Her hand moved to the top of his pants and she unbuttoned him with ease, nibbling his earlobe as she did so. Tyler tensed as she unzipped him. Alexis worked her way down his body, trailing kisses as she went, and relieving him of his clothing in the process. As she rose to her feet, he felt her tongue hot and wet against his skin. She ran it up his thigh before shifting to his erection. His breathing hitched as she lingered there for a moment before continuing up his chest to his waiting lips.
He wanted time to worship her, but she was making it almost impossible. He pulled her dress over her head and let his eyes travel down her to where her breasts spilled out of her black, lace bra. The hunger in his eyes only intensified the throbbing between her legs. She watched as his gaze moved to her matching panties. She'd never had anyone drink her in the way Tyler did. It was intoxicating.
"This bra isn't going to unhook itself," she teased in a raspy voice, longing to feel his fingers, his tongue, any part of his body, back inside her.
Tyler had fantasized about this moment so many times over the years. Now that she was standing in front of him, wanting him as much as he wanted her, he could hardly believe it was really happening. She was more beautiful without clothes than he could've hoped for. Her brown, silky hair contrasted nicely with her milky white skin. He spied a smattering of light freckles across her chest and he couldn't wait to touch each and every one with his lips.
Tyler reached behind her and released the clasp, heat filling his eyes as he watched her breasts fall free. He let the bra drop to the floor.
"You see me, don't you, Tyler?" she whispered.
"I see you," he replied. "I've only ever seen you."
She waited for him to remove her panties before she collapsed onto the bed, pulling him down on top of her. The sensation of her writhing beneath him, desperate for his touch, was almost more than he could take. He pushed himself up onto his elbows so he could admire her naked body. Alexis MacAdams was nude in his bed, ready to give herself to him. He kept waiting to wake up, to feel a hand shaking him or an alarm buzzing. Instead, he felt only the smoothness of her skin and the desire radiating from her body.
Her breasts spilled to either side and he bent his head to taste them. His tongue circled her nipple before giving it a nip. She moaned again, pressing herself against him.