He parted the front of the shirt, and I automatically let out my hands from the sleeves, making it fall to the floor behind me. I heaved a sigh as his palms rubbed my breasts, pressing slightly on my already-sensitive nipples.
“Between these rosy buds and those sexy lips of yours, I don’t know which I love the most,” he divulged, rolling my nipples with his fingers as he swallowed my low moans in a hungry kiss.
“Put your arms around me,” he instructed as his lips moved to my neck.
I brought my hands around his neck, and his left hand trailed lower until his fingers were in my panties.
“Is it just me, or you’re wet already?” he asked, his voice dangerously low as he rubbed my core.
Before I could ask him not to tease me, his other hand reached behind me to undo my bun, making my hair cascade down my upper body.
I sucked in a breath, and my back arched as two fingers entered my pussy. My hand locked behind his neck was the only thing keeping me from buckling over to the floor.
His mouth captured my nipple, and he sucked and nibbled, accelerating my race to orgasm. Then he moved to the other nipple, his fingers moving even faster.
“Yes…yes…yes…” I moaned, my eyes unable to focus as my whole body quivered on his lap.
“Come for me,” he urged. “I can’t wait to taste you all over my fingers.”
That did it.
My back arched even higher as my knees weakened and my whole body quaked. Pleasure washed over me as a galaxy of stars exploded inside me.
He didn’t stop moving his fingers and, just like that, the race to another bubble of ecstasy began. His eyes were locked on mine as he moved even faster, the orbs darkening with something that looked like desire.
“Oh…yeah…I…fuck…” I babbled as a second orgasm washed over me.
When he pulled his wet fingers out, his eyes remained on me as he licked them clean, making me want that mouth all over me.
He leaned back and pulled me into him, my panting melding with the movement of his hard chest. He brought his arms around my naked back, holding me close in a way that made me feel strange.
We remained like that for a few more minutes: the silence wrapping around us like a blanket or sated lust, with the television sounds a distant murmur in our minds.
Until I sat up, making him move his hands to my waist.
“Your turn,” I said, my hands cupping his length through his black joggers.
“Isabella,” he called, his low voice betraying the effect my touch had on him. “You don’t have to.”
“You called it a compromise. It works both ways.”
He held my wrists, stopping me from moving my hands.
“Giving you pleasure has also given me satisfaction,” he informed. “For now.”
“Besides, I’d rather you owed me. I can ask for it anytime later. Only if you can take it?”
“Have it your way, then,” I answered, rolling my eyes.
“I love it when you do that. I find it sexy as hell.”
I had nothing to say to that. A situation that was probably made worse due to the fact that I only had panties on.
As if he read my mind, he released my hand and took his white T-shirt off, bringing it over my head. I put my hands through and pulled it down.
“I look good on you,” he whispered, pulling me into him again.
Why do I feel all warm?!
