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his hips pushed towards her almost of their
own will. She gave an answering moan as she felt his hardness up
against her for the first time, and her nimble fingers continued
their journey of discovery down his torso until they folded around
the hard length of him.
     
    With another groan, Tyler reluctantly
moved his body away from her touch, determined that this was going
to be more than just a quick fumble. He wanted to do so many things
to and with her; things that would be ingrained in her memory so
that she would never forget what their first time was like and why
it happened in the first place. Deception was not something he
would tolerate at any measure; not in his work life or his private
one.
     
    “What are you doing?” Isobel’s voice
was full of lust and frustration. She wanted to feel him and
explore everything about him, but if he pulled away from her touch
then how was she supposed to do that?
     
    He laughed softly, bending his head to
kiss her once more. “Don’t panic darlin’. I’m not putting a stop to
this. I’m just putting a stop to you getting what you want too
soon.” He smiled sexily. “There’s no rush, and I want to take my
time with you.”
     
    His hands moved back around her body
once more until he was cupping her ass, and he slowly sank to his
knees, kissing a blazing trail along her collarbone down to her
aching tits, sucking each nipple into his mouth and flicking at
them with his tongue.
     
    Isobel took a ragged breath as he
increased the pressure, holding the pebbled peaks between his teeth
as he alternated between breasts and lapped at her greedily. “That
feels so damn good,” she hissed, on an indrawn breath.
     
    Tyler moved his mouth away just long
enough to look up at her with hooded eyes. “I agree. It feels
amazing.” His mouth quickly returned to its task, and Isobel
tangled her hands in his thick hair, holding him in place as he
teased and tormented her in the nicest way possible.
     
    While his mouth worked its magic, his
hands continued to knead at the firm flesh of her buttocks, his
fingers stroking lower until they brushed against the underside of
her pussy-lips, making her gasp in pleasure. “Ah. Is this where my
deceitful little slut wants me to be?” he asked huskily, and all
she could do was look down at him and nod, the insult and the way
he said it actually arousing her even more.
     
    Always one to please, Tyler got back
to his feet, and, still cupping her ass, he lifted her carefully
and walked the few steps that took him to the edge of the large
mahogany leather-topped desk. His lips met hers in another kiss as
he lowered her down so that her ass was on the edge of the very
masculine piece of furniture, and leaning her back, he let his
hands slide down under her thighs, spreading her knees and raising
her legs as he went. Isobel let go of his neck and leaned back on
her hands for support, leaving him free to concentrate on pleasing
her.
     
    With one hand working its way up her
shapely calf to her thigh, the other meandered teasingly to her
shaved mound, cupping his palm over it and pressing slightly so
that shivers of sensation ran through her, causing her clit to
throb and her pussy moisten with desire. “God, Tyler. You’re
driving me crazy.” Her hands went back to his hair, tangling in a
firm grip as her senses overtook her.
     
    He placed a kiss on her naval, and
then gently nipped the skin just below it, making her squeal in
mock pain. Then he kissed and licked at where he’d nipped, easing
the tender spot and making her squirm with another, more primal
feeling. Pulling back a little, he let his eyes feast on her
exposed pussy, loving the sight of her swollen clit and moist
opening.
     
    His head lowered again, and Isobel
almost forgot to breathe as she waited in anticipation for what she
knew was coming. She exhaled raggedly as she felt the warmth of his
breath against her pussy a split second before she felt his tongue
lick at her