I smack her pussy, and she jolts with a gasp before it turns into a relieved sigh. I do it again, revelling in the way she squirms beneath me. Three more swift taps, followed by the flat of my fingers rubbing down her centre, just briefly dipping into her opening. I can see her pussy throb in response. I pull back to spit on her, then keep caressing up and down, before I sink two fingers inside of her and fuck her hard and fast.
Isabelle screams, but I don’t let up. Her legs tremble and fight the intensity, but I keep going, pumping and pumping into her with my fingers while my tongue pushes down on her clit.
“Oh! Ohhh! Gaaaage!” My name ends in a cry just as her release gushes all over my hand. I keep thrusting my fingers up, hitting the rough patch of her G-spot, while Isabelle continues to squirt all over my hand, down my wrist, and drips onto the sheets. I’m summoning strength not to finish right along with her at the mesmerising sight of her release.
Her pussy is squeezing my fingers so tight, clenching around them as her release keeps coating me. I slowly pull my fingers out once she comes down, then swat her sensitive pussy a few times, making her quiver with every tap.
I am not gonna last long. My desperation for her is rampant and unhinged, and my skin crawls with unease, so ready to come. I run my hands over her thighs, my heart thrashing in my chest as I take in the slightly pink skin between them. My stubble has marked her up like a claim of my possession. I lay sweet kisses on them, soothing them before I move up her sweat-soaked skin until I reach her face.
Her cheeks are flushed, eyes squeezed shut, and eyebrows furrowed as she gasps for air.
“You doing okay, baby?” I ask softly.
Her eyes fly open, the deep blue almost gone with how blown out her pupils are.
“Kiss me,” she demands.
My hand grips the back of her neck, hauling her lips to mine. The way she kisses me with unabashed hunger has my dick weeping for her. I run my tongue along her lower lip, and she chases it with her own. I can’t get enough of the way she kisses. My heart punches against my chest, viciously seeking the solace this connection to her brings.
I can’t wait any longer. I stand and rid myself of my underwear, my hard dick slapping my stomach once it’s free. Isabelle stares at me as I move around the other side of the bed until I’m standing at her head. Crouching down, I thread both my hands under her neck, laying a deep kiss to her lips before pulling her body further up the bed, letting her head hang off the edge, then I crawl over and down her body, licking and kissing as I go.
I draw her knees up so her feet are planted on the mattress, then hook my hands around her thighs and let my tongue lap, long and slow, along her glistening pussy.
She sighs and rocks her hips as Igently eat her. She’s no doubt sensitive from squirting before, so I keep my mouth and tongue soft and light.
“That’s so good,” she whimpers.
I move my hands to grip her hips, helping her ride my face as I worship her. Because there’s no other word for it. Iworshipher. And just as I think I couldn’t ache for her more, I feel a wet tongue curiously dance over one of my barbells.
I freeze and groan. My eyes roll to the back of my head from the sensation. Isabelle must take that as an invitation to keep going, daring her tongue to run along my length, hitting the three bottom barbells and all the way to my balls.
“Shit,” I say on a huff as my head falls to her hip.
Her tongue runs up and down, just as slow and sensual as I was working her pussy. Her body undulates beneath mine, and I look down, watching just as her tongue flicks over the head of my dick, causing me to shudder.
I slowly pump my hips as my fingers dip into her entrance, and I let my tongue join in.
The room fills with our tender moans, and my limbs tingle with how emotionally charged the act is. I can feel every touch so deeply. Heat engulfs my cheeks, my chest constricts, and my toes curl.
Our bodies crash against each other like waves, pleasure colliding as it builds to an intensity I’m not ready for.
I bury my face in her cunt, lapping up every quivering inch. Nipping at the sensitive flesh, sucking on her clit, and playing tag team on her entrance with my tongue and fingers.
She’s groaning over my cock, her tongue and mouth making a mess. I move my thumb to her clit, rubbing in circles, humming as she shakes beneath me.
“I’m gonna come!I’m gonna come!” she chants.
“Give it to me, Isabelle,” I say, increasing my speed. “I need it.”
She whimpers, and when her thighs squeeze my head, I just want to die here. This must be some kind of heaven.
Her pussy clenches around my fingers, and the room goes alarmingly quiet before Isabelle releases a cathartic cry. I ease her down, slowing my pace and kissing her hip and thighs before retreating up her body.
“Are you okay?”
She opens her eyes, and they’re glassy with unshed tears. My heart constricts with panic.
“Fuck, baby. Did I hurt you?”
