Taen

There is something stimulating about being taken. Sure it's great to be made love to and it is wonderful to be seduced but nothing can truly be compared to being taken. That is exactly what happened last night. I admit I have been laying the teasing phone calls and text messages on a bit thick but Tyler was out of town for an entire month. What is a girl to do with all of that time on her hands and pent up sexual energy? He did tell me that I was going to have to pay for keeping him in a constant state of arousal but I didn't know he had this in him. Ok enough rambling, I'll start from the beginning.

I picked him up from the airport as planned and received a warm welcome. Nothing out of the ordinary there. The drive from the airport to our place was an uneventful fifteen minutes complete with flight details and stories he'd forgotten to mention before. The scent of his woodsy cologne filled the car and dampened my panties and I nonchalantly clinched my thighs together to assuage the ache. At home we unloaded his bags and went into the house. As I turned from putting my coat away the gleam in Tyler's eyes brought me up short. His chocolate eyes had the unmistakable look of a predator and I was his prey. My heart skipped a beat and my core started to pulse. I tried to make some lame joke, to lighten the mood, and he simply responded by telling me that it was time to pay for all of the teasing.

I licked lips gone dry in anticipation and bobbed my head, words having failed me. Immediately Tyler closed the distance between us and brought his mouth down to mine with an intensity only time and distance could create. I groaned and buried my hands in his auburn hair, holding on for dear life. This kiss was unlike any other kiss I had ever experienced. It was filled with longing, desire, and a need to dominate that was both intoxicating and a little frightening. With a growl he reached between our bodies, wrenched my pants open and inserted two fingers. He let me know how pleased he was to find me so ready for him and with no preamble he gripped my hair in a tight fist and forced me to my knees. I gladly opened his pants and freed the object of my desire. It had been thirty long days and I missed having his taste on my tongue. With my hand wrapped around him I slowly licked him from base to tip then sucked him down until the head touched the back of my throat. I moaned as his familiar taste flooded my mouth and continue to suckle him with long practiced strokes.

Hand still firmly in place he began thrusting his hips in time to the motions of my head. I was getting pretty close to release and I looked up to signal Ty with my eyes that now was the time but was thrown off coarse by the most erotic thing I have ever seen. With eyes closed, hips moving fervently into my mouth he was sucking the taste of me off of his fingers. The sight of that sent me over the edge and I screamed my orgasm around him. He gave no quarter and while still in the throes of a powerful release he stripped off his pants, pulled me to my feet and stripped my pants as well. Without a word he shoved me into the wall, slipped on a condom and entered me in one stroke. With our shirts still on and with heavy breathing he took me.

He told me about the many nights he dreamed about me just like this with one hand on my hips and the other pulling my head back by my hair. He demanded that I take all that he had to give and I did. I came screaming again and still he wasn't done with me. In a voice roughened by his impending release he instructed me to place both hands on the wall and brace my feet further apart and when I complied he began to pound into me with such force that it bordered on pain, but pleasure won out, and as I crested the peak one more time he tightened his grip and followed me into oblivion. With trembling limbs we held each other braced against the wall and tried to regain our breaths.