Page 12 of Draco's Fire

“It’s okay. That could shake anyone up. It’s normal to not know what to do.” She tried to comfort him.

Tyson looked up from his hands and said, “That’s not exactly the problem. I know what to do. I know how to do it. I just won’t allow myself to do it.”

“We’re talking about pacifism again, aren’t we?” Shayla asked.

He smiled, because he knew the horse was already dead, but he was still beating it. “Yes, we are.”

“Well, I’m sorry. I don’t think we’re ever going to see eye to eye on this one. I am glad you’re safe.” As she began to walk away her fingers dragged across his shoulder.

No sooner than her fingertips cleared him, he grabbed her by the wrist. Startled and surprised, she looked back at him as if to ask what he was doing, but she didn’t have to wait.

Tyson stood and pulled her to him, wrapping an arm around her waist. There was a great moment of intense static between them, and then Tyson leaned in to kiss her.

Shayla’s mind exploded in a shower of sensations. She could literally feel his power and it was intoxicating. His lips were strong, but as he slid his tongue past hers, he didn’t try to overpower her. Just enough that she knew he could.

When she returned his embrace, her hands fell across his sculpted biceps and triceps and she couldn’t deny how pleased she was to be right. They were like coiled steel and contoured. The feel of it immediately moistened her vaginal lips.

As the kiss ended, she toyed with him. “That didn’t seem very pacifistic.”

“I just couldn’t wait any longer. Or deny how I feel about you.” There was a hunger in his eyes that she’d never seen before. He went on, “If you don’t feel the same, tell me and I’ll stop.”

Shayla answered him by grabbing a handful of his platinum curls and pulling his lips to hers. She kissed him more passionately than she ever had with anyone, then pushed him back into his seat.

He landed in a thud and smiled in the way a tiger must smile at an unsuspecting antelope. Yet Shayla amused herself with the idea that she was actually the tiger here. She began to unbutton her blouse one at a time, but turned away from him before shedding it.

Then she undid her pants and slowly bent over to slide them down her long legs. Revealing such a toned and shapely ass, barely obfuscated by a lacey green G-string. Standing up, and flexing her ass, she knew Tyson was losing his mind.

Slowly turning around, she allowed her jacket and blouse to cascade off of her shoulders which revealed a matching green lace bra. She ran her hands along the sides of her breasts pushing them together for a moment. Then strutted over to Tyson, who was waiting so patiently and still in the chair.

She knelt into the chair facing him, and lowered her vaginal lips against his enormously engorged cock. “For a pacifist, you seem to be packing quite a weapon.” She couldn’t help but ride up and down on it a little even though he was still fully clothed.

“Maybe you should frisk me and ensure there aren’t any more surprises.” He said seductively.

At his request, she ripped open his designer shirt. “You can buy another.” She said smiling. Buttons flew and she was delighted to see no undershirt. Just piles of rock-hard abs on top of chiseled pecs. She began to pull the shirt down across his back, but he did her the favor of removing most of it.

She took his hands and put them on her perfect breasts. As he massaged her bosoms his thumbs found her erect nipples pushing up against the bra and he rubbed them in circular fashion.

“Suck them!” she commanded, and he deftly unsnapped their restraints and took turns licking and sucking each nipple while massaging the other. It was all overwhelming her senses and instinct was taking over more and more. It forced her to ride his cock harder and faster.

Instinct was working Tyson over too, because he wrapped one arm around her waist and the other around her back and picked her up. He held her aloft almost effortlessly as they kissed each other passionately. Moving between open mouth, neck, and ear kisses.

He turned around and sat her down in his chair, then pulled her panties off to reveal a bright red landing strip trimmed above her clit.

As navigation points go, it was pretty good, because he put his tongue right on the nub and licked hard. Her back arched as her clit exploded with the sensations it had been longing for. So much intense pleasure spread out all the way to her fingertips and toes, but Tyson kept pressing the attack.

He ran two fingers down the sides of her lips, before inserting them into her sopping wet pussy. He didn’t just ram them in though. He manipulated his digits into finger sized flutter kicks. Alternating up and down with each one.

If that wasn’t enough, Tyson went from licking her clit, to sucking on it… hard. He allowed it to slide back and forth in his mouth, but never relinquished the pressure. It was already more than she could handle and she released a stream of hot wet cum that dripped down his chin and onto the bed.

“I’m sorry!” She laughed as her legs uncontrollably squeezed his head between her thighs. He didn’t stop and in fact, intensified the pressure of his fingers and sucked faster and harder.

Shayla responded by squirting in his face again and leaned back in a moan that could wake the dead. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”

“For what?” Tyson asked. “For cumming in my face? I can’t begin to tell you how much of a problem that isn’t. I may switch out of morning orange juice for this.”

She laughed and covered her face in slight embarrassment.

He went on, “In all seriousness, this is all I’ve been thinking about since I met you.”

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