Knowing he was going to come soon, he renewed his efforts on Imogen, slipping his tongue into her the way he had already figured out drove her wild. Her hips bucked beneath his grip, and he knew he’d hit the jackpot. He worked her, faster and deeper, shifting his focus from the feel of her on his cock to the feel of her soft, sweet insides, and he was rewarded with a trembling in her thighs. Her movements paused on him, then she burst into an orgasm, her moans muffled by the way he still filled her mouth, her body jerking. Ty held on, stroking evenly, enjoying her legs wrapped around him, her weight on him, her hot inner core spread for him to pleasure. Her orgasm was hard and tight, and rolled over him as he kept his tongue buried in her, the tangy moisture an erotic reminder of how much he loved doing this with her. Him doing this to her.

After her shudders had quieted down, Imogen started moving on him again, and Ty sank back a little, still holding her, still feeling her over and around him, but wanting to just close his eyes and enjoy her attention. Her breasts moved over his stomach and her hair tickled his thighs and he forced himself to relax his body, knowing it would make the pleasure more acute for him. Letting himself groan at the feel of her mouth, Ty ran his fingers over her soft smoothness, over the backs of her knees, her thighs, her backside.

When she added her hand to her movements, trailing her mouth with a firm grip on his shaft, Ty forgot about relaxing.

“Yes, that’s it,” he told her. “Give it to me, honey.”

She didn’t answer, for which he was hugely fucking grateful. She just kept on doing what she was doing, and Ty held on to her hips and pumped himself into her mouth, taking over the rhythm. Imogen let him, holding her hand and mouth steady while he thrust into her, and Ty gritted his teeth and exploded with a tight groan.

Imogen held steady, taking him, and he rode out the ecstasy, the room hot and bright, his thoughts nonexistent, his body pulsing and throbbing and rejoicing. When his shudders slowed, he brought his thrusts to a stop, and lay on the bed for a second, stunned and depleted. God, she was magnificent. It was another second before she pulled back, then she just turned and shot him a sly smile over the curves of their tangled-up bodies.

Wait a minute. Her lips were shiny, but otherwise clean.

“Did you swallow?” Ty asked, a little shocked.

“Uh-huh,” she said. “You don’t mind, do you?”

Like he even needed to think about that. “Hell, no. Damn, you are so fucking hot and sexy. I just can’t say that enough, Emma Jean. In fact, I’m thinking of giving you a new nickname. I might just start calling you Engine, since that’s what you do to me. Turn me on. Rev me up.”