Playing with one with his tongue, he rolled it around before sucking gently, his eyes half-closed. He was rewarded by a soft sigh and Imogen reaching a decision on where to put her hands. They started on his back, stroking softly, lithe and small and gentle, then as he got more aggressive, sucking her harder, her touch migrated down to his ass and she squeezed. It was a simple touch, but one that made Ty’s erection throb.

He wanted all of her. He wanted it slow, yet fast. He wanted her to scream, to orgasm over and over at the same time he wanted to just pound himself into her and let himself come in a hard, hot burst. Still playing and licking, he shifted his hand to her jeans and undid the zipper. Slipping his hand inside, he cupped the outside of her panties, feeling her heat soak into him. He started to move his middle finger, bending it so it slid up and down on her mound, the satin of her panties making a smooth, easy surface to glide across.

Imogen moaned very softly into his ear, her hands abandoning his ass and hurrying up his back to grip his shoulders for balance. The way she clung to him, the way she trusted him to give her pleasure, thrilled Ty. He wanted to give her ecstasy like she’d never known before, and he wanted to have the total satisfaction of watching her shatter beneath his touch.

Moving inside her panties, Ty gave his own groan of approval when the pad of his finger hit slick moisture immediately. The farther he moved down, the wetter she was, and their breathing matched, a steady pant, pant, as Ty dipped inside her then drew back to swirl the hot fluid around her swollen clitoris.

“Oh, Ty,” she murmured.

“What, honey?” He buried his mouth in her hair as he worked her with his finger, aroused by the feel of her tightness, the way her body gave to welcome him when he thrust inside her, the way she gripped his shoulders convulsively each time his finger went deep.

“I . . . I . . .”

“Yeah?” Ty nuzzled her ear, dipping his tongue inside.

Imogen groaned and swayed back on her feet, inadvertently pulling away from his finger.

Ty took his hand out of her panties completely and urged her back, his hands on her waist.

“What?” she asked. “Why did you stop? Where do you want me to go?”

“Just back up,” he said. “I want you against the wall.” He wanted help in keeping her still while he fucked her with his fingers, then his tongue, then his cock.

“The wall?” she asked, curious excitement in her voice as she walked tentatively backward.

“Yep. Almost there,” he said, putting his hand behind her head when she reached it so she wouldn’t conk her skull. “Now all you have to do is stand there.”