Tyler’s hands tangled in her hair as their lips stayed locked together, and Isobel wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into her even more with a satisfied moan. They eventually came up for breath and slowly pulled apart, both of them flushed and panting.
Tyler opened his mouth to say something, but Isobel cut him off with another kiss as she took a hand and trailed it down the front of his muscular body; over his broad chest and across his washboard flat stomach, and lower still until she brushed over the top of his very obvious hard-on.
“I want you, Tyler. Now.” This time she wasn’t going to give him a chance to take control or take over. She wanted to make this something that he would remember as much as she would remember their previous times together.
She slid his jacket down off his shoulders and then slowly unbuttoned his crisp white shirt, pushing his hands away when he went to do it himself. “No. You just stand there and let me do it. Okay?” Tyler’s face was flushed as he looked down at her, but he didn’t say anything. He just stood there silently while she removed his shirt and then moved on to undoing his pants.
Before she slid them down, she turned her attention back to his mouth; that beautiful mouth that had barked orders at her and brought her to earth shattering climaxes so easily. She raised her face for another kiss, and their mouths once again explored each other’s lips, banking the flames of their blatant desire for each other and sending them into a spiral of unadulterated pleasure.
Her hands went back to the waistband of his pants and she pushed them and his boxers down over his hips, letting his erect cock spring free and proud. She cupped her palm over his head, massaging in the moisture and making him hiss in a breath as she kissed him again.
Their tongues tangled together again and she sighed into his mouth. As though it had been an unspoken comment between them, the kiss changed course, turning from passionate to tender, aggressive to gentle. This kiss meant something that neither of them understood, and it was an embrace that neither of them was inclined to end.
Isobel’s free hand went to his face, her palm on his cheek with her thumb stroking his jaw. The air positively hummed with emotions that they were too far gone to decipher, and as his hand went to the small of her back to pull her into him, Isobel gave up even trying to understand what was going on here.
Pulling away from him, Isobel removed her clothes quickly; she wanted to feel his skin next to hers and they were causing too much of a barrier. Then she sank to her knees in front of Tyler, pulling away from him when he tried to entwine his fingers in her hair and pull her head onto his shaft.
“No, Tyler. This time I’m calling the shots.” She looked up into his face, smiling at the frustration and longing she saw there. “It’s okay. I promise you’ll like it.”
She turned her attention back to his body and leaned her head forward to close the gap between them and placed a gentle kiss on the head of his cock. Her tongue probed his slit and she took hold of his length and parted her lips wide, sliding her mouth down over his head. Swirling her tongue up and over the tip she started to slowly slide her fist backwards and forwards over his length.
She moaned appreciatively, the vibrations making his cock twitch delightfully in her mouth, wringing an answering tug from her pussy. Looking up at his face once more, Isobel moved her mouth away from him long enough to slide her tongue over the palm of her hand, and then returned to stroking him, up and over his head and down his shaft, pulling his skin tight and making him catch his breath.
She bobbed her head forward and slowly sucked him into her mouth, her lips tightening around him and creating a seal as her tongue lapped at the underside of his cock and probed his velvety ridges, delighting in the drop of pre-cum he rewarded her with. With her cheeks hollowing, she sucked on his bulbous head as her own started to bob up and down. Her hands moved in time with her mouth, stroking from his base and then up to touch her lips before sinking back down. Again and again she sucked and stroked, looking up at him and keeping her eyes locked onto his; letting him know that, for now, she was in charge.