Paige Tyler: Mr. Right-now

Dawson must have mistaken the look of wonder on her face for one of surprise, because his mouth twitched. “I did promise to return the favor for that incredible blowjob you gave me today, remember?”

Oh yeah, she remembered. Her lips curved. “Not only do I remember, but I’ve been waiting impatiently for you to make good on that promise. My pussy has been wet the entire day.”

“Show me,” he commanded.

Considering she’d just been in the hot tub, she was obviously wet, but as she spread her legs wide, Kate felt the unmistakable creaminess of her arousal. That was the kind of wetness she was talking about.

Dawson groaned. “You are wet, aren’t you?”

She grinned. “Told you I was.”

Kate leaned back on her hands and propped one foot on the tile, expecting him to bend forward and dive right in, but instead he leaned back against the opposite wall of the tub and stretched his arms out on either side of him.

“Show me where you want me to lick you,” he ordered softly.

She caught her lower lip between her teeth, hesitating. She’d masturbated before, of course, but never in front of a guy. However, the idea of touching herself while Dawson watched excited the hell out of her.

Keeping her gaze locked on his, Kate lifted her hand and provocatively slid her finger in and out of her mouth to get it nice and wet before slowly running it up and down the slick folds of her pussy. “I want you to lick me here.”

On the other side of the hot tub, Dawson followed her movements as if mesmerized, and she felt a rush at the knowledge that she held such power over him.

She made her way down to her opening and dipped her finger inside. “And here.”

Dawson inhaled sharply.

She slid her finger out and glided it along the folds until she came to her clit. Once there, she made small, lazy circles around it. “And most especially here.” She gave him a slow, sexy smile. “Think you can remember all of that or should I demonstrate again?”

His mouth quirked. “I think I’ve got it, but why don’t you do it again, just to make sure.”

Kate laughingly obeyed. When she slid her finger in her mouth this time, though, it was wet with her arousal, and she let out a moan at the musky flavor. As she ran her finger up and down her slit, she wondered if getting turned on by the taste of her own juices made her extra kinky or not. As she slipped her finger deep into her pussy a moment later, she decided she didn’t care if it did make her extra kinky. She liked it.

She also liked the way her finger felt inside her and couldn’t resist giving it a little wiggle before pulling it out to rub her clit. The plump little flesh tingled beneath her touch, evidence of how excited she already was, and she found herself moving her finger round and round much longer than necessary for demonstration purposes.

“You’re not going to make yourself come, are you?” Dawson asked.

Kate opened her eyes to find him regarding her with a teasing expression on his handsome face. She blushed, but while she slowed her movements, she didn’t take her fingers away. “No, of course not.”

“Good. Because as sexy as watching you touch yourself is, I’ve been waiting to nibble on your pussy all day.”

Pushing away from the wall of the hot tub, Dawson crossed the distance between them until he was kneeling between her legs. Kate took her fingers away from her clit without protest. While touching herself always brought her to orgasm, it didn’t compare to the magic Dawson could work with his tongue.

He put his hands on her thighs and gave her what could only be called a wicked grin. “Let’s see if I have the sequence right.”

She opened her mouth to tell him that whatever sequence he followed was fine with her, but he had already bent his head to slowly run his tongue along the folds of her pussy and all that came out was a sigh.

“You wanted me to lick you here, right?” he asked.

“Mmm,” she breathed.

He moved lower to tease the opening of her pussy. “And here?”

She gasped as he plunged his tongue into her. “Oh yeah, right there.”

He moved back up the folds to flick at her clit with his tongue. “And here, too, isn’t that right?”

She moaned. “Most especially there.”

He chuckled softly, then let out a husky groan as he buried his face between her spread thighs and began to repeat that same sequence over and over again.

He teased her so long she thought she was going to go insane. He never gave her clit more than a couple of flicks with his tongue before moving back down her folds. He probably knew how close she was and wanted to keep her on the edge.

Then just when she was about to start begging for release, he turned his attention to her most sensitive place and began to lap hungrily at her clit.

Kate threaded her fingers in his hair, wanting to make sure he wasn’t going anywhere this time. But when Dawson thrust his finger deep in her pussy and began to move it in and out as he licked her, she knew he was done teasing her.

Her climax washed over her like a tidal wave, picking her up and taking her with it until she was dizzy from the ecstasy of it. When it finally subsided, she opened her eyes to find Dawson gazing up at her, a lazy grin on his face.

“Was that how you wanted me to lick your pussy?” he asked.

She leaned forward to kiss him long and hard on the mouth, her taste there arousing her all over again. “That was exactly how I wanted you to lick my pussy.” She glanced down to see the head of his hard cock poking out from beneath the bubbles and she reached into the water to wrap her hand around him, her lips curving into a smile. “I see I’m not the only one who enjoyed that.”

He groaned at her touch. “I need to be inside you.”

“Really? I would have never guessed.”

“Really.”

She kissed him again. “Then you’ll have to catch me first.”

Before he could ask what she meant by that, Kate scooped up a towel, jumped to her feet, and ran for the bedroom. Behind her, she heard a deep chuckle followed by water sloshing in the tub as Dawson hurried after her. Giggling, she raced across the room, heedless of the mess she was making on the carpet. She’d almost reached the bed when a strong arm caught her around the waist.

“Gotcha!” Dawson growled, his soft voice sending delicious shivers coursing through her as he pulled her back against his chest.

Kate laughed. “Guess that means you get to slide that hard cock of yours inside me.”

He pressed a kiss to her ear. “Guess it does.”

Taking the towel from her, he slowly and methodically dried her off. Kate couldn’t help but notice he paid particular attention to her breasts, pussy, and ass cheeks, none of which were all that wet to begin with. Not that she was complaining, of course.

“You have the sexiest ass I’ve ever seen,” he said as he ran the towel over the curve of her bottom yet again.

She glanced over her shoulder at him. “Do you really think so?”

He tossed the towel on the floor and ran his hand over her derriere instead. “You sound surprised.”

She shrugged. “It’s just that no other guy has ever complimented my ass before.”

“Then you must have gone out with some really dense guys because your ass is perfect,” he said softly. “In fact, just looking at it makes want to do all kinds of naughty things.”

Kate’s pulse quickened as she remembered the spanking he’d given her the other night. Surely she deserved another one for making him chase her around the hotel room. “Such as?”

He put his mouth close to her ear. “Such as sliding my very hard cock right in there.”

She turned in his arms to look at him in wide-eyed surprise, but when she opened her mouth to speak, nothing would come out.