I close my eyes and breathe.
I can finally breathe.
Yes, Miss
Chapter 52
Isabelle
As we reach James’s front door, he pauses and turns to me. He smiles, takes his keys out and starts to twirl a key around the ring, freeing one and handing it to me.
“I’ll let you do the honours. I've been a busy boy today.”
What has he done? I give him a suspicious side eye and a smile as I slip the key into the lock. A sudden bout of nerves strikes me as I realise that this isn't just James’ front door now; it’s ours. I’m moving in.
I step in through the porch and gasp. I’ve stepped into a whole new house. Three framed photos of us hang in beautiful dark wood frames on the hallway wall, and a barley-coloured runner trails along the wooden flooring. I stand in front of the first picture, and our happy faces at a restaurant table look back at me. I can't help but smile at the memory.
Alexandra Ravensbrook
“Keep going. There's more.” James whispers next to me, startling me and making me jump. I step in front of the living room door, and my heart skips a beat. A shiny black baby grand piano sits in the bay window.
“Oh my God! I can't believe you got one! I've always wanted a baby grand. I'm so jealous!” I rush out in excitement.
“It's all yours, baby. Consider it a welcome home present.”
I fling my arms around his neck, kissing him, feeling him all over me, as his hands wrap around my waist and make their way down to cup my ass cheeks, his strong fingertips digging into my flesh and pulling my hips tight to his. His hardening cock presses into me, stirring a need to hold him, make love to him, take him deep and slow and show him just how much I love him.
I pull back, his eyes dark with lust as he groans in disappointment. I take his hand and lead him to the piano, backing him into the stool and pressing down on his shoulders to make him sit. He drops down and spreads his legs open, allowing me to step forward into him. My hands cup his face as I lean down to kiss him again, his tongue pushing against the seam of my lips, and I let him in, his soft tongue claiming my mouth, like he has claimed every part of my heart.
Yes, Miss
I lift my skirt and lower myself to straddle him and take a moment to just hold him, feeling the beat of his heart and the cadence of his breathing, before running my hands up the nape of his neck, gripping his hair and pulling his head back.
He lets out a soft moan, his hard cock pressing against my core.
“Eyes on me, pet,” I murmur, my voice velvety soft. My hands cup my breasts, thumb strokes rolling over my hardening nipples. “Take my top and bra off, baby,” I instruct.
He obeys instantly, his fingers darting to the hem of my top and pulling upwards, his eyes never leaving mine as he pulls the soft fabric over my head and drops it to the floor.
“And now my bra,” I purr into his ear, my breath playing over his neck, a ripple of goosebumps appearing under my lips. His fingers slide under the clasp at my back. My bra straps glide down my shoulders; his breath stutters when my breasts spill free, inches from his lips.
He palms them, mesmerised as he squeezes them softly.
“Good boy,” I coo, arching, pushing my chest toward his mouth. “Now kiss them and lick.”
Alexandra Ravensbrook
His tongue swirls over one taut nipple, then the other, in a slow worship. He sucks, gentle pulls on my nipple making my pussy clench in a mirrored hunger.
I watch as he pleasures me, and the wet drag of his tongue leaves cooling trails across my skin. “That’s it,” I whisper, weaving my fingers through his dark hair, guiding him, encouraging. “Suck a little harder, darling.” I gasp, needing more intensity and wanting him to leave his marks on my skin. He moans, the sound vibrating through my sensitive flesh.
My hips roll involuntarily, the seam of his jeans pressing hot against my begging pussy. Sparks shoot from nipple to clit, every suck a slow stroke to my very core, increasing my desperation for him. I sit back with my arms atop the piano keys, and my eyes drop to his hard bulge behind his zip.
“Unbutton.” He follows, his hand moving quickly to his jeans.
He pops the button and slides the zip down, his cock pushing free, and I reach forward. I slide his cock out, thick and veined, the head already slick with pre-cum. I give his cock a tight squeeze, forcing a few more drops to spill out. My thumb brushes the slit, collecting the pearl of pre-cum and bringing it to my lips, desperate to taste. He watches, dazed, as I slowly wipe my finger over the tip of my tongue and hum in appreciation.
Yes, Miss
