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I squeeze her breast, gently rubbing my thumb over her nipple. Through the dress, I can feel there’s no bra, though I knew that already, since it’s shoulder-less and I saw no straps. Isabella lets out a groan as my hand gets to work, but doesn’t break our kiss.
Her body yearns for my touch. It beckons me to continue, so I do. Slowly, gently, yet eagerly.
Isabella draws back, biting her bottom lip. Soft moans escape her lips at my touch, but without her saying a thing I can tell what’s coming next. With it, I can’t tell if I should feel excited or nervous.
“Show me what it means to be a woman,” Isabella says. She looks at me, a little nervously at first, but then she gets up from the bed. She pulls her hair aside, displaying the long zip running down the back of her dress. With a single tug, it undoes all the way down, and right afterward, the dress sinks into a puddle at Isabella’s feet.
Isabella covers her breasts at first, while she drops back down onto the bed. The only clothing left on her is a thin pair of white, silky, seamless panties. But then, she grabs my shirt in double fists and without warning pulls me on top of her. I can’t help but look at her body. Every inch, absolute perfection. Her breasts bounce with every motion. My breathing gets unsteady, looking down at her.
Isabella pulls me back into another embrace. Her nervousness and inexperience shine through, allowing me to take control. I trail my fingers down Isabella’s body. She wriggles against them. Every inch they sink, our kiss only becomes more passionate.
I start pecking down Isabella’s jaw, until I reach her neck. There, I start nibbling down, until I reach her mountainous breasts. I slide my tongue over her nipple, and my hand moves between her legs. Isabella lets out a yelping gasp at the sensation, nearly throwing herself forward.
I start working on her inner thighs. My thumb grazes against her panties, only to feel how soaked Isabella is. Using my fingertips, I graze the delicate meat around Isabella’s womanhood.
She moans, and giggles, whispering. “That tickles.”
“It’s supposed to,” I reply, breaking away only barely from her bosom.
Isabella runs her hands through my hair, and on my brief inspection to see how she’s fairing with it all, her cheeks are deep red from blushing. I move the hand stroking her thighs inward to her flower, gently stroking the outside walls, while the other moves towards her breasts. Every new action inspires a new noise from Isabella. Each one is music to my ears.
Her body twists, and contracts with pleasure.
I start by trailing my tongue down her body again; from her rib bones down to her belly, nibbling every once in a while. On nearing my destination, I lower Isabella’s panties. She doesn’t fight it, throwing her hips up so that I can complete my action.
Isabella parts her legs, while I sink lower. When I’m finally kissing her hips, her legs are spread wide enough to give me full view of her clean-shaven womanhood. She looks down at me from her position, hands tugging at my hair. Still groaning from pleasure, and with my hands moving between her breasts and the inside walls of her thighs.
Her staggered breathing is a good sign that I should continue. In a single, swift motion, I throw Isabella’s legs over my shoulders and bury my face between her legs. I run my tongue along the outer walls of her pussy and she spasms somewhat uncontrollably, while choking moans erupt from her.
The intimacy and intensity between the noises coming from Isabella, and my closeness to her sex, drive me wild. Every fiber of my being is desperate to fill her with pleasure. I move my mouth over her clitoris, licking and tugging at it.
Isabella’s hips buck forward, allowing me more motion. While working her delicate nub with my mouth, I slide a single finger inside of her hole. I make slow rotations, accompanied by a back and forth movement all around, and Isabella bellows out in sheer elation.
She starts pumping back and forth alongside my own movements, greedily trying to take in all of my hand. I slip a second finger inside of her, and Isabella shoots forward. Her eyes are wide, her body tense, breathing unsteady.
My actions move in unison. Mouth and hand working in tandem to deliver Isabella into sheer ecstasy. Soon enough, I can sense it coming. She can’t hold still, pulling on fistfuls of my hair. She buries her face, sideways into the pillow, to halt her near-screaming moans.
While I pump my hand back and forth, tonguing her clit, Isabella bucks her hips back and forth with my hand. Her body tenses and tightens, as she nears climax.
“Maddox, that feels so good,” she says. I don’t reply, keeping my focus on getting Isabella to reach satisfaction. “I’m…I’m…”
She never finishes her sentence, but with the way her body contracts I know what she means. With a whimpering sound of absolute delight, Isabella crumbles onto the bed. She’s laughing, and grunting, collapsing sprawled out onto the bed.
Then she looks down at me. A hand reaches down for my chin, and with a single tug she brings me to her. I climb up her body, slowly kissing from her inner thighs, up her hips, belly, breasts. Making my way ever closer to her neck, then nibbling her ear, and finally kissing her jaw.
Suddenly, an overwhelming sensation takes hold of me. There, on top of her, with two wide hazel orbs looking back at me, I can’t stop myself. I can’t hold back. Before this goes any further, she needs to understand how I feel for her. She needs to know what’s going through my head and heart.
“Isabella, I love you,” the words leave my lips.
The look on her face makes me instantly regret my words.
