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Savannah had made it up in her mind already that she was going to blow Tyler's mind tonight. She just needed to get through dinner first before she put the moves on him. Not that she thought she'd have to work hard to get him in the mood, but she did want to leave a lasting impression and make him realize that she was better than all his one night stands. Or at least different.

She was staring at his tattoos while they ate, observing each one, and wondering how long he sat in a chair to get them all done. "Where was Shea tonight?" he asked, pulling her out of her own thoughts. He had obviously been having a conversation with her without her paying any attention to it. Suddenly, she remembered her sister when he mentioned her name.

"Shit! Shea!" Savannah exclaimed, suddenly scrambling to get to her bag, grabbing her phone.

Tyler stared at her curiously. "Didn't know you needed to live text our date," he joked.

"No, you dumbass, she's proposing!" she said, throwing a french fry at him.

Tyler's eyes widened at her announcement. "She's proposing??" he questioned, and Savannah nodded her head without looking up from her phone. "Damn, are you Decker women all about wearing the pants in the relationship?" he asked with a laugh. That got her attention, and she gave him a curious look. "You like to be in charge, Shea is proposing, just saying," he shrugged his shoulders.

"I think Shea proposing is sweet," she told him. "She's nervous as hell. And as far as me wanting to be in charge, don't act like you don't like it sometimes," she said, raising an eyebrow at him. He couldn't argue that. "Ahhh!" she screamed and Tyler just stared at her.

She suddenly thrust her phone into his face. He had to grab her hand and push it back a few inches so he could actually focus on the screen. On it was a picture of Shea and Audrey, grinning, with Audrey showing off her engagement ring.

"As much as I hit on Shea in the beginning, I'd say she did better with picking Audrey," he laughed.

Savannah moved her phone so she could look at him. "So what you're saying is I need to find myself a woman, too," she smirked.

He grabbed her wrist. "Not a chance," he said, and Savannah knew that dinner had officially ended with that move. She stood up walking over so she was a few inches away from him, standing above him. He pulled at her wrist so she bent down and his hand immediately went to the back of her neck, pulling her in for a kiss.

"You're gonna traumatize your dogs if we do this here," she smiled against his lips, his dogs laying in the middle of the floor.

"They've seen worse," he shrugged and immediately regretted those words. "Shit, let's just go to the bedroom," he said as he stood up. He started to walk down the hallway when he noticed Savannah wasn't following him. He turned back around, putting a hand on her waist and kissing her again. "C'mon," he practically begged.

Her eyes narrowed at him. "Fine, but you do as I say."

Tyler shook his head. "Not this time," he challenged, picking her up and carrying her fireman style over his shoulder, giving her a nice view of his ass.

She gave it a good slap as she yelled, "Put me down!"

"Oh I will," Tyler told her as he continued carrying her. He did as she requested, throwing her down on the bed, kicking the door to his room shut, before climbing on top of her.

She put her hands at the bottom of his neck, leaning up to kiss him. She wrapped her leg around his waist and thought she could maneuver them so she was on top, but Tyler was too quick for her and grabbed her leg, holding it in place. He wasn't giving up control tonight.
She forgot about trying to get on top for the time being, and she reached up, grabbing the bottom of his shirt and starting to pull it up over his head. She reached up, touching his abs before reaching around to feel every muscle in his back, and he hissed when her nails dug into his skin.

He decided to get them on even playing field by removing her shirt from her as well. His lips went to her neck and she inhaled deeply. He kissed his way down to her tight jeans, undoing the button and unzipping them. He had some difficulty peeling them away from her skin but finally got them off of her. His eyes gazed over her body, and she took advantage of him not paying attention to what was going on by pressing on his shoulders and pushing him backwards, straddling him. "Damn, you're good at that," he muttered, and she just grinned.

She grinded her hips into his for a few moments, feeling him get harder underneath her, and she finally decided to get his jeans off of him. But, she wasn't going to let any distractions allow him to get back on top. Instead, she got on her knees, pulling his boxers down and then smiling as she positioned herself so her mouth was right at the tip of his dick. "Shit, Savannah," he mumbled, getting harder just by watching her. She grabbed a hold of him, barely putting her mouth around the tip, teasing him. "Fuck," he muttered, his eyes closing shut momentarily.

She smiled as she took more into her mouth, moving her hand up and down his shaft at the same time, getting a nice rhythm going. "Savannah, you keep doing that, and I'm gonna come."

"Isn't that the point?" she smiled up at him as she continued work on his dick.

He leaned his head back, enjoying it, until he knew he was right on the edge. He didn't want to come without her, so he did something she wasn't expecting. He grabbed hold of her arms and maneuvered them so he had somehow ended up on top, though how exactly he mastered that, she was unsure. "Didn't think I'd let you stay in control, did you?" he asked, a sexy smirk on his face. Savannah merely bit her lip, still a little in shock at how he had gotten on top.

He reached down, feeling how wet she was through her panties, and he grinned. "Oh you're wet," he told her as if she didn't already know. "You want me," he continued.

"You're ruining the moment," she told him, but he could tell she was still turned on.

"You want me," he repeated in singsong manner, sliding his finger up and down her opening.

She was practically bucking her hips up into his hand, wanting more. "Say it."

She looked up at him. "You wish, hot shot." She refused to give in to him just yet.

"Say it," he said, his thumb going to her clit and giving it a nice rub.

"Mmm," she hummed.

He slid a finger inside her. "Say it." She still refused. A second finger went inside. "Tell me you want me," he said, looking down in her eyes.

He curled his fingers just the right way and she couldn't resist any longer. "Fuck me, Tyler," she begged aloud.

"Your wish is my command," he said, swiftly taking his fingers out of her, causing her to sigh slightly, wanting to be filled again. "Condom in the top drawer, can you reach it?" he asked, and she twisted her arm to open the drawer, feeling around for a condom, finally grabbing one. He took it from her hand and ripped it open, easily sliding it onto himself. Savannah refused to think about how many times he'd done that in the past.

He didn't waste much time sliding into her, knowing she was slick enough that he'd have no problems. "Damn," he groaned as he slid all the way in. He got a rhythm he liked and looked down to see she seemed to be enjoying it as well.

"Fuck, Ty," she moaned as she reached up and put her hand on the back of his neck. She would slide her hips up every time he thrusted in, making him slide in even deeper. "Tyler," she repeated his name, causing Tyler to bite his lip as he concentrated on her body and how she moved as he was going inside her.

He leaned down kissing her chest, and she leaned her head back, her hair sprawled on the bedsheets, exposing her throat, which he took advantage of, moving his lips there. She moved her head back up so she could kiss his lips.

He moved away only so he could thrust a little harder and a little faster, his hands on her hips, making sure they were moving just the way he wanted. She had forgotten all about being in charge by this point, enjoying exactly what he was doing to her body.

His pace quickened even more, and when he removed one of his hands from her hips so he could rub her clit with his thumb, she couldn't take it anymore, and her body started shuddering as her orgasm took over her body.

Tyler was enjoying watching her so much that he came himself as her body continued shaking. She was screaming out in pleasure, and he let out a low growl. He stayed inside her as she finally came down from her high, finally sliding out of her as she laid on the bed, trying to catch her breath.

He moved, disposing of the condom on the floor as he climbed back to the top of the bed next to her, laying down beside her. "So," he said, not really knowing how to form words right now.

"So," she repeated, turning her head and smiling at him.

"I can honestly say I've never done that before."

"What? Had sex?" she joked.

"Connected with someone and had that good of sex," he said, putting his arm above his head, allowing her to see the tattoos on his bicep.

"Tyler Seguin, are you using a line on me, trying to tell me that was the best sex you've ever had?" she questioned, not believing him. She knew he'd had a lot of sex, and she doubted that was the best he'd ever had. Though, she had to admit it might be the best she had ever had.

He turned his head to look over at her. "Not a line, actually the best sex I've ever had."

"I don't believe you," she told him, though he was pretty convincing. "But, if you were looking to get rid of me now, I don't think I can stand up, let alone walk out of here," she admitted.

He had a smug look on his face. "Good thing I don't want you going anywhere. We've got round two coming up in a bit," he said in an almost challenging tone, as if he didn't know if she could go for another round.

"Let me rest first," she said with a chuckle as she moved so her head was on his chest and she reached up, tracing his tattoo with her finger. He moved his arm so it was around her, his thumb rubbing small circles on her side.

"Deal," he told her. He wasn't going to admit it, but laying like this was just about as good as the sex they'd just had.

Notes

Happy Friday :)