She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer, and I can feel the desire radiating off her. My hard cock digs into her body. My balls are heavy and full of cum, ready to unload.
“I’ll keep you here all damn day if I can, Iz.”
I trail soft kisses across her jawline and down her neck. She sighs a contented sound that resonates through me. My hands roam over her body, exploring every curve, memorizing the way she fits against me.
“Then do it.”
The challenge in her words is a confirmation in my ears. She wants to stay locked away with me in my place, which makes my heart soar.
Slowly, I make my way down to her perfect pussy, teasing and tantalizing with my tongue, mouth, and teeth over the mounds of her breasts and the hollow of her stomach until my breath is above her clit. Her breaths rise in anticipatory pants, her fingers diving into my hair and guiding me to the place she wants licked, sucked, and fucked.
As I start to lick the delicate skin around her inner thighs, she moans and arches her hips towards my face. Her sweet scent fills my senses, igniting a fire deep within me that only she can stoke. I lower my tongue and lick her hardening clit. Her body quivers in response.
My heart pounds in my ears, trying to take this slowly while my cock drags along her leg, moving slightly to get some friction of my own. I draw lazy circles around her sensitive nub, teasing her with gentle flicks of my tongue.
She’s eager for me to delve deeper by the pressure of her palm on my hand. Gazing into those lust-filled eyes, I slip two fingers inside her wet pussy, and she lets out a long, throaty moan.
With each thrust of my fingers alongside my tongue, her muscles tighten in anticipation. Her warm walls drench my skin, a precursor of what’s to come.
Her breathing quickens, and she speaks in a raspy voice, “Yes, like that . . .”
I smile against her flesh, ignoring the tight pull on the strands of my hair, and latch onto her clit to suck hard. Her upper body rises off the bed, her eyes glued to me, watching what I am doing to her as her pussy floods my hand with cum. I level my mouth with the outflow, greedily drinking it in when my fingers curl toward the top of her G-spot and milk more out.
Her fist loosens from my hair, her mouth in a perpetual “oh.” Her thighs clench against my ears, locking me in the best fucking place I’ve ever known. As her orgasm subsides, I keep my tongue and fingers working, prolonging her pleasure as long as possible. I murmur reassurances into her soft flesh, knowing that she’ll need some recovery time before the next round.
Slowly, she eases back onto the bed, a blissful smile on her face. I pull my fingers from her slippery folds and suck on them, trying not to let the taste of her overwhelm me into doing something stupid like flipping her over fucking her hard from behind.
Her eyes follow my movements, and I can tell that she’s still high from the experience.
“That was . . .” she starts, searching for the right words.
I grin and kiss her stomach gently, then move up to nibble on her nipple while massaging her other breast.
“I’m just getting warmed up, Izzy.”
It’s a warning and a damn promise.
That tiny orgasm will be followed by several mind-blowing ones, guaranteed. Her eyes flutter shut as I continue my exploration of her body, taking my time covering every inch of her sensitive skin with my tongue, making sure she knows she is mine and only mine.
My damn cock is leaking all over her body, dying to slide into her wet and warm pussy while my mind fights off rushing her for my own selfish needs.
She shifts herself into a more comfortable position, spreading her legs slightly in invitation and opening her eyes. They are dark, her pupils blown wide with those plump lips smirking while her palms stroke down my biceps.
“Come here.”
My tongue leaves her hard nipple, kissing the perfect mound and saying goodbye as I move between her legs. Taking a deep breath, I slide slowly into her warm embrace, savoring the sensation of her roaming hands and her tight body underneath mine.
“I like this.”
I gently kiss her lips, knowing I’ll remember how stunning she looks draped across my bed. The daylight falls across the ends of her brown hair, turning some pieces orange against my white comforter. She’s a stunning woman, but the warmth in her expression and the honesty in her eyes are stabbing my heart.
“I like you.”
My heart pounds in my ears when her whispered confession slips past the noise and quiets everything to the point where it’s only her and me. The tip of my cock presses against her soft folds, pushing slowly inside her and relishing how amazing she feels.
I stare at her reaction, her chin tilting upward and her mouth parting into a devilish smile. A small whimper escapes when I’m fully seated. Her hands fall away from my body, surrendering fully to me, and gripping the sheets tightly in her fists.
“I like you too, Iz.”
