“Oh wow, nice body,” I groan, running my tongue along his teeth. “Do you work out a lot?”
He chuckles, a throaty sound which vibrates all the way through me. “Now and again, yes.”
“Hmm, I can tell. It feels nice. Can I see?” I lean back and shoot him a wink.
“If I show you mine, then you show me yours.”
“Ah, you want to see my tattoos, I know how it is. It’s always about the body art.”
While he pulls his pants off, I move back and peel my dress off, smiling as I hear the gasp coming from his mouth. He sounds happy to see me, which makes me feel fucking awesome. Once I flick the dress to one side, leaving it in a heap on the floor, I stare into Isaac’s eyes and I feel how turned on he is. He keeps skipping a breath, almost like he can’t quite catch it while looking at me. His eyes run all over me, flickering over the inked and non-inked parts, loving them both equally. I wonder if he’s going to ask me what they all mean, which will be hard since there are some I’m not quite ready to discuss yet, but thankfully, he doesn’t. It’s almost like he can see into my mind, and he knows just what I want.
He rises to his feet and removes his underwear, I do the same. I allow myself to be fully naked in front of him for the first time, which is thrilling and hard all at once. I don’t normally like to be looked at in such a way, but Isaac’s hungry eyes are exciting.
We move, closing the gap, the psychological and physical magnet pulling us together. As soon as we connect, his lips meet mine and his fingers curl into me. Another breath skips, as my wetness soaks his fingers. He explores me, plunging in deeper with every single movement. My body jerks with the sensations, I thrash against him with pleasure. Intense desire. His fingers alone make me realize just how much I’ve missed him.
Life has blurred passed me, I have given up everything for the time being, but Isaac is an addiction that I can’t fully shed from my veins. As his fingers brush over my nipples and he tugs and teases, I know that I’m in this addiction hard. There’s no withdrawal for me, I don’t even want one, I just want him.
His throbbing erection presses up against my leg, making me pant desperately. It takes all that I have not to devour him, but since it’s been a while, I need to just enjoy this moment, to savor it.
“Turn around,” he whispers into my ear, his breath really tickling me. “I want your back to me.”
Hmm, this is new, but nice too. I like the idea. So, not only do I turn my back to him, I bend over and rest my hands on the table, poking my ass out to him. I look over my shoulder, flickering my hair out of the way as I do, and the look on Isaac’s face is everything. He’s in heaven, looking at me in sheer bliss.
“Your body is incredible,” he moans, agony lacing his tone. “You’re so beautiful.”
I feel it. Beauty radiates through me, and a confidence shines through. Then he steps up closer behind me and his arms circle my waist. His lips graze the back of my neck causing the hairs to stand on edge. Goose bumps pop up and down my arms, my head lolls to one side in pleasure. Just the warmth of his body is enough to drive me wild. The butterflies flapping wildly in the pit of my stomach transform to the size of birds. They’re wild and intense, shivering through my veins and if I don’t have him soon, I’m going to lose my freaking mind.
“Open your eyes,” His words are electrifying, I can’t resist doing what he wants. And as my eyes pop apart, I see why. We’re reflected in a glass cabinet in front of us. A slightly blurry image, but a sexy one at that. “Do you see us?” His hand works its way over my nipples. “We look good together, don’t we?”
I blink my lashes a few times, drinking us in, loving every moment of it. His hands explore all of me, every peak, every dip, and we both get off on it. My breaths are labored and sharp, forcing him to take control, but I really don’t think he minds that. He likes the power, he likes the control. The further down my body that his kisses go, the more my legs turn into jelly.
As I hear his knees hit the floor, he pushes my legs further apart causing me to rest more on the desk, and his tongue finds my clit. I see my face brighten as he circles around and around, sending my head spinning. The pressure of pleasure is intense, it’s consuming me, and it’s hard to remain upright. A tight knot coils in my stomach, the waves begin to build, every inch of me shakes.
“Oh fuck.” I try to claw at the desk, to find something to hold on to, but there’s nothing. “Fuck, Isaac.”
He drags his tongue along my slit and plunges it deep into me. From behind, the sensation is incredible, like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. It shatters through me, just about tipping me over the edge. I roll my hips backwards, trying to get more from him, trying to fuck his mouth, needing that release…
Which is the exact moment that he pulls away.
“Oh no,” I groan loudly in agony. I was so close, I could almost taste the pleasure. “Isaac, that’s too…”
The words strip from my mouth, I can’t speak even if I want to. He’s winded me and left me breathless. His cock is then rubbing my entrance, begging to be let inside, which is all I need. I roll back against him, pushing him in, and he soon repays me by slamming back into me, hard and fast. He fills me up in the most incredible way possible, allowing me to feel every damn inch of him. Fuck, this angle is incredible.
“Shit, Isaac.” He pounds against me so hard my hips bang against the desk. “That’s amazing.”
Each thrust is too much, I try to reach back and grab him, but I can’t reach anything. He grabs me. His fingers edge around and explore my hyper sensitive clit, where his tongue was only moments before. My face changes in the reflection, I look a bit like a different person as I watch myself teeter onto the edge of passion. The pleasure creeps through me, like lava working its way through my veins, creating an intense explosion in the pit of my stomach. The bolts flash all the way to my core. I tingle, vibrating under the pressure. It’s coming any minute now…
“Oh shit!” I crash hard, drowning under the waters of orgasm. The scream that bursts through me is powerful. It shatters through me, and I can watch myself the entire time which is so sexy. Then I lean further forwards, and focus on Isaac’s face. I’ve seen him all twisted up in pleasure before, but it’s a sight that never gets old. I adore it… I adore him. I might even more than adore him, which is incredibly dangerous considering the way that my life is at the moment.
But that sensation, that wonderful feeling stays with me as we crash together, panting and laughing as we swim in the bliss of orgasm. It’s lovely. I don’t want this feeling to end. But then bit by bit, a coldness creeps through me, reality, the realization that I do have somewhere else I need to be.
I lean down to the floor and grab my dress, my underwear too, to put it back on. I can’t look at Isaac as I dress, and I hope that he isn’t looking at me either. I don’t know what it is, but there’s something a little awkward about this. No, I do know. It’s me. It’s because I nee
d to get out of here and I’m embarrassed.
“Are you okay?” Isaac asks me curiously. His tone is caring and sweet, which just makes me want to stay more. Unfortunately, I can’t. The other part of my life is pulling me back in.
“I am, I just… I have somewhere that I need to be, that’s all.”