Keeping one hand wrapped around me, she removes the other to balance herself as she shuffles down the bed. When her warm mouth closes over my tip, licking away traces from our previous coupling, I groan and fist my hands in the sheets, so I don’t grab her head and force her deeper.
Not that I need to. While she grips me with both hands, Isabelle runs her tongue along the underside of my cock, then lowers her mouth around me until I bang against the back of her throat.
My hips jerk, pumping towards her without thought.
She swallows and draws me deeper, the sensations making the hairs on my neck stand on end. Her mouth is incredible, especially when she presses her tongue hard against the side of my penis, slowly sucking as she withdraws and gasps in an enormous breath.
“You don’t have—”
My words break off as her mouth closes over me again, her tongue swirling across the tip, then flattening out as she inhales me halfway down her throat. Her head bobs up and down, the friction increasing with each motion until I’m about to shoot my load straight into her.
I pull back, jerking too roughly in my haste.
“Did I hurt you?” Her voice is soft, full of insecurity. A reflection of how I feel.
“No. But I won’t last if you keep going like that.”
“Last for what?” She grabs the base of my shaft, pumping it until I can’t help but groan. She sucks at my balls, then takes them into her hand. As her lips close around me again, I can’t resist grabbing her hair, twisting it in my fist, and pulling her forward so I sink deeper into her throat.
When I loosen my grip, Isabelle takes my hand and places it on her head, sucking hard as she draws along my length until she springs free. “Guide me,” she whispers. “Let me know how you want it.”
And I do. Trying not to be rough but taking more when she doesn’t resist. Thrusting until she gags, then again when she quickly recovers. When I’m close, I hold her head still, using her mouth and throat until I can’t hold back any longer.
I cry out as I come, Isabelle eagerly surging forward, pushing until my entire length is engulfed.
When I’m finished, she sucks me clean, moving from my cock to my abdomen, planting a row of kisses along the thatch of hair that runs from my belly button down.
I reach for her, pulling her level with me and plundering her mouth with mine while my hand fists into her hair. I can’t get enough of her; want to start over from the beginning and explore every inch of her body but she stretches like a cat, so I softly caress her hair until she falls into a light sleep.
My body is spent. Tired to the point of exhaustion but in a glorious way. I struggle to keep my eyes open just so I can watch her sleeping. The tie blindfold is already loosening, so I remove it then brush her wayward strands of hair back into place.
Her eyelids flutter but she soon settles again.
I give in to the siren call of sleep, telling myself the lie that I’ll just rest a few minutes before going back to my own bedroom. I still have calls to make. Leads to follow. One of my standard distribution routes has gone to shit the past couple of days and I’ve been too distracted to sort it, but I need to. Otherwise, I’ll have three times the work in a few weeks’ time, winning it back.
Instead, I let myself fall deeper.
And when I do wake in the night, it’s to reach out for Isabelle, curl my hand around her waist, and drag her back into place against me.
* * *
In the morning,I wake with a clearer head than I’ve had for the past half week. A dozen solutions to varying problems fill my mind. I want to spring onto the phone and lay everything out before the finer points escape me, but when Isabelle stirs and opens her eyes, my sense of urgency evaporates.
“Hey, there,” she says in a small voice, shyly smiling.
“Hey,” I say back, pulling her closer for a kiss.
“Oh, don’t,” she says, covering her mouth with her hand. “I must have appalling morning breath.”
“There’s nothing appalling about you, whatsoever.”
“Mm-hm. Well… you might be just the tiniest bit biased.”
“Definitely, but that doesn’t mean it’s not true.” I ignore her further protestations and cover her mouth with mine, gentle at first, then probing. By the time I finish, her cheeks are bright pink, and all traces of sleep have gone from her eyes.
I smack my lips together as I twist onto my back and wrestle her on top of me, chest to chest. “You know what your mouth tastes like this morning?”
She twists her head from side to side. “What?”
