All the President's Men 2: Tyler's Tasty Treat

His chest was massive and chiseled. She wanted to touch and taste. She knew he was strong, he had carried her to the room, and looking at his chest, she could see his strength.

When he sat to take off his shoes and socks, his back rippled and she reached out a hand to touch, pulling back before she made contact.

He turned to see her watching him, eyes wide.

“Now, baby, shh,” he said as he trailed a hand from her breast to her slit and back, soothing her skin as he went.

Following his hand with his lips, he lifted her legs over his shoulders and parted her folds. Looking into her face, he lowered his head and circled her clit with his tongue.

“You taste so sweet, baby,” he said as he took her into his mouth. Sucking, licking, and nibbling the little nub, he pushed her to heights she had never known. She couldn’t do this with her book boyfriends and her little toy.

Tammy lay writhing and moaning, arching her body from the bed. “Tyler, please, I’m so close, please.” She moaned.

Tyler continued pushing her, wanting her very close before he took her.

When she was begging and pleading, he lifted up and removed his jeans, quickly putting the condom on.

Holding himself over her with his arms, he fitted himself to her and slowly, but relentlessly started to move inside her. Pushing just his bulbous head inside her, he held himself just at her entrance, watching her face until she relaxed.

Leaning on one arm, he moved the other hand between them and palmed one breast, then lowered it to pinch and pull her clit.

“Baby, I’m going to thrust inside you now, it may feel a little uncomfortable. Just relax and it will be over soon, I’ll make it as good as I can.” He breathed against her ear before turning to take her mouth.

As his lips touched her mouth, he pushed forward and felt the barrier break. Holding still once again, he continued the kiss until he felt her body give, and then he started moving slowly, still applying pressure to her clit.

Pulling back slightly, he whispered, “That’s it, baby, let go, when I say the word, I want you come. Can you do that for me?” He moved her hands from his neck and lifted both her arms over her head, then held them there..

Tammy moaned and arched, ready for what was happening, not sure she could wait.

“Oh, please, please, I… I’m so ready, please,” she cried, so close.

Tyler braced himself with the hand not holding hers and increased the pace to a rhythm that would take them both where they needed to go. Smiling down at her, he said the one word she needed to hear.

“Come, come now, Tammy,” he said, and they both crested the peak.

Tammy screamed his name

again and Tyler let himself fall to the side pulling her with him, trying to be careful of her back.

Still inside her, he rolled to his back and pulled her on top of him. “You were so good baby, so very, very good.” He murmured, his face buried in her hair, holding her tight.

Holding her for a few more minutes, Tyler then gently turned her to her back and rose from the bed. Walking swiftly to the bathroom, he removed the condom and cleaned himself up. Taking a warm cloth, he went back to Tammy and sat on the side of the bed.

“Baby, I’m going to wipe you off, the rag is warm, but you may be a little tender,” he told her, as he slowly parted her legs.

“No, leave me alone, tired.” She mumbled.

“Yes, baby, I know, I’ll take care of you,” he said softly, cleansing her of the remains of their lovemaking.

After he had wiped her off, he bundled her into a blanket, and carried her to the spare room, laying her on the bed there. He wanted to change the sheets on his bed so she didn’t wake to the mess.

“What, what are you doing?” she asked sleepily, confused. Why was he taking her out of his bed? Didn’t he want her anymore?

Tyler leaned over her and kissed her. “Baby, I need to take care of a couple things, then I’ll be right back.” Then he walked out of the room, leaving her alone again.

Tammy knew she should be used to it. She had spent most of her life alone.

She wondered what she had done wrong. True she didn’t have any experience, but she had read lots of erotic romance books and thought she had done it right. Tyler had seemed happy while they were doing it. He was kind and gentle, treating her like she was made of glass, but maybe that was the problem, maybe he liked to be rougher. She needed to figure out a way to prove to him that she could take it, that he wouldn’t hurt her.