Free Taking A Shot by Jaci Burton Page A

to her, he knelt, this time cupping her ankles to sweep his hands up her legs.
     
    “Your legs are so sexy.” He pressed a kiss to the back of her knees. “And your thighs. I can’t wait to feel them wrapped around me.” He kissed her there, too, before turning her around to face him again.
     
    Dressed only in her panties and heels, she felt bared to him, yet utterly sexy and turned on.
     
    Tyler was so gentle, and she didn’t expect that. He was such a big guy. She expected lumbering, fumbling, inept caresses—a few minutes of foreplay and then right to the action—not these achingly sweet movements that made her want to crumble to the floor. She was damp and throbbing with desire, her nipples tight points of burning need that begged for the touch of his hands and mouth.
     
    He caressed her legs again, the silken soft hairs of his head tickling her skin. She was ready for penetration, while he was taking a slow trek south along her body.
     
    When he reached for her panties, he tilted his head back to look at her.
     
    The dark desire in his gaze made her pulse race. She had no idea how she was still standing. She laid her palms flat against the wall as he dragged her panties down her hips, then left them at her thighs while he admired her sex.
     
    “You
are
pierced here.” He leaned in and flicked the tiny ring attached to her clit with his tongue. Tingling shocks of pleasure vibrated through her.
     
    He looked at her. “You are so damn sexy, Jenna.”
     
    He pressed his mouth to her pussy, and she melted. His tongue was hot, wet, and as he began to move it against her, she held on to the wall for support, because she was sure she was going to die fromthe sweet pleasure of it. Warm spirals of sensation coiled deep inside her, and she lost herself in the feel of his hands flexing and unflexing on her hips as he swirled his tongue so intimately across her sensitive flesh, his tongue rolling over her clit to flick and play with the piercing.
     
    She was so sensitive there, and it had been awhile. With her panties resting at her thighs, naked except for her shoes and him still wearing his suit, kneeling before her and worshiping her with his mouth—the mere visual of it made her want to come right then. But oh, it was so good she needed it to last. She loved his mouth, loved the way he teased her with his tongue, then took her clit in his mouth and sucked, first light and easy, then harder. And the way he’d move down and slide his tongue inside her pussy, stabbing it in and out as if he were fucking her, was painfully exquisite. She tangled her fingers in his hair and arched against him, feeding her sex to him, needing him to take her there and make her fly over the edge.
     
    She needed this orgasm so badly. Ty had been the one in her fantasies for so long now. No one else had been there for a while. And she was going to exorcise him out of there by having him make her come tonight—over and over again.
     
    “Yes, Ty. Right there. Suck my clit.”
     
    He took her clit in his mouth and rolled his tongue over the bud, at the same time sliding a finger inside her pussy.
     
    The tremors built as he began to pump, her pussy squeezing his fingers as the climax rolled toward her with a force that wouldn’t be denied.
     
    She banged her head against the wall as the first hard wave of her orgasm tunneled through her.
     
    “Oh, God, I’m coming.” She arched against his face, begging him to continue as she came with a torrent of wild cries. He held on to her, fucking her with his fingers and rolling his tongue over her sex until the last contraction subsided.
     
    Out of breath and utterly unable to hold herself upright, she sank against him.
     
    Tyler stood, wrapped his arm around her, and held her while she caught her breath. He pushed her panties to the floor and slipped two fingers inside her.
     
    “I like to feel you coming, to feel your body respond. I could make you come over and over again,