help but grin at the man she'd been fantasizing about for months, now scanning her body as if she were some decadent dessert that he couldn't wait to devour. She loved how he made her feel: sexy, exciting, and like she was the most desirable thing imaginable. Layla smiled coyly, closing the distance between them. As she got near she saw exactly how ready he was for her, a drop of precum already seeping out of his swollen member. She bit her lip. Just the thought of him sliding into her again - filling her up again, sent warm electric butterflies all through her.
"That's right, come sit in my lap." His soft low voice sent shivers down her spine. Layla had thought his voice was sexy from the first moment she heard it - deep and enticing with that soothing southern twang, but now it made her instantly damp with longing.
Layla grabbed Ty's shoulders to steady herself as she straddled him and slowly began to slide down herself down, feeling him stretch and fill her to the core. Ty's strong hands cupped Layla's butt cheeks to help guide her.
'
Goddam
, but your ass is glorious!"
Layla blushed in response, another wave of butterflies. As he eased her down the last couple inches of a jolt of pleasure flooded her senses, she arched her back and moaned. Even though they'd already explored each other earlier, she was surprised by how deliciously full she felt, how fucking good it felt to have him inside of her. She reveled in the sensations fluttering all through her body. After months of teasing and subtle flirting, every moment together seemed out of a dream.
This is heavenly...
Ty couldn't stop himself from grinning, God, she was tight. And oh so wet. And so responsive.
Layla reached out to touch Ty's chest, but he abruptly grabbed her wrists. She looked up, puzzled. There was a mischievous glean in his eye.
"No, no, Darlin'. Don't move."
Layla raised an eyebrow. What game would this be? She couldn't wait to find out. Ty placed her hands on top of her thighs.
"Keep these
here
." He tenderly put a hand to her face and ran a thumb over her lips. "Such a lovely mouth."
Ty licked his lips, leaned forward, and began to kiss Layla, slowly, deeply. She could feel his thickness filling her up, stretching her, throbbing gently inside her, making her ache with desire. She began to rock her hips in response, but he immediately pulled back from their kiss.
"Ah-ah. No moving."
Ty ran his thumbs up and down her ribs, sending shivers down her spine and more jolts of desire through her. He again leaned in to kiss her again, brushing her lips lightly with his before capturing her mouth passionately. Layla moaned through their kiss and arched her back. He cruelly pulled back again.
Ty winked. "Ah ahh.. You need to learn to control yourself, Darlin'."
Layla bit her lip, clearly
this
was the game.
Ty grabbed Layla's hair and pulled her head to the side, exposing her neck. Still, she kept her hands where he had insisted. She felt his lips and stubbled chin graze over her ear, his hot breath warming her neck. Her nipples stiffened and goosebumps raced down the length of her body. He drew small, slow kisses in circles from her ear to her shoulder. Ty began slowly rubbing a thumb over the tip of her taught nipple while he continued softly caressing her neck. Every little movement of his sent new ripples of electricity through Layla's body; she could feel him throbbing, pulsing inside her, feel herself getting wetter. Layla quivered, her breath ragged. She concentrated every effort on remaining still, but
God
was it hard.
Layla squealed as Ty pinched the nipple he'd been fondling. He sucked her breast into his mouth, holding it gently between his teeth. Layla felt his tongue flick back and forth across the tip, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. It was too much, she moaned and bucked in response. Ty bit down lightly in response and delivered a swift slap to her ass.
With a devilish grin he raised an eyebrow. "Now, what did I say, Darlin'? You must learn to control yourself."
Ty wound his hand tighter around her hair and tugged, hard, forcing her head to rest directly on her back. He grinned, clearly enjoying torturing her. Ty pulled her close and captured her mouth with an intense, probing kiss. Layla moaned, savoring the feel of his lips against hers. But it wasn't enough, she wanted more. She
needed
more. She had to feel his chest against hers, to feel his strong back held tight in her arms, to feel the press of their bodies together all over. His skin on her skin. She raised her hands to touch him, she
had to touch him
.
Immediately he tugged her hair and pulled away from her again. He slapped her ass, harder this time.
"Hands down."
Layla whimpered in protest, but complied.
Evil, evil man!
