His Dirty Secret

“You’re driving me crazy, Isobel.” His voice was hoarse, and she quickly glanced at his face, noting that his color was high and his eyes had darkened.

“Tough.” The one word response was more than enough to let him know that she wouldn’t be rushed, and she returned her attention to his body, looking down as his cock jumped against her belly. Her hand wrapped around it again, the heat she felt finding an answering one in her core.

“I know that you have to get back to your wife, Tyler, but I don’t think I can wait until after your meeting with her.” She knew she sounded needy, but hell, she was needy. She needed to feel him inside of her and she needed to come so badly she could scream. But she didn’t want or need to rush this experience, because she didn’t think he’d ever give her the chance to simply fuck him rather than have him dominate her.

Tyler couldn’t have denied Isobel whatever she wanted if his life had depended on it. She looked so beautiful and strong, and at this moment in time he would have given her the moon on a stick if she’d asked for it.

Luckily for him, the moon on a stick wasn’t what Isobel had in mind. What she wanted was for her to be on his stick, but she wanted to build the anticipation up to a level that neither of them had experienced with each other yet.

Isobel noticed a bucket in the corner of the closet and pulled it towards her and turned it upside down. Then she sat down on it, looked up at Tyler and spread her legs wide. “I want to feel your tongue on me, Tyler.” She wished that she sounded more confident, but her voice came out on a whisper so it sounded more like a plea than a request. She gave a little cough to clear her throat. “I want to feel your tongue on my pussy.”

Tyler groaned at her directness. The only time he’d ever heard her be so vocal was when he was making her do things, and he liked this side of her. He liked it very much.

He went down to his knees and scooted towards her, putting his hands on her knees and pushing her legs even wider apart. His eyes feasted on her bare pussy and Isobel leaned back against the cold wall of the closet so that she could watch him.

Tyler nuzzled his nose against her sex, inhaling the musky, sweet scent of her and moaning appreciatively. Then he adjusted his position slightly, and she gasped as she felt the warmth of his tongue as he slid it down between her lips and over the swollen bud of her clit. “Yes. Just like that, baby.” Her voice was breathy and she brought her hands up and ran them through his thick thatch of hair, holding his head down as though she were afraid he was going to stop what he was doing.

He pulled his head back and looked at her face, loving the flush that crossed her high cheekbones and the way her eyes had a faraway lusty look to them. He watched as her teeth bit down on her bottom lip and couldn’t resist reaching up to take her mouth in a kiss, letting her taste herself on his lips.

As he kissed her, a hand roamed down over her satiny skin until it reached her breast, and Isobel moaned into his mouth as he closed a hand over her ample orb and gently squeezed. Then his mouth followed the path his hand had taken, and as she looked down at the top of his head, she felt the wet warmth of his mouth as he closed his lips over her nipple and latched on, sucking gently and flicking at the erect flesh with his tongue.

She cradled his head in her hands as he suckled one breast and then turned his attention to the other, wetting her flesh with his mouth and making her pussy become wet with lust. She didn’t ever want him to stop, but she wanted him on her pussy more, and her soft, but persistent hands pushed down on his shoulders until he got the hint and transferred his attention back to her nether regions.

She felt so hot between her legs that she didn’t think it would be possible to get any hotter. But Tyler proved her wrong as he let his tongue slide between her folds and delve into her with a murmur of enjoyment as he lapped at her juices. Her hips jerked as his nose rubbed against her sensitive clit. He ground his face into her harder, alleviating a little of the ache, but making her crave even more contact.

He changed position again and hooked a muscled arm beneath one of her legs, raising it so that it draped over his shoulder and giving him easier access to where he wanted to be. She felt his five o’clock shadow scratch against the soft flesh of her upper thigh, and the contrast between that and the satiny feel of his slick tongue was a beautifully erotic.