“There’s that word again.”
She pokes me with a naked toe, her feet as delicate and dainty as her face, sending a jolt to my carbon hard cock.
“You’re going to hear it a lot. You have no idea what you do to me.”
I dump my wallet and pack of condoms on top of my sweater, intending to use the whole roll if my back and cock will let me. She shivers against the cold, my ogling part of the delay.
I carefully step around her, unfastening my belt and working off my pants before digging in my new tool kit to find a couple of clean sleeping bags I store in there. While she works to spread them out, under my watchful eye and seeing her muscles ripple across her back, I quickly undress.
Standing over her, I’d love to have her look up at me while sucking my hard cock. But now is not the time. I need to be inside her as soon as possible. She can suck me, and I can lick her in later rounds. This is just the first round, and I need inside her immediately, or I think I’ll die.
She moves to kneel before me, her hands reaching with intent, and I shake my head.
“Not a chance. I’m going to fuck you senseless first. Wednesday was great, but nowhere near what I want to do to you.”
A naughty smirk flashes with a raised eyebrow before my eyes, and my heart swoons. She licks her lips, her eyes glued to my larger-than-expected cock glistening in the moonlight.
“Do your worst, Teach.”
18
ISABELLA
His chest rises and falls rapidly, panting into the cold air that leaves a cloud of smoke around him while goosebumps surge over my skin. I’m freezing, excited, horny, and nearly out of my mind.
“You have no idea how much I’ve fantasized about you.”
His body is warm and naked, covering and protecting me from the chilly elements. His dark eyes drag up my skin to stare into mine, half his face lost in the shadows of the night. Yet the rasp in his voice and the way his hot breath caresses over the peaked crest of my nipple, I can imagine.
“These perfect breasts, fuck, I had visions of them, but nothing compares . . .”
The rest of his sentence gets lost against my skin, between my breasts cupped in my palms, with his face smashed in the hollow between. His hips pump slightly, grinding his impressively long cock into my thigh, sending shivering promises straight to my core.
His face moves, and his mouth intends to worship both of them. His tongue sends me into a fever with how perfectly he sucks, plucks, and nips at each nipple. I sit up, unclasp my bra, now worked around my ribcage, and shimmy out of it under his enthralled gaze.
“Lower.”
The word escapes with a puff of warm smoke, dissipating into the cold air above us. His dark eyes meet mine, filled with a hunger and desire that only fuels my own.
“Do you want me, Iz? Want me like I want you?”
“You know I do.”
He doesn’t waste any time, lowering his head further, leaving a trail of kisses down my stomach until he reaches his destination. Strong fingers tug the edges of my panties over my hips and down my legs, revealing my wet pussy. I hiss at the sudden blast of cold air, temporarily shivering before his warm, lean body returns.
“Tell me. I want to hear you say it. I need to hear you.”
His lips graze my pubic bone with gentle precision as his tongue slips lower. I arch my back, pushing myself closer to his mouth.
“I need you.”
As each second passes by, the anticipation of ecstasy sends chills up my spine, especially when he inserts his fingers and curls them upward. That familiar tension overtakes my body and heightens my craving for fulfillment. I long for him to take me to the pinnacle of pleasure and show me the world beyond conflict and control, to the abyss and abandonment.
“Fuck me. Make me yours already.”
He growls into my clit. His dark gaze locks onto mine while I grind my hips into his face. Pushing and pulling, sucking and receiving, all counterbalancing reactions leading to an explosion. I combust under his tongue and around his fingers, thrusting at a frantic pace.
“Diego!”
