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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 engorged,