I’m a more than happy participant in this relationship and today I want it all. I will give her as many orgasms as she demands but I need to be inside her tonight.
‘I told you, princess. Bad girls get punished.’ I growl, nibbling the flesh of her neck through my mask.
Isla moans in response, gripping my forearm for leverage as her legs almost give out.
Her feet are off the floor in an instant as I lift her, manoeuvring her body so that her legs wrap around my hips and I walk us to the wall. Isla’s back connects with the dark surface and I drink her in.
Her neck is red where I had my teeth moments ago and the mark looks perfect on her. A light sheen of sweat coats her pale skin, the lanterns' orange hues giving the illusion that she is glowing. Although it’s not an illusion because it know it’s true. This incredibly beautiful woman has been glowing since the day I met her and I never want her to stop.
‘You’re incredible, baby.’
‘I’m getting heavy,’ she protests and I scoff.
‘You are most certainly not heavy,’ and to prove just how wrong she is I grip her ass and lift her above my head in one clean move. Using the leverage on the wall, I wrap her legs around my shoulders, allowing her pussy to sit perfectly in front of my face.
‘Mmm. I’ve missed you, princess.’
Isla squeals a giggle and fuck if I care that anyone could hear it. All I can focus on is hearing her happiness again, so I do what any man who is madly obsessed with the mother of his child would. I bury my face between her thighs and inhale deeply.
Isla gasps, threading her fingers through my loose hair and tugs so that my mask falls around my neck. I oblige, looking up at her flushed expression and grin.
‘What are you doing?’ She asks. It comes out breathlessly, and I know for certain she can’t help but be aroused by my antics.
‘You know exactly what I’m doing,’ I lick my lips.
‘You can’t do that…’ she looks up and down the corridor. ‘Here.’
‘I can do whatever I want.’
‘Liam, what if someone catches us?’ She sounds uncertain and I lick my lips again, salivating at the thought of tasting her.
I know Isla gets off on this shit, but it doesn’t stop her anxiety from rearing its head every now and then and causing her to question herself and what she's doing. So, in those uncertain times, I take charge and cause her to become mindless enough that those thoughts don’t have anything to hold on to.
‘If someone comes around that corner,’ I arch a brow and bring my face between her lush thighs. They have filled out since she got here and fuck do I love the way they feel when they are wrapped around my head. ‘They can either admire the way I worship my queen, or they can simply fuck off.’
I run the pad of my tongue right where I know her slit is, not taking my gaze from hers as I do so.
‘Liam,’ her head hits the wall with a thud and I know her eyes are rolling with pleasure.
My queen loves it when I worship her like this. The way she deserves for me to. And I've got to say, I love it too.
‘Yes, baby.’ I answer, knowing fine well she wasn’t saying my name to ask me a question.
Isla answers me, though, like the good girl she is.
‘I want more.’
Fuck I love it when she tells me what she needs. She’s become more confident with expressing herself recently and I’m so proud of her.
I shift my grip, making sure her thighs are securely wrapped around my shoulders as I take the fabric of these sinful trousers and tear.
It’s a damn shame to destroy them since they are, without a doubt, my favourite thing she wears. The way they hug her every curve perfectly as they sculpt her mouth-wateringly good arse before flaring out at the bottom. Fuck they get me every time. Hence, me spending every moment she’s had them on with one thought in my mind — to rip them off of her.
‘Hey!’ Isla scolds me, her unimpressed gaze scowling down at me.
But I don’t stop pulling at the fabric until her bare pussy is fully exposed, only inches from my lips. Then I’m on her, devouring her sweet wetness like a man starved — because I am. I mean, what can I say? All those hours I was out scavenging have made me a desperate man.
Isla has invaded my every thought. I’ve not imagined anyone or anything but her since the second I looked over my shoulder and found her mentally undressing me like the horny vixen she is. And spending all of those months waiting for her, searchingevery square metre for her did nothing but increase my already unhealthy obsession with her.
