few minutes previously.
“You do realize that I can’t let your
deception go unpunished, Isobel?” She gulped again and nodded,
afraid that if she tried to talk that nothing would come out.
“Remove the rest of your clothing, please.”
Her eyes shot to his. Was he seriously
telling her to strip naked? She really wasn’t sure if she could do
this, but what alternative did she have? The last thing she wanted
to do was to go back to working her dead-end bar job, and she
really liked Tyler, so what was the harm?
“It wasn’t a request, Isobel.” His
voice had gotten stern again; leaving her in no doubt that he
really did mean what he’d said.
Her hands were still shaking as she
once again reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra, letting
the straps fall down and off and leaving her breasts bare to his
eyes. She took comfort in his sharp intake of breath, knowing that
he liked what he saw in front of him. Her panties were next; the
wispy lace thong quickly joining the pool of clothes on the floor.
And then she stood in all of her naked glory in front of him,
waiting for him to make the next move or to tell her what she
should do.
She didn’t have to wait too long.
Tyler took another deep breath and then slowly walked towards her,
stopping just inches from her as she stood there trembling. “Such a
beautiful, brave girl.” His praise sent shivers of awareness
coursing through her and she felt her nipples harden to peaks as
his gaze swept over her again.
“It doesn’t seem fair somehow,” she
whispered.
“What doesn’t?” Tyler sounded as
confused as he looked as he dragged his gaze from her chest back to
her face.
Isobel was feeling braver now. It was
obvious by the bulge in Tyler’s pants that he liked what he saw and
found her desirable. “It doesn’t seem fair that I’m naked, but
you’re not.”
Laughing softly, Tyler’s hands moved
to his tie to undo it, pulling it through his collar and then
letting it drop on the floor. He held her gaze as he undid the
buttons on his shirt and peeled it off his broad shoulders. His
pants followed, and then he was standing there in just his boxers,
his erection clearly defined and making Isobel’s mouth
water.
His hands went to the waistband of his
boxers, and he slowly slid them down over his hips, his impressive
sex bouncing free eagerly. Isobel licked her suddenly dry lips. He
was absolutely magnificent.
Tyler watched the expressions flit
across her face, and smiled to himself. She couldn’t have been more
transparent if she’d tried. He knew that she wanted him, and that
was okay because he wanted her just as much. Isobel probably would
have been terrified to know what was going through his mind as he
decided that this first time he was going to let her initiate the
next step, because every time after this would be controlled by
him.
Isobel slowly slid her arms around his
neck and pulled him in close. The soft skin of her breasts was a
beautiful contrast to the hardness of her puckered nipples as they
pressed against his chest. She smiled softly as she tilted her head
upwards, wordlessly inviting him to kiss her. As Tyler lowered his
head and claimed her lips in a deep kiss, she melted against him,
her hands tangling in his hair as her breath escaped her on a
whispering sigh of pleasure.
Tyler’s hands wrapped around her, his
manly fingers digging into her skin with just enough pressure to
tantalize without hurting her. His palms roamed down over her skin
until they reached the firm globes of her ass, where they proceeded
to knead the sensitive flesh while his tongue continued to plunder
her mouth; his tongue dancing with hers as their teeth nipped at
lips and they gasped into each other’s mouths.
Isobel’s hands began a tentative
journey of their own; traversing the muscled plains of his chest
and pinching at his taut nipples with just enough force to make him
moan into her mouth as