Now detached from my neck, Isabella just bites her lip and nods.
“Fuck,” I lunge at her again. “You need to be more careful.”
She merely groans in contentment as her hands claw into my shoulders.
“In a dress like that, anyone could have seen.”
I move so that I only need to hold her with one arm, letting my other hand drift south.
“All I’d need to do is reach over and let my fingers wander up your leg.”
To illustrate my point, I graze over her soaked center with my fingers.
Her breath hitches deliciously.
“And I could have fucked you right there under the table.”
My thumb roams over her clit, drawing out a gasp that I consume with my mouth. I’m desperate to taste her desire, to claim her as my own.
I let my index finger soak in her juices a little longer before pushing into her welcoming warmth.
Only for her hand to reach down and snatch me away.
“No,” she growls, a wildness in her eyes that almost makes me come undone then and there. “I wantyou.”
She immediately lets go and snatches at my belt, fumbling helplessly with the buckle.
I curse under my breath before going to assist her, freeing myself of the too tight constraints of my pants and boxers.
She squirms impatiently as I line myself up, and I have to capture both her wrists in one hand to stop her from trying to jerk me off.
“Oh,fuck me!”she all but screams when I finally thrust inside of her.
It's an electric kind of death, the way everything short circuits but becomes dazzling bright at the same time.
I never dreamed that fucking Isabella Natali against a bathroom wall would have any kind of effect beyond scratching a sadistic kind of itch.
But this,this.
The feeling of being so wrapped around her, lightning dancing off our skin as I roughly thrust into her over and over again, it’s something else.
It’s in the way my hand squeezes her wrists together, hard enough to bruise. It’s the way my other arm wraps around her back to bring her ever closer, but not close enough.
Even when I take her to the hilt and consume her mouth like a man starved, the feeling doesn’t lessen. It somehow gets worse, knowing that this is the closest I can ever be is still notenough.
I want to crawl inside her skin and draw pleasure out of her in a way no one will ever be able to recover from.
Isabella suddenly growls in frustration, as if feeling it too.
“Harder, fuck me harder.” She latches onto my ear and bites down on the lobe.
I pick up the pace. But this position, this angle…it’s not enough.
With a matching growl of frustration, I lift her clean away from the wall over to the sinks. She whimpers when I drop her, but obeys when I spin her around and lean her over the fancy porcelain.
She spreads her legs eagerly, and I waste no time. One hand gathers in her blonde curls while the other lifts her up just so, and…
“Fuck!” I groan out as I plunge into her again.
