“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I shake my head, full of nerves. “It’s just, I got another tattoo the other day.”
“I’m so sorry, did I hurt you?”
I quickly kiss her in reassurance. “Never, baby. You just might want to, ah—prepare yourself.”
“Well, that’s vague.”
I twist so I can sit on the edge of the bed, my casted leg still leaning against the floor. Putting my hands behind my neck, I pull my shirt over my head.
Isabelle’s eyes instantly lock on my chest, where her name sits over my heart. Buttercups and leaves are woven around the letters, like the sunshine she wraps around me.
“You—” She blows out a breath as her eyes well with tears. “You tattooed my name on yourself?”
“As close to my heart as I could get.”
My fingers tap against my leg as I wait for her to say something. Anything. Instead, she crawls onto my lap and seals her lips against mine, stopping only to pull her jumper off. I bury my hand into her loose curls as the other comes behind her back, unclasping her bra. We both pull at the straps, moaning together as her bare skin touches mine. Our hands explore, desperate to feeleverything.Declaring our intentions with every touch—promising safety, respect, honesty,love.
Our kisses become urgent. Ravenous. It’s not enough to simply feel her against me. I need to be inside her. I lean back on my arms, dragging us up the bed and falling against the pillows, with Isabelle still seated on my lap.
She shifts her legs between mine, then guides her lips under my jaw in a move that has me curling my toes. She kisses down my neck. My hands find her waist, squeezing at the smooth skin there as if there’s any hope of restraining the need I want to give in to. She moves to my chest, paying careful attention to my tattoo before taking my nipple between her teeth. I gasp as my cock thickens and twitches in my shorts.
She looks up at me from under her lashes, fully aware that she’s turning me to putty with the way she teases me. Her lips move down my ribs, my stomach, my hips until she reaches the waistband of my shorts. Dipping her fingers inside, she starts tugging. I lift my hips, allowing her to undress me, all while anticipation makes sparks prickle over my body.
Isabelle carefully works my clothes over the cast, then tosses them over her shoulder, before stepping off the bed to pull off her leggings and underwear. Standing at the foot of my bed, she looks like a dream I couldn’t conjure with my wildest imagination.
With her eyes on me, she lowers back onto the bed, crawling up my body. When she hovers over my cock, there’s a devious glint in her eye before her tongue darts out, licking from root to tip and all along my barbells.
I shudder as pure bliss invades my senses. She continues caressing me with her tongue. I didn’t realise slow devotion could be such sweet torture. I feel myself go cross-eyed as she sucks my crown into her mouth. Her palms run up my legs and stomach, fingertips scratching against my skin as they move back down.
I’m gripping the sheets when she sucks on my tip again, trying not to blow my load before I’ve had a chance to get her offfirst, but it’s like she’s performing some form of sensual voodoo on me.
“Sit on my face.” I’m almost shouting at her, trying to lock down the composure that’s abandoned me.
Isabelle tilts her head, smiling around my dick, knowing I’m on the brink of release. I throw my head back against the pillow, whimpering as I try to think unsexy thoughts. My goddamn arsecheeks are clenched tight as I desperately fight off the tingles simmering in my spine.
“Please,” I beg, my chest heaving. “Please. You come first, baby.”
“Since you asked so nicely.”
She moves up my body, and the moment her mouth is in front of mine, I crush my lips against hers. “You’re a little vixen, you know that?” I bite at her skin before soothing it with my tongue. “Now, grab the headboard, and ride my fucking face.”
I hook my arms under her legs, guiding her up my chest until her pussy hovers over where I’m aching for her. With my hands braced on her hips, I pull her onto my mouth, sinking my tongue inside her.
I look up as she lets her head drop back, the sound of her deep moan echoing off the walls. She holds the bed frame as she rocks her hips back and forth, matching the rhythm of my tongue as I lap up her arousal.
I groan as she drips over my beard, hypnotised by the way she seems lost to her pleasure. It turns me feral, frenzied for the reward of her orgasm. I want her seeing stars. Forgetting her name. Shattering the fucking windows with her screams.
I pull her harder against my face, eating her with brutal adoration. Sucking her clit, biting her pussy, and fucking her with my tongue.
Just as I needed, her moans transform into breathless cries, her hips snapping quicker in their pursuit of the finish line.
I can feel as she clenches around me. I bring a hand up to her mouth, offering her my thumb. “Open, baby.”
She looks down at me, then to my thumb, and sucks it into her mouth, swirling around it. I bring it to her clit, drawing circles, as my tongue flicks inside her.
She chokes out a cry, and I quickly move my other hand further up her back, holding her weight as she gives into her release. I don’t stop, even as her orgasm floods my tongue and her legs shake where they’re wrapped around my head. I keep working until she’s breathless.
