“Please, Dylan, I need you.”
Immediately, he stopped. Using his good arm, he pushed himself up into a kneeling position. “What did I tell you about being quiet, hmm?”
Tilly bit her lip. “That you’d give me one more chance before you gagged me?”
“Nice try, but that’s not what I said.” He landed two heavy smacks on her vulnerable ass before he climbed off the bed.
“But you don’t have any gags here,” she pointed out.
“No, but I can make do.” He rummaged around in her suitcase and pulled out one of her thin tank tops. “Open up.” Reluctantly, she opened her mouth and he rolled the top into a long, thin cylinder before placing it in her mouth.
He tucked the ends under her head. “It won’t tie up, but you’ll keep it in place, won’t you, Tilly,” he said with warning.
She nodded carefully.
“Good, because if it comes out then I’m going to take you right to the edge without allowing you any release and you don’t want that, do you?”
“Uhm-uhm.” Hell, no, she did not.
Dylan chuckled before settling himself on his stomach between her legs again. He started slow then sped up, thrusting his tongue deep inside her before using it to tease her clit.
Tilly bit down on her top, closing her eyes. Desperate to hold off her orgasm, she tried to think of anything but the delicious sensations rocketing through her body. Dylan drove her crazy; his tongue was relentless as he pleasured her. Her breathing grew faster as a wave of heat washed over her. Sweat glistened on her skin.
“Come when you like, a mhuirnín,” Dylan finally said the words she’d been dying to hear.
He tapped her clit slow then fast then slow again. Tilly arched back, screaming into the gag as bliss consumed her, sending her crashing over the edge.
She was vaguely aware of Dylan putting on a condom, then sliding slowly inside her, filling her.
“You can let go of your legs and remove the gag,” he told her as he rocked back and forth, pulling out then thrusting back into her.
Suddenly he drew all the way out. “Grab the lube. Squirt some on my fingers then cover my dick in it.”
Almost breathless with anticipation, she did as he ordered. Was he finally going to take her ass? Trepidation and excitement left her shaking and on edge.
She slathered his condom-clad cock in lube, taking her time, caressing the stiff shaft.
“Enough,” he said with a groan, pulling away from her. “You’ll have me spilling before I ever get near that delicious ass of yours. Get on your hands and knees at the edge of the bed. It’ll be easier if I stand to do this.”
Tilly moved into position, spreading her legs wide.
“Good girl.” He caressed her ass before smacking it heavily.
“What was that for?” she asked.
He shrugged with an evil grin. “Because I can. Because you like it.” He smacked his hand down on her ass steadily. The burn grew, engulfing her. She rested the top half of her body down on the bed and just gave into the hea
t.
“Tilly?”
“Hmm?” she said.
“How are you doing?”
“I’m green. I feel so good. But I want more. I want you.”
“Good girl. I want you to stay nice and relaxed. Reach back and spread your ass cheeks for me.”