Goosebumps break across my stomach when Isaac slips his hand under my shirt. Although his touch is as light as a feather, it is robust enough to gain my body’s full attention. His slow but sensual pace heightens my senses, making sure they pay careful attention to his every move.
A shallow moan vibrates my lips when he kneads my breasts. He rolls my nipples, sending a roaring sensation through my body, only stopping when they cluster in my needy pussy.
Standing from the leather sofa, Isaac places me onto a white fur rug in the living room. He guides me backward until my back molds into its soft fibers.
Moving his hands to the hem of my shirt, he glides it over my head. Once it’s removed, his lust-ridden gaze lowers to mine.
“Stretch your arms above your head and clasp your hands together.” His soft rumble has my insides purring.
When I do as instructed, he uses my shirt to secure my hands at the wrists. “Keep them above your head.”
Biting my bottom lip, I nod. My pulse quickens when he tugs off his shirt. My pulse thrums when he stands before me barefoot, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans undone at the button. My eyes greedily absorb his magnificent body, drinking in every spectacular ridge as if it is the first time they’ve sampled it.
Once he removes his jeans, he crouches next to my trembling thighs to unbutton the three-button fly on my jeans. My core clenches when he slides them down my legs, his hand brushing my sensitive pussy on the way by.
His fluid movements continue until I’m lying before him as naked as the day I was born. After his eyes appreciatively study my body, he stands and moves out of my vision.
Confusion slips over my face, confused by his sudden departure.
A short time later, he returns with a pillow in his hand. My lips furl high when he places it under my head. “Your eyes are to never leave mine, Isabelle.”
Unable to speak, I nod.
After gracing my skin with gentle nips and caresses, Isaac’s attention shifts to lavishing the throbbing areas of my body.
Any time my gaze falters during his tantalizing teases, he commands my eyes back to his. Watching him worship my body is an exhilarating experience that has me freefalling into ecstasy more times than I can count.
Once my body is lax from sexual exhaustion, Isaac adjusts my position. A familiar tingle builds in my stomach when his swollen knob braces the entrance of my sex. Even exhausted beyond comprehension, my body can’t help but react to his.
My back arches with a throaty moan when he inches his cock into my drenched pussy.
“Eyes, Isabelle.”
My eyes snap to his as a long, salivating moan rumbles from my throat. Our bodies are joined in the most intimate way, heightening my senses even more.
Isaac’s muscles flex with every thrust his body makes. Each grind fills me to the brink before his rolling hips send a jolt of pleasure to my tightening core.
Some time later, I wriggle my hands, fighting against the restraints binding them together. The urge to run my hands over Isaac’s sweat-slicked body is so overwhelming, I can’t hold back my desire for a moment longer.
Noticing my struggle, Isaac releases my hands from their restraints. My hands dart to his body to eagerly run them along his bulging biceps before raking them down his sweat-drenched back.
With every pump of his hips, pleasure rockets through my body. I moan his name when a long and intense orgasm lights up my body. I shudder in ecstasy, growling his name on repeat.
“One more,” he requests through panted breaths.
He adjusts his position, so he’s kneeling before moving his hands to my back. Scooping me in his arms, I end up straddled on his lap. My breasts squish against his smooth chest when my arms band around his neck.
I inwardly squeal when Isaac mutters, “Choose your pace, baby.”
Barely able to move since my legs are Jell-O, Isaac shifts his hips upwards, gliding his throbbing cock in and out of my saturated pussy.
“Like that?” he asks gruffly.
I don’t grace him with a reply; I just groan a long, purring moan as warmth flames my skin. A bead of sweat runs down Isaac’s cheek as his precise rhythm has me chasing my next climax.
If I weren’t already close to the brink, his dirty mouth soon has my orgasm teetering on edge. All his comments about how much he loves fucking me, how good my pussy feels wrapped around his cock, and that he could fuck me for years and never get enough, has my climax building at a rapid pace.
His cock thickens as his sprints for release grows. Spurred on by his impending climax, I increase the tempo of our thrusts. Our pace turns wild that only skin slapping skin echoes around the living room.
