"S-stop," she barely manages to squeak out.
A wicked laugh escapes my chest, "Oh, honey, that was just pathetic."
She wiggles again, her ass rubbing back and forth against my cock. Even through the layers of clothes, I'm hyperaware of everywhere our bodies meet. "Fight me, Isla. Make me stop. Otherwise, I'm about to rip these fucking pants down and bury my cock inside this little cunt again."
"Eamon," she pleads, but she could fight me off if she wanted to. She's practiced it enough times that she could get at least a few seconds. But she doesn't even really try; just writhes between me and the table, driving me mad with her movements.
The first time I got to fuck her, it was all frenzy and need and a race to finally feel her wrapped around me before sense could stop me.
But this time, I need to feel every inch of her body, run my teeth along each curve and learn every spot that makes her fucking weak.
Releasing her hair and trusting that she'll stay still, I lower to my knees behind her, dragging her stupid fucking sweats down with me until they fall off her ankles onto the floor.
"Don't fucking move," I order.
But she doesn't listen, using the opportunity to try to close her legs and protest, though half-heartedly, at best.
"Eamon," she mumbles my name, "We- we can't. We shouldn't."
I run my tongue along the back of one thigh, making her breath hitch. "And why not?"
"It's just..." I interrupt her thought with a gentle bite, using my palms to push her legs apart as I work higher toward my goal. "It's a bad idea."
"I don't know," I tell her, eyes almost rolling into my head as my gaze lands on the unmistakable wet spot between her legs in that little black thong. "Fuck— yeah, from down here, this seems like the best idea I've ever had."
A half-moan, half-laugh escapes her, turning into a full moan as my tongue runs against the fabric, soaking up the smell of her barely covered sex. With a groan, I hook my fingers into the waistband, pulling it down slowly and impatiently, waiting for her delicious cunt to be revealed to me again.
"Ohhh, Isla," I moan her name, the pink folds of her glistening and begging me to play with them. "Fuck, you're so pretty. All I've thought about is how good this pussy looks with my cum dripping out of it. Thinking about all the different ways I can fill it again."
A choked breath leaves Isla as my fingers gently trace her, finding a path that my tongue will very shortly follow. She wiggles, her powerless position finally registering as her feet dangle several inches off the floor.
With another warning bite against her inner thigh, I grip her plump ass in both hands, spreading her wide so I can dip my tongue between her folds, gliding between them and gathering all her sweetness in my mouth.
Closing my eyes with a moan, I savor every bit of her, spreading her wider while my tongue traces her slick opening, teasing across every sensitive inch while avoiding her clit until she's desperate for it. Over and over, I dodge the place she wants me the most, her moans turning frustrated while I groan into her hot flesh. "You taste so good, my little hunter. You definitely taste like you want this. All this fucking slick your pussy keeps giving me to play with—fuck—you're so perfect."
With a pained, defeated moan, she moves again, this time trying frantically to find more friction, rubbing herself against my face. I groan into her delicious, soft sex, finally letting my tongue find her clit, pushing flat against it, making her cry out.
As much as she can in my punishing grip, she rocks her hips, hoping to guide me where her body needs me, even in this utterly powerless position she's in. I make my tongue grow, notto its full monstrous size, but enough that when I slide it inside her, it caresses her walls, her slick coating it so thoroughly I'll carry her taste with me for-fucking-ever, if I'm lucky.
She releases a shocked squeal, followed by a delicious fluttering of the hot walls around me. Replacing my tongue with two fingers and making her cry out again, I tease Isla, speaking against where my fingers spear into her, licking up every drop I can as her body releases it. "Tell me how good it feels."
A frustrated whine comes from the top of the table, Isla fighting a losing battle against me and her body. But I need to push her over the edge into delirium. The only things she should be able to say—scream— are my name,more, andplease.Maybe evenharder.
I shove my tongue back inside that hot cavern, earning me a pained moan as she rocks, fucking herself on me. I let my thumb find her clit, rubbing against it and getting all fucking wet and slippery— reveling in all the wetness my little Isla offers me, all the sloppy, delicious slick I can use to take her pleasure higher and higher.
With my thumb thoroughly coated, I let my hand travel up, over the curve of her ass, slowly traversing between her cheeks until I find the spot that makes her freeze.
"Eamon," Isla grits out.
I fight back a chuckle, waiting for a protest. And when she doesn't make one, I press my thumb against the tight ring of muscles. Not breaching, just applying slight pressure to bring her insanity and pleasure so intense she's powerless against it.
Her breathing speeds, her pants of need and anticipation making my dick ache where it waits in my pants. I fuck her thoroughly with my tongue, the visions surrounding me making everything awash in a sea of red, her gorgeous cunt stretching around my tongue, her puckered hole relaxing against myministrations, the filthy sounds of her pleasure filling the space between my ears like a fucking siren song.
I moan with her, the vibrations making her scream as she pushes back against me further. Her legs start twitching, the impending orgasm rapidly barreling towards us.
But I need her to come on my cock, or I actually might fucking die.
Easing my tongue from her warmth, I stand. Her frustrated moan makes me chuckle, and I playfully slap her ass to remind her to behave.
