“Yeah.” She sighs.
“Are you naked under this?”
“I ju—I just got out of the shower.” Her words are breathy and full of want.
“You answered the door at night, not knowing who it was, with only a bathrobe covering this beautiful body?”
“I had a good hunch it was you.” Her legs squirm where they bracket my thighs, and her chest heaves.
I quickly stand, earning a delighted squeal from her and walk around the side of the bed. Dropping her on the mattress, I plant my hands beside her head, caging her in as I stare down.
I drop a kiss on her mouth before drawing back and loosening the tie at her waist.
Creamy skin as soft as silk. Perfectly rounded breasts with dusty pink nipples already forming into hardened peaks. My cock surges to life at the sight of her.
I bend to leave a kiss beside her belly button, on her hip, then the tiny butterfly tattoo she has inked nearby. Her body writhes as she fights to stay still.
Picking up one arm, I guide it out of the sleeve and then the other. Isabelle keeps her eyes on me, watching my every move. Slowly, I pull at the buttons of my shirt, then toss it on the floor. I unbuckle my belt next and pop the button of my suit pants, leaving a trail of discarded clothes until I’m left in nothing but a pair of black briefs.
I crawl up her body, hovering above her until I reach her collarbone. I drop a kiss against her skin, still warm and supple from her shower, then move down the valley of her breasts. My tongue darts out, quickly flicking her nipple, and she gasps. Her back arches when I suck it into my mouth. I bring a hand up to massage her other breast, rubbing my thumb over her, and she moans. My mouth moves down her torso, licking, kissing, sucking every inch of skin I can find. By the time I make it to the apex of her thighs, her legs are quivering.
“Baby, we’ve barely started,” I tease, blowing on her cunt as she writhes beneath me.
With both hands, I hold onto her knees and pull her open, exposing her pink and glistening pussy to me.
“Fuck, Buttercup. You’ve got the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” I lick from her opening to her clit. “Mmm, and you taste so fucking good.”
“Gage.” She groans.
“I think we can do better than that,” I say, pushing her knees up higher, pinning her in place, and then I bury my face in her. My tongue laps up and down, demanding her arousal. I suck her clit into my mouth, then gently graze my teeth over her, making her cry out.
Her hips twist, thrusting against my face as her breathing turns loud and ragged. I hold one leg up, then throw the other one over my shoulder so my hand can reach her pussy.
My tongue flicks her clit as two fingers tease her entrance.
“Oh, Gage.”
“That’s better. But I want it louder, Isabelle.” I push my fingers inside, and fuck, she’s so wet. So warm and tight, welcoming me in.
I set a steady pace of fucking her with my fingers, rotating my wrist and holding it deep, while my tongue caresses her clit. Her leg that hangs over my back pushes into me as her thighs clench the side of my head.
“Oh my god, that feels so good.” The words end with a whimper, and I slowly increase the pace of my hand, then draw in her clit, flicking it with my tongue.
“Oh!” She gasps. “Yes!”
I can feel her pussy start to contract around my fingers, so I slow down my movements, then go back to gently kissing her clit. Her leg relaxes around me. The second I feel her relax into the mattress, I tease a third finger at her entrance before pushing inside slowly. I hook upwards, drawing in and out slowly, while my tongue moves fast. When I feel her thighs tense, my fingers thrust, quick and shallow.
“Oh, holy shit!” Isabelle screams and arches her back. “Oh! Gage!” I don’t let up as I feel her getting closer and closer. My dickis straining in my briefs. I so badly want to sink inside her, but if I can’t get her off at least twice first, then I don’t fucking deserve it.
Isabelle’s body gets stiff and tight, and I stop, pulling my fingers from her and moving my lips to kiss up her inner thighs.
“Gage,” she pleads.
I bring my hand back to her pussy, my fingers slide with ease through the wetness, and my tongue darts out. Little licks, teasing her clit as I play with her, bringing her need back up.
“I need more,” she begs, rolling her hips and chasing the relief she desperately craves.
“I know, baby.” I kiss all around her pretty cunt, worshipping her and working myself up with the way her moans grow longer. Louder.
