My hands reach the tops of her inner thighs, fingertips brushing against the lace of her panties.
"Vaginal sex? Absolutely from me." She smiles, her breath catching as my fingertips continue to brush against her pussy through the damp lace.
"One hundred percent from me," I grin, deciding to move my hands toward her ass cheeks and keep her guessing. She raises an eyebrow at the movement but carries on.
"Anal? It’s a yes from me. A personal favourite, I must admit," she smirks, a cheeky glint playing in her eyes.
Oh God, I’ve always wanted to do that, but Laura never even entertained it. "To give it? I’d love to try. To receive… I… I honestly don’t know." I shrug, moving my hands around to the sides of her hips, massaging the soft flesh beneath my fingers. Her skirt is now completely up, around her waist.
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"Hmm, interesting. I can work with that. Toys?" Her hips resume rocking, my hands pulling her to me, grinding her down onto me. Her eyes glaze over for a few seconds before she shakes her head and gives me a warning look.
"Happy to try," I say, my hands coming around to the front of her hips, my thumbs resting over her pubic bone, just tipping the top of her slit.
"Edging or orgasm denial? Absolute no from me as a recipient, but I may use it as a form of discipline if you’re happy with that."
"Edging, yes. Orgasm denial? Iz, that’s just too cruel! But I’ll go with what you think." My thumbs now circle her clit, applying firm pressure through her panties.
Her breaths start to come faster and shorter, biting her bottom lip, her eyes closing, her head falling back. I’m transfixed watching her as she takes in her pleasure. After a further minute or so, she shifts position and sits further up, her breasts now inches from my face.
“Body worshipping?...Various body parts... any particular favourites?” She gasps in a shallow breath before continuing. “It's not my thing to do, but I love to be on the receiving end.” She lets out a breathy laugh.
“I. Would. Worship. Every. Inch. Of. You. If. You. Let. Me,” I say, interspersing each word with a kiss across her
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collarbones. Her neck arches to give me more room. She smells amazing. Floral and sweet, her skin as soft as silk.
“Role play, including various roles such as Master and slave, Domme and sub, pet play,” she whispers, a moan escaping her lips as she does.
“Domme and sub is my thing. Not much of a role player myself.” My hands move to her soft stomach, my nails running gently over her skin.
“Good… Oh God… We both agree,” she sighs, her head falling forward. “Nipple play? Including clamps? It’s a yes from me.” She moans softly, clearly enjoying her skin being scratched gently, as I watch her, making a mental note of all her reactions.
Thinking of how her hands had felt on my nipples earlier, I’m eager to explore this. “Again, happy to try.” My hands run up to her ribs and just under her bra cups, trailing my fingers back and forth.
“Ropes, handcuffs…” Her tone changes to a quiet, serious one as she visibly steadies herself. “Bondage?” My ears prick at the hesitation in her voice.
“Iz? What’s up?” I ask quietly, wanting her to open up to me, to tell me what upsets her so I can understand her more.
“Not now, James, please.” Her eyes plead.
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“Okay. Yes. I’m happy to try. I’ve never done it, but I’m open.” My hands trail the back of her bra straps, slowly undoing the clasps. Silently, I wish I could kill the person who may have hurt her in the past. Given her previous response, something happened where she was restrained or powerless. A cowardly fucker who needed to subdue a woman against her will to get what he wanted. If I ever find out who it was, God help him.
“Gags? Not for me…” She shrugs.
“Can’t say that would work for me either.” My thumbs brush over her nipples, rolling them between my fingers and thumbs, gently pinching. Gasps escape her now. Her hands meet mine, kneading her breasts, feeling the full soft weight giving under my grasp, spilling out of my hands. I lift her shirt to reveal her full breasts and take her left nipple into my mouth, sucking and licking. Isabelle’s hips rock against my cock, only a thin layer of lace between her pussy and my pants. A small damp patch forms from her wetness.
Desperate to unzip myself, my hand reaches down between us, but hers lands on mine with a small shake of her head. She slides my hand back to her pussy.
“Impact play,” she whispers, still rocking on me, her hand holding mine against her pussy, applying pressure to her clit. “I like giving, but that’s up to you.”
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She’s killing me. I want to bury myself inside her, feel her pussy tighten around me, squeezing my cock the way she squeezes against my fingers.
