“Dylan,” she protested.
“There is more than one way to get rid of that stress,” he warned her. “I can blister your ass just as easily as I can bring you pleasure.”
“Someone will hear,” she protested, but she removed her t-shirt.
“I’ll make sure they don’t.” He stood and gazed down at her. “You’re overdressed. Strip. I want you naked.” He quickly pulled the drapes and then locked the door. When he turned back, Tilly was naked.
“Dylan, I don’t know if I can keep quiet.”
“I’ll help you,” he promised. “Trust me.”
Some of the tension left her shoulders and she nodded. He really did want to help her relax. She was wound up tight. He could have opted for a bath and massage, but this was a lot more fun.
He knelt in front of her again.
“Spread your legs wide. Put your ass right on the edge of the bed. Good girl,” he praised her as she quickly obeyed him. “Now put your hands flat on the bed behind you.”
He kissed her rounded tummy softly. Reaching up, he lightly pinched her nipples, playing with them until they stiffened into tight nubs. The bare lips of her pussy were spread, allowing him to glimpse the pink plumpness within. Leaning in, he kissed the very top of her slit, letting his tongue dart out to flick her clit.
She moaned then caught herself, quieting the noise.
Damn, the taste of her was addictive. He slipped his tongue down to her entrance, pushing inside her. Her warmth surrounded him.
Soft whimpers filled the room, fueling his desire. If he had more time, he would enjoy himself for hours.
“Lie back on the bed,” he commanded. “If you need to, you can place a pillow over your face to muffle your cries. You can come whenever you like.”
She quickly scrambled to obey him as he grabbed both of her ankles in his hands and raised her legs, setting her feet wide apart on the mattress. Then he returned to feast on her. He held nothing back, using his tongue and fingers to push her higher and higher. When her back was arching, her thighs trembling around him, he knew she was close.
He pulled his tongue from her sweet passage and toyed with her clit as he drove two fingers deep inside her. He rubbed the tips of his fingers along the spot that drove her crazy. The scent of her arousal made his head spin.
She exploded. Her pussy clamped down on his fingers as moisture coated his hand. He slowly pulled his fingers from her warmth. Giving her clit a final kiss, he stood and pushed the pillow off her face. Grabbing her hands, he pulled her up and kissed her lovingly.
“That was amazing,” she said dreamingly, a large smile filling her face.
He smiled. “I’m glad.”
Tilly turned her gaze down to where his cock was pressing painfully against his tight jeans. Reaching out, she brushed her fingers over his zipper.
“My turn.”
Dylan clasped her hand in his, gently pulling it away. “Much as I’d love that. I need a shower before dinner, a mhuirnín.”
Probably a cold one.
She gave him a sad look, but he just shook his head. “If I can be patient, so can you.” He strode over to his suitcase to pull out some clean clothes. “Where’s the bathroom?”
“Through there.” She gestured to a door he’d assumed led to a closet. “Daddy put my own bathroom in when I turned ten. Sharing one with the boys just wasn’t working.”
He gave her another kiss, this one longer. Then with reluctance pulled away.
“Later,” he told her.
Later, my ass, she thought with a grin.
She pulled some clean clothes out of her own suitcase and laid them on the bed. When she heard the shower running, she opened the door to the bathroom.
No reason why the two of them couldn’t shower together. It would leave them with enough time for her to take care of him. She crept up to the shower, determined to sneak in behind and surprise him.