Still looking up at him, she gave an imperceptible nod, giving him the go ahead and letting him know that it was what she wanted him to do. Tyler grinned down at her and thrust forwards, his hands holding her head in place while he forced his cock into her mouth, making her gag as she adjusted to his size. He pulled away and gave her time to breathe, and she nodded up at him again in a silent ‘do it’, and he pushed forward again, deeper still, and Isobel consciously relaxed and swallowed, allowing him to slide past her throat.
Her mouth was stretched as wide as it could go to allow for his thickness, and she pushed up with her tongue so that she could lap at the underside of his cock as he thrust into her mouth, feeling a victorious thrill as she realized that the fingers she had wrapped around him were touching her lips. She had managed to swallow his whole shaft, and the feeling of pride that filled her was almost overwhelming.
Tyler groaned as he paused with his cock still firmly embedded in her throat. “Fuck, Isobel. That feels so damn good.”
Spurred on by his praise, Isobel felt her clit throb and swell as she knelt in front of him. Her free hand came up to curl around his balls as she continued to suck him, gently squeezing and massaging the sensitive fullness as her head bobbed up and down and his cock slid in and out of her greedy mouth. She’d never realized that she could feel so powerful doing this and the fact that they were locked in a closet didn’t even cross her mind.
Tyler was shaking, his legs trembling and a sheen of sweat coated his skin. Their eyes stayed locked on one another as she ministered to him lovingly and masterfully, the tops of her thighs wet with her own longing, but her determination to take her time and to show, rather than tell him what she felt, made her carry on.
As she felt his balls shift and tighten, she knew that if she didn’t stop now it was going to be over all too soon, so she reluctantly licked at him one more time before pulling her mouth away and sitting back on her heels, smiling as he gave a moan of protest.
“It sucks doesn’t it?” she asked softly, and as he rose an eyebrow to question what she meant she smiled up at him innocently. “To have the control taken away from you and not be able to do what you want.”
Tyler’s breath was coming in short bursts as he fought to calm himself down. It was obvious that she wasn’t ready for him to come yet, and seeing as he was enjoying himself so much, he wasn’t inclined to disagree or argue with her.
“Yeah, it does suck. But you know that I’ll have my revenge on you sooner or later.” He grinned down at her sexily, and Isobel chuckled softly.
“Maybe you will and maybe you won’t. But I haven’t finished having fun with you yet.” She straightened her back and gave a small gasp as her pussy grazed the floor beneath her knees. Tamping her own desire down, she placed a delicate hand on each of his ankles, her fingers dancing over his skin as she moved them upwards to stroke at his legs.
She bypassed his cock this time and moved straight to his abdomen, trailing her nails over his stomach and loving the small gasps and moans he seemed incapable of holding in. She continued on her journey of discovery, realizing that she’d never been able to take the time before to really explore and learn his body. Her fingers reached his chest and once again danced through the smattering of hair she found before turning her attention to his small nipples, teasing him as she gently pinched and tweaked then; pulling her nails over them and loving the way they hardened and pebbled beneath her touch.
“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.