Page 22 of Draco's Fire

He kissed the top of her head with a wicked grin. "That's because we aren't done."

They searched for clothes, trying to pull themselves together slightly. Tyson pulled on his boxers and his jeans. Shayla lost her underwear and couldn't put her bra on with the amount of sand that was on it. Shayla was slightly embarrassed, but somehow she wasn't at the same time.

Tyson made her feel confident even if everyone had seen them just fuck in the lake.

They made their way back into the house, and Tyson pulled her to the kitchen. He opened the fridge, and Shayla looked at him, confused.

"What are you looking for?"

"Chocolate."

Shayla felt a wave of excitement roll over her, and her low extremities tightened. She squirmed as he grabbed a bottle, shutting the fridge.

Shayla was nearly jumping with joy as he led them down the hallway heading straight towards his room.

They walked into his bedroom, shutting the door behind them. Shayla took all her clothes off, and Tyson ripped off his pants. He smirked at her, "Someone's excited."

She blushed slightly, "You made it sound fun."

He pulled her closer, kissing her deeply once more. Tyson pulled her up, walking her back towards the bed.

"Lay down."

Shayla did as commanded, hardly able to contain her excitement. She had just cum harder than ever before in the lake god only knew what this would do to her.

Tyson flipped the cap off the chocolate bottle and tilted the bottle slightly. He drew a line from her breast down to her belly button. After that, he pulled the bottle up, drizzling some in his mouth.

Shayla bit hard onto her lower lip, never knowing she could be so jealous of a bottle.

She grabbed his shoulder, pulling at him. The bottle slipped, and Tyson was yanked down. She kissed him, licking at his lips tasting the chocolate.

Tyson tasted like sweetness and sexy decisions. A shiver ran down her body as Tyson leaned farther down, licking at her breast. Her nips hardened, and she squirmed.

"If you move too much, you're going to get it on the sheets." Tyson chuckled, "It would be a waste, so stay still."

Shayla didn't know if that was possible. She grabbed onto the sheets, trying to restrain herself.

Tyson's tongue worked magic as he had told her. His tongue flickered over her breast, where there was no chocolate. His tongue drew hot lines on her skin, making her pant with need.

God, how has she never thought of this? How had she never done this before?

Tyson moved farther down, his hands slowly gliding over her hips. She felt her eyes roll back as he licked her left hip bone, sliding over towards her right.

"You taste like sea salt mixed with chocolate. It's intoxicating."

Shayla watched Tyson look at her with hunger, and his hands moved from her hips, and he thrust two fingers into her.

Her head flew back, and she bit hard onto her cheek. The last thing they needed was for Gil to hear them.

"Still refusing to moan for me?"

"Tyson." She panted, "I don't want to wake Gil."

Tyson chuckled, "I don't care what we do. I want to hear from you."

Shayla gripped onto the bed, determined to remain as quiet as she could. It seemed Tyson had other plans, though.

Tyson kissed her stomach and traveled down. His tongue slid between her folds, and Shayla nearly screamed. She covered her mouth, moaning loudly into the air.

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