“Oh, God,” she said as he massaged the knots from her back and shoulders. When she was totally relaxed beneath him, he moved down the bed and knelt between her legs.
He pulled her ass cheeks apart.
She tensed slightly, and he paused. “How are you doing, Tilly?”
“Green, Sir.”
“Who is in charge?” he asked.
“You are.”
“I want you to relax. Deep breath in. Good girl.” He slipped the tip of his finger into her asshole.
She let out a low moan.
“Damn, that’s tight. And hot. I cannot wait until I take this ass.” She needed a lot more preparation first. He would never risk harming her because of his needs.
He withdrew his finger then kissed first one ass cheek then the other.
“Roll over.”
Dylan moved into the bathroom and washed his hand before grabbing another clean towel. Returning to the bedroom, he folded it up. He placed the towel over her eyes, so it worked like a blindfold.
Then he heated some oil between his hands again and massaged her front. This was a far greater test of his control. He ran his hands over her breasts until they gleamed and her hard nipples had a sheen to them. He moved down her stomach and legs. Pulling one foot up onto his leg, he pressed into the base of it with his thumbs.
“Oh dear Lord, I’ve died and gone to heaven,” she said.
Dylan grinned as he grabbed her other foot, treating it to the same attention. “A mhuirnín, this ain’t nothing compared to the heaven I intend to show you.” He paused for a moment. “Wow, that sounded incredibly cheesy.”
“I bet your pick-up lines never work,” she giggled.
“Brat,” he told her good-naturedly. Slowly he drew apart her legs and lay between her spread thighs. He gently parted the folds of her pussy and ran his thumbs over the inside of each of her lips, massaging lightly. Leaning in, he took her clit into his mouth, sucking strongly.
“Oh, oh,” she cried out.
Dylan slid one finger deep inside her, searching for that spongy area that he knew would drive her wild.
She tensed and cried out.
Got it.
He massaged that area as he flicked her clit with his tongue. Her thighs tensed then relaxed then tensed again as he played with her, driving her higher and higher. He knew she was close.
“Come whenever you like, baby.”
Her whole body shuddered as he returned to his play. He could happily spend all night doing this. He flicked his tongue faster, harder as he drove another finger deep inside her.
Tilly thrust her hips up as she let out a loud cry. Her passage clenched down on him as liquid coated his fingers. She shuddered, aftershocks rocking her body. Dylan coaxed her down from her high, kissing her mound gently as he pulled his fingers free.
Grabbing the clean towel, he wiped the excess oil from her skin then rolled her to one side of the bed and pulling down the covers, rolled her back and tucked her in. By the time he’d tidied up, grabbing all the towels and shoving them into the bathroom, Tilly was fast asleep.
He leaned in and kissed her forehead. “Sleep well, a mhuirnín.”
Chapter Six
Dylan stretched and yawned, instantly coming awake as he realized he was alone. He relaxed when he heard the sound of the shower running. He must have been exhausted if Tilly had managed to sneak out of bed without him noticing. He climbed out of bed and walked into the bathroom.
“Want some company?” he asked as he pulled open the shower door.