Her submissiveness helps maintain the slow tempo I am aiming for. Her eyes immediately return to mine then, not even a second later, a long husky moan rumbles from her throat. The pillow now stuffed under her hips means she can drink in every slow, precise thrust I make, and each pump makes her wetter.
“Oh, god,” she purrs, the vibrations of her voice felt all the way to her pussy. “That’s almost as sexy as watching you stroke your cock.”
The muscles in my arms contract as the urge to dominate her overwhelms me. I love how insatiable she is and how her needs are almost on par with mine. There’s nothing wrong with a woman loving sex, and I plan to show Isabelle exactly that this weekend. I just need to take it slow right now because, despite lust being the most prominent feature on her face, I can still see the streaks her tears made when they careened down her cheeks.
After tilting her hips so not a single thing is in her way, I stuff my cock all the way in before rolling my hips to ensure I hit the sweet spot inside her.
“Oh…” Isabelle purrs again, loving the combination of my hand pressing down on her lower stomach and the rim of my cock flicking her G-spot. “More. Please. I…”
I answer her pleas before she can fully voice them. I pump into her on repeat, my thrusts precise and with purpose. I drive her to the brink until her body isn’t the only one receiving pleasure but also wanting to give it.
“Please,” she mutters in a husky breath while wiggling her hands, begging for them to be released from the tight restraints of her shirt.
While continuing with my unrelenting pumps, I free her hands a mere second before her body succumbs to the intense wave building in its core. As she drags her nails down my back, she moans my name in a husky groan that exposes both her exhaustion and pleasure. She’s tired and on the brink of passing out, but since she is finally answering the pleas of her body, I’m not willing to let our exchange end just yet.
“One more,” I demand, my voice as parched as Isabelle’s.
Her dark locks cling to her sweaty temples when she shakes her head, too exhausted to deny me with words. Confident I can convince her otherwise, I slip my cock out until it’s bracing at the entrance of her snug pussy, plant my ass on the balls of my feet, then pull her up so she’s straddling my lap. Her erect nipples scrape my chest when she curls her arms around my neck, needing to steady her Jell-O legs when I lunge back inside her.
When her hips swivel, demanding for me to move, I mutter, “Choose your pace, baby.”
My lips curve upward when shock registers on Isabelle’s face a mere second before excitement takes hold. But regretfully, as much as she appreciates my offer, her still-shuddering body refuses to answer the pleas of her head.
Forever willing to help, especially when it entails having my unwrapped cock surrounded by her tight, wet pussy, I guide the movements of her hips at a pace that isn’t close to fucking but one step above lovemaking.
“Like that?” I ask several pumps later.
She doesn’t reply. She moans a long purring grunt that grips my balls as well as her pussy hugs my cock. It has me increasing the speed of my pumps and adding a heap of dirty words into the mix.
“You look so fucking beautiful clinging to my body, too exhausted to move.”
Thrust.
“I love the way your pussy begs for my attention as much as your eyes. I love fucking you.”
Thrust.
“Your pussy is so tight.”
Thrust.
“Wet.”
Thrust.
“Mine.”
Thrust.
“Say it, Isabelle. Tell me you’re mine, and I’ll give you the world. Anything you want, I’ll give it to you.”
“I’m yours.” She meets the rocks of my hips, grind for grind before saying with a husky moan, “And that is all I need. I only need you.”
“Fuck.” She rises and falls on my cock faster as my astuteness vanishes right along with the last smidge of remorse clouding our exchange. “I could do this for years and never get bored.” Our eyes lock for the briefest moment when my horniness has me confessing something I’d generally keep to myself. “It’s never been like this with anyone else. Not once.”
With her eyes flaring with an unrecognizable glint, Isabelle curls her hands around my sweaty jaw before she locks our lips. Our kiss is fire sparking. It switches our exchange from heartfelt to frantic in under a second. We fuck like wild animals, and within minutes of the sound of our bodies slapping together overtaking Isabelle’s breathless moans, the squeezes of her tight pussy almost sending me over the edge.
“Fuck, Isabelle,” I say with a grunt after pulling back from her kiss-swollen lips. “You get tighter when you’re about to come.”
