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Tyler actually laughed, startled, and flashed Aisha a smile that would have loosened her knees
even if she hadn’t been right in the middle of her first heat.  “No to the first and yes to the second,” he said.  “And more than that, I’ve been told I cook an excellent breakfast.”

Aisha nodded and gestured over her shoulder with her thumb.  “Then get in here.”  She turned and marched back into her apartment without bothering to see if Tyler would follow.  She knew he would; the way he looked at her held too much heat to do anything else.
  Aisha made it halfway across her living room before undoing the sash on her robe and lowering it down her shoulders.  Footsteps tread behind her; Aisha turned just in time to watch Tyler kick the door shut behind him with a tremendous bang.  Finally, the irritable old woman next door roused herself enough to pound on the wall.  Tyler turned his head towards the sound and snarled, actually snarled, sending a thrill all the way through Aisha's body.  Tyler looked back towards her, eyes moving slowly up and down her body.  Aisha realized that her robe still lay draped about her shoulders to expose the upper swell of her breasts.  Tyler remained by the door, seemingly waiting for her signal.  Aisha considered for less than a second before deliberately dropping her robe to the floor.  Tyler made a sound from low in his throat, not quite the growl he had thrown out moments before but certainly close enough to send a thrill through Aisha all the same, and covered the space between them in three long strides.  He grabbed Aisha about the waist and bodily lifted her from the floor.  Aisha threw her legs about his hips and ground her cunt down against the erection she could feel pressing into her through his jeans, biting back a yip as the seam rode up against her clit.  Tyler tossed her onto the couch with enough force to make her bounce and then landed on top of her.  He took her face with one hand and kissed her hard enough to make her head spin and until she ground her sex up against his thigh.  Tyler kissed hard enough to bruise, but his free hand, cradling the back of her neck and intertwined with her hair, remained gentle.  Aisha was afraid that her own grip wasn’t nearly so kind as she grabbed his denim-clad ass with both hands and yanked him down against her.  He smelled, oh, he smelled so good, and the only thing better than his dick nudging against her through his jeans would be when he filled her up with it, and Aisha couldn’t imagine why anyone ever thought going into heat was a
bad
thing.  Why waste all that time doing medical research into suppressants when they had perfectly good condoms right there?

Speaking of.  “Naked,” Aisha chanted, putting her hand against Tyler’s chest and pushing up until he had to take some of his weight back onto his elbows.  “Now, now, now.”  Tyler sat up, still straddling Aisha on the narrow cushion, and agreeably pulled his long-sleeved shirt over his head before tossing it to the side.  Aisha
didn’t see where it landed.  She propped herself up on her own elbows, staring at Tyler’s perfectly formed chest and abs.  Fit and lean without looking like he spent four hours a day in the gym or took substances that made his veins bulge out and shrunk the body part Aisha was most interested in at the moment, just the way she liked them.  She reached for Tyler and ran her nails along his sides before grabbing him and pulling him back down hard for another kiss.  Their teeth clacked together; Aisha rocked her cunt against Tyler’s thigh and swallowed his harsh, bitten-off sound.

“Naked,” he reminded her.  “Gotta let me go if you want me naked.”

“Get creative,” Aisha murmured back, and marveled at herself.  Heat-daze was supposed to turn rational people into wild things, but she didn’t feel any different, any less rational.  Just a whole lot hornier. 

Tyler snorted a laugh against the side of Aisha’s face but obliged quickly, toeing off his shoes and doing his best to follow up with his jeans even though his hands clearly wanted to be elsewh
ere.  He managed to shimmy them off with a grace Aisha was fairly certain she would not have been able to emulate herself; one of the first personal details Aisha managed to learn about him was that he didn’t like wearing underwear.  He was already fully hard, flushed with blood, and Aisha abruptly forgot about anything other than getting Tyler inside of her as quickly as possible and fucking him hard enough to make them both forget their names.  She made a low sound from the back of her throat and said, “You had better not have been screwing with me about those condoms.”  Tyler had the good sense to let a bad pun die the death it deserved and merely shook his head before reaching over the couch for his discarded jeans.  Aisha took the condom from his hands before he could open it, tearing the foil herself and rolling the condom down over the head of Tyler’s cock.  She squeezed lightly as she worked the latex down his shaft, enjoying the way Tyler’s breathing stuttered and his eyes grew more dilated still.  He looked at her as if he could not imagine looking at any other woman in the world, and Aisha
liked
it.  She wondered why this part of being were never got covered in sex ed classes.  She could guarantee there would have been far fewer terrified kids during her middle school years if it had been pointed out.

And that was about as much thinking as Aisha wanted to do on her own adolescence.  She continued to grasp Tyler by his shaft after putting the condom on him and guided him between her legs.  She was wet, so wet, and wanting hard enough to make her cunt physically ache, but Tyler still paused above her with his arms braced to either side of her body.  The head of his dick brushed against her clit; Aisha bit the inside of her mouth to hold back a shriek and thought she tasted blood.

“For fuck’s sake,” she snarled in a voice that hardly sounded like herself, “will you
get in me?
”  Tyler laughed, and Aisha might have cheerfully killed him and then blamed the crime on the heat if he had not done as she asked and sheathed himself within her in one long thrust.  Aisha’s spine bowed up without her consent, because yes, this was what she had needed since the previous night, yes, why would anyone ever want to drug themselves out such a feeling.  Tyler’s dick filled her to the verge of discomfort, but the near-pain was of the sweet kind that sent Aisha’s blood thundering in her ears and had her throwing her legs about Tyler’s waist so he couldn’t dare try to pull out of her.  Not that he seemed much inclined towards leaving her; he growled out something unintelligible against Aisha’s ear that nonetheless made her beat faster and sent a thrill of being
claimed
running through her body.  Tyler pulled back until only the very head of his dick remained in Aisha’s cunt before slamming into her again, with enough force to rock her back against the couch cushions and wrench a gasping cry from her mouth.  Aisha grabbed his ass with both hands to urge him deeper into her, nonsense endearments tumbling from her lips as Tyler fucked into her.  The shaft of his dick brushed against her clit with every thrust, sending curls of lightening shooting through the entirety of Aisha’s body and making her writhe up against him, but the angle remained maddeningly off.  Aisha made a frustrated noise from the back of her throat and acted on sudden instinct.  She tightened the grip she maintained about Tyler’s waist with her thighs and rolled them both off of the couch and down to the floor with a loud thump and a startled noise from Tyler himself. 

“Whoa,” he said.  “I was always told that were women were usually…”  He trailed off, but Aisha still knew good and well what he meant to say.  Were women were supposed to be submissive, so the stories went, not that any of them really got together to compare notes.

“Are they?” Aisha asked, feeling anything but.  Claiming went both ways.  She settled herself straddling Tyler’s still-erect dick and sank down slowly onto him, splaying her hand against his chest to keep him in place when he would have thrust up and into her before she was ready for him.  A moan tumbled from her mouth as he filled her up from the new angle and gave her everything she had been missing from the couch.  “Oh, my God,” she whispered, and repeated, “Oh, my
God,
” as Tyler put his hands on her hips and began guiding her up and down his shaft.  Not that Aisha couldn’t find the way there her own self; she was finding the way there thoroughly enough to make her quite sure her trusty vibrator was never going to cut it again.  She worked herself up and down on Tyler’s dick with his hands clutching at her hips hard enough to bruise as her cunt tightened in anticipation.  Tyler let go of her hip in order to flick at her clit just one time with his thumb, and Aisha exploded.  She keened and came hard enough to flash supernovas behind her eyes, digging her nails into Tyler’s chest.  She was barely aware of his own orgasm, only that he grabbed her with both hands splayed against her back and pulled her down and against him.  Their mouths met hard enough to make their teeth clack, and Tyler kissed her like a drowning man, swallowing the soft noises that Aisha made as she came down.  He sank back down against the carpet with her lying against his chest.

“Wow,” Aisha whispered.  “Wow, wow, wow.”  She closed her eyes and rested her cheek against Tyler’s chest as she tried to regain control of her breathing. 
His heartbeat sounded against her ears.

Tyler ran his fingers through Aisha’s sweaty hair,
lifting the strands up from the back of her neck.  “That about sums it up,” he admitted.

Aisha let her eyes drift closed and rode the wave of satiation for all that it was worth; already she felt herself getting ready for another round.  About another sixteen hours of this?  She might be exhausted at the end, but Aisha could definitely think of worse ways to spend paid time off of work.  “If I had known that it was going to be like that, I would have made a pass at you way before now,” she said.  Tyler’s fingers stilled through her hair.  In spite of herself, Aisha tensed slightly.  There was an excellent chance that he had only jumped her fine bones, not because he saw the inherent fineness therein, but because
his hormones had commanded him to do it.  Shit, not that Aisha was going to argue with her own hormones at the moment.  Her abs might hate her in the morning, but right at the moment she was leaning towards dumping the suppressants down the garbage disposal and hoping they didn't make mutant rats in the sewer.

"I've been working my way up to that
since I moved in, actually," Tyler said.  Aisha lifted her chin from his chest and grinned.  Sixteen hours later, they had christened Aisha's bed, shower, and various counters, to say nothing of placing their mouths and hands across virtually every inch of the other person's body.  Tyler slumped down across Aisha and pressed his face into the side of her neck.  His hands, still gripping her hips possessively, were going to leave bruises.  Not that Aisha cared; the idea of wearing Tyler's marks across her body sent a curling thrill through her body that made her want to flip him over onto his back and start all over again. 

"Think the suppressants have finally kicked in," Aisha whispered against Tyler's ear.  She bit the lobe and then mouthed at the tiny hurt while Tyler shivered.

"Yeah?"  He leaned back on his elbows and looked down at her.  "Any regrets?"

"Just a craving for pancakes."  Aisha grabbed for Tyler's ass and gave it a squeeze.  "And then it's time to get back into this bed.  I don't have to be back at work for three days."

"How convenient.  I work from home."

 

End

About the Author

 

Sydney Michkal has been unapologetically porny ever since she was old enough for it not to be creepy.  She is best reached at [email protected].

 

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