The heat between our bodies feels like flames. Her lips trail kisses over my chest, and her hands drift down to my belt, the metal clink of my buckle sounding unnaturally loud in the quiet of our room. My cock is as hard as stone at this point, desperate for her touch and to be released. Her hands brush over my erection as she slowly unzips me and pulls my trousers down. I realise I’m breathless in anticipation and work to slow my breathing. It’s been so long since I’ve been in a sexual relationship with someone new. I feel like a teenager all over again. Only this time, I know how to pleasure a woman.
“Touch yourself, James,” Isabelle whispers.
“Iz… I… erm…” I stammer, blushing now. I don’t know what to say, how to express my awkwardness.
“James? Tell me, why do you feel embarrassed about your body?” she asks softly.
“I… erm… Well, I’ve never done that with an audience.” In truth, I did it once with Laura, but she huffed and told me to stop.
“James, I’ll push your boundaries but will never make you do something you absolutely don’t want to do. But I’d love to see how you like to be touched. Will you do that for me, James?” Her voice is all smooth and sultry now.
Well, shit. I can’t say no to that. The desire in her voice, her wanting to see me stroke my cock, pulls me in. My hand moves to my boxers, and I slide my hand in,
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wrapping it around my thick, hard cock as I work my hand up and down. Her eyes trail down, watching me work myself.
“Boxers off, James.” Her instruction is soft but firm. “I want to see you, all of you.”
I pull my boxers down, my dick springing free. Stepping out of them, I take hold of my erection and start stroking again. Beads of precum leak from the tip, and I see Isabelle lick her lips. I run my thumb over the head, smearing it over my tip, and start pumping faster. A groan escapes my lips, and a slow tension builds in my balls. Isabelle’s breathing quickens. She steps up to me and slowly starts kissing me again, her tongue searching and moving in my mouth. Her full, soft breasts press against my chest, her nipples stiff against my skin.
My knuckles brush against her soft tummy as I slow my strokes. Our bodies press against each other now. Her breath warms my shoulder as she nestles in close, her arms wrapping around me. Every part of me lights up with the contact. I feel my balls tighten, that familiar pressure building. Feeling her pressed against me, skin to skin, warmth flooding me, my breath coming in short pants now.
“Good boy, James. I knew you could do it. I want you to stop now.”
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She cannot be serious. My balls are tight, and a groan escapes me. My hand slows as she strokes the nape of my neck, her fingers weaving into my hair. She takes a step back, and I take her in, her chest flushed and her lips swollen from kissing, her dress still draped around her waist with her full, heavy breasts begging to be devoured. Her long dark waves mussed around her shoulders, her eyes sparkling with desire—a sight to be adored
She looks like a goddess, standing there, waiting to be worshipped. She turns and starts towards the bed, unzipping the back of her dress until it falls to the floor as she walks, leaving the view of her hair trailing down her perfect hourglass figure. Her luscious full ass cheeks are showcased by a black lace thong, giving a slight jiggle as she walks, hypnotising me with the sway of her hips. My lips part, desperate to taste her, to run my lips over those hips and cheeks, to dip my tongue between her thighs and make her moan loudly.
“Iz, please, let me taste you,” I practically beg, my voice thick as I swallow, my eyes unable to leave her.
She climbs onto the bed, kneeling up and facing me, her thumbs hooked into the waistband at her hips. She pauses as her eyes drift down my body, taking me in, and I feel rooted to the spot, unable to speak, hanging onto her every word, just waiting for her to say the words I'm desperate to hear.
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“I want you. I want you to show me how much you love to eat pussy. I want to feel your tongue gliding through me, your fingers inside me, your lips on mine, sucking and teasing. Can you do that for me?” she asks, somehow still looking innocent whilst sounding anything but. “Can you make me come for you, James?” She slowly slides her thong off, hanging it from her finger before letting it fall to the floor.
With that, I stalk to the bed and take her face in my hands, devouring her mouth, biting her lower lip between mine as I drag my teeth over it. She looks up at me, our gazes fixed on each other, and she lets out a soft laugh.
“They weren’t the lips I was talking about.”
“Oh, I fucking know that, Isabelle,” I growl out, and I guide her body back onto the bed as I lie between her legs. My lips travel down her soft skin, leaving a trail of hot kisses from her collarbone to her breasts. I take each nipple into my mouth, suckling and swirling my tongue around the now-pebbled peaks, my teeth grazing over them, and I hear the soft gasps she emits, satisfaction coursing through me.
My hands knead her breasts, and I feel her breathing quicken, her chest rising faster. My teeth graze the side of her ribs as I make my way down, making her moan, and it’s a sound I want to remember for the rest of my life. My
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cock is so hard now, hearing her pleasured moans and gasps, feeling her hips writhing beneath me.
I grip her hips gently to keep her in place and nestle my body between her thighs, my lips gently kissing and biting at her thighs.
“Oh… James…” she breathes out. I cannot get enough of her, of hearing my name on her lips.
“Iz, I’ve thought of nothing else every time I’m around you. I’ve wanted this for so long. You’re so fucking beautiful,” I growl, my tongue now making its way through her wet slit. I drag it up slowly from between her cheeks up to her clit, now swollen and sensitive, and she gasps as I flick my tongue over it. I slide a finger inside her pussy, hot and wet, feeling her clamp down on me. I groan, and she pushes her fingers through my hair, gripping my head and pushing me down harder.
If I suffocate here, I will die a very happy man indeed. Seeing her need, her pleasure, has me on the edge. I can feel my dick throbbing, begging for friction, for contact to push me over. I grind my hips into the bed, chasing the pressure.
