She sagged against Tyler, her hands gripping him for dear life as her legs became weak. Isobel didn’t have to worry though, even if she had been conscious of it, because Tyler had no intention of letting her fall while her climax raged through her body.
In fact, he wasn’t even finished with her yet; he was just waiting for the storm to pass and her strength to return; which was a good thing, as Isobel had no intention of letting him end this just yet either. She wanted to feel him explode inside of her and to experience him being just as weak and shaken in the aftermath of their love-making as she was.
As her breathing calmed down and her shaking subsided, Tyler pulled out of her and gently lowered her to the floor; keeping his hands on her while he made sure that she was capable of standing up without falling over.
Still panting, Isobel buried her head into his chest and placed her hands on his firm buttocks. “Are you okay?” Tyler’s voice was soft and reassuring, and Isobel raised her head to smile shakily up at him.
“I’m more than okay, Tyler. I feel wonderful.” She was almost purring as she rubbed up against him, becoming aware once again of the heat of his cock as it bumped up against her. “And you feel as though we still have some unfinished business.” Her voice was cheeky, and her hand moved to take hold of him, letting him know exactly to what she was referring.
“Insatiable minx,” he teased back, as his hands rubbed up and down her back, which was still damp from the exertion of a few minutes previous. “Are you sure you’re not done? We’ve been in here for a long time.”
“Oh, I’m positive, Tyler. We’re not leaving here until we’ve both finished.” As she spoke she pulled out of his embrace and turned her back on him, putting her hands against the wall she’d had her back against just a few minutes earlier. She pushed her ass out teasingly, keeping her legs and back straight and offering herself to him.
Tyler took a deep, ragged breath as his hands went to her ass and he cupped the orbs of her buttocks, squeezing and pulling her cheeks apart. Isobel sighed longingly as she felt his cock brush up between her cheeks, then she moaned as he moved away again.
Her frustration didn’t last long though, as Tyler stepped back only far enough to allow his hand enough room to move between their heated bodies, sliding down over her ass and between her cheeks until he found the warm wetness of her swollen slit. Isobel pushed her ass out even further when she felt his finger start to enter her, going up to the knuckle before being joined by a second one; filling her, but not enough to make her happy.
Tyler smiled at her infuriation as she wiggled back some more. He knew that what she really wanted was for him to slide his cock inside her, but he wanted to stoke her fire so high that she felt as though she’d spontaneously combusted by the time he’d finished with her.
Isobel squirmed as his nimble fingers found her G-spot and rubbed over the top of it. It felt as though she needed to pee, but she knew that it was just a different kind of climax waiting to explode from her. She’d just opened her mouth to beg him to either stop or to increase the pressure and make her come, when he pulled his fingers from her, leaving her feeling empty and bereft.
Once again, he stepped in close behind her, and she felt his cock rub up and down her slit as he coated himself in her wetness. And then, in a movement that was both sure and firm, he entered her, filling her pussy with his heat and making her cry out at the very different, but still very erotic, sensations.
Tyler pulled part way out of her and then slammed back in, going deep and hitting her tender G-spot. Isobel moaned as he did it again, and again, touching her spot every time and making her pussy contract around him as she soaked his cock with her juices. “Fuck, Tyler.” She was panting and pushing back against him, wanting him to go faster and deeper, but on the other hand wanting him to go slow so it never ended.
She felt an arm reach around her body and she reached down with one of her own to take his hand and guide it to her breast. Placing her palm over the back of his hand, she squeezed, letting him know exactly what she wanted.