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 c**k 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 br**sts, her pink ni**les.
“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.
The more excited she got, the more Imogen relaxed her bottom onto him, and he gripped her hips tightly, wanting to give her the biggest, brightest, most amazing pleasure she’d ever known. Her saliva had slicked him up and he clenched his thighs and her mouth slid smoothly and tightly over his throbbing cock. When she took him deep, Ty’s tongue faltered on her while he closed his eyes and groaned.
“Oh, babe,” he murmured, knowing she probably couldn’t hear him. But damn, that had him about out of his skin.
Knowing he was going to come soon, he renewed his efforts on Imogen, slipping his tongue into her the way he had already figured out drove her wild. Her hips bucked beneath his grip, and he knew he’d hit the jackpot. He worked her, faster and deeper, shifting his focus from the feel of her on his c**k to the feel of her soft, sweet insides, and he was rewarded with a trembling in her thighs. Her movements paused on him, then she burst into an orgasm, her moans muffled by the way he still filled her mouth, her body jerking. Ty held on, stroking evenly, enjoying her legs wrapped around him, her weight on him, her hot inner core spread for him to pleasure. Her orgasm was hard and tight, and rolled over him as he kept his tongue buried in her, the tangy moisture an erotic reminder of how much he loved doing this with her. Him doing this to her.
After her shudders had quieted down, Imogen started moving on him again, and Ty sank back a little, still holding her, still feeling her over and around him, but wanting to just close his eyes and enjoy her attention. Her br**sts moved over his stomach and her hair tickled his thighs and he forced himself to relax his body, knowing it would make the pleasure more acute for him. Letting himself groan at the feel of her mouth, Ty ran his fingers over her soft smoothness, over the backs of her knees, her thighs, her backside.