him.
Isaac’s lips left mine as he began to explore my body, leaving a slow trail down my
chin, along my neck and to my collarbone. I let my head fall back as his tongue snaked
along the rounded mounds of my breasts, barely contained by the thin fabric of my
dress. With a quick flick of his wrist, the top part of my dress was pulled down enough
to grant him access.
He moaned. “Do you know how desperately I’ve wanted to do that all evening?” I could
only gasp in answer as his lips wrapped around my nipple, his tongue circling the
tip in a slick caress that left me panting. His teeth grazed me, clamping down enough
to give me that sharp prick of heated pain that I’d imagine came with clamps and leather
floggers. I groaned loud and deep, causing Isaac to brush a kiss across my wet, puckered
skin.
“Shhh, my sweet Betty,” he breathed, his lips feathering across my breast as he spoke.
“Don’t want to wake the neighbors.”
I was so enthralled by what he was doing with my upper body I hadn’t notice him start
to explore the lower until I felt my dampened panties being pulled away from my body
just enough so he could fit his fingers underneath.
“Oh God,” Isaac said in an exhaled breath, his lips still at my chest as his fingers
worked me into a frenzy. “Are you always this wet, this ready for the taking?”
“Only with you,” I whispered, both because it was the desperate truth and because
I wanted him to know what he did to me. My body responded to him more than it had
to any other man, and I didn’t know if it was because he happened to be that good,
or if my body just seemed to crave his touch.
“I can’t wait,” he said as he plunged two fingers deep inside me, beginning a slow,
pulsing rhythm that only fueled my desire further. His thumb met my clit, deliciously
stimulating that familiar burn. “I will be your first, do you understand that? After
moving day, you will be in my bed. Promise me. Promise that I will have you first.”
“Yes,” I whisper-moaned, my head falling back as his teeth clamped down on my puckered
nipple to the point of pain. “Yes, you can have me. Take me.”
“Now, Betty,” he said in a gush of breath. “Come now. Show me what your pretty little
body can do.”
I felt the tingling ache spread from my stomach, down my legs and arms. My muscles
began to tremble, and a low moan escaped my throat as I experienced the most intense
orgasm I’d ever had in my life. Isaac rode me through it, bringing me down perfectly
while still giving my body short little aftershocks of pleasure through slow, torturous
circles.
When I opened my eyes, I was met with a sight I never thought I’d see in my life.
Isaac didn’t look smug or self-assured. He didn’t even look like he was left aching,
in need of sating himself. No, he looked almost . . . in awe. Surprised, but almost
in a fascinated way. We stared at each other for several minutes, neither of us saying
a word, only watching each other for any sign of disapproval or . . . guilt? I didn’t
know.
A sharp rap at the door broke our daze, and Isaac pulled away from me so I could adjust
my dress back into place. It didn’t take a second to do, and I quickly mused that
perhaps Carson had a point to short dresses and easy access.
Isaac flung open the door just as I had finished primping. On the other side was a
very pissed-off looking Diane. She stood with her arms across her ample chest, her
booted foot tapping onto the tiled floor.
“Well, don’t you two look cozy?” she said in a bitchy tone. I felt my hackles immediately
rise until I heard Isaac laugh out loud.
“Just talking, Di,” he said in light humor. “No need to unleash the she-devil.”
“Don’t make me have to, Wilson,” Diane answered. “I will not go through this again
with you.”
Again?
“No need for the third degree, Mom ,” Isaac sneered, making Diane scoff at
Isaac’s lips left mine as he began to explore my body, leaving a slow trail down my
chin, along my neck and to my collarbone. I let my head fall back as his tongue snaked
along the rounded mounds of my breasts, barely contained by the thin fabric of my
dress. With a quick flick of his wrist, the top part of my dress was pulled down enough
to grant him access.
He moaned. “Do you know how desperately I’ve wanted to do that all evening?” I could
only gasp in answer as his lips wrapped around my nipple, his tongue circling the
tip in a slick caress that left me panting. His teeth grazed me, clamping down enough
to give me that sharp prick of heated pain that I’d imagine came with clamps and leather
floggers. I groaned loud and deep, causing Isaac to brush a kiss across my wet, puckered
skin.
“Shhh, my sweet Betty,” he breathed, his lips feathering across my breast as he spoke.
“Don’t want to wake the neighbors.”
I was so enthralled by what he was doing with my upper body I hadn’t notice him start
to explore the lower until I felt my dampened panties being pulled away from my body
just enough so he could fit his fingers underneath.
“Oh God,” Isaac said in an exhaled breath, his lips still at my chest as his fingers
worked me into a frenzy. “Are you always this wet, this ready for the taking?”
“Only with you,” I whispered, both because it was the desperate truth and because
I wanted him to know what he did to me. My body responded to him more than it had
to any other man, and I didn’t know if it was because he happened to be that good,
or if my body just seemed to crave his touch.
“I can’t wait,” he said as he plunged two fingers deep inside me, beginning a slow,
pulsing rhythm that only fueled my desire further. His thumb met my clit, deliciously
stimulating that familiar burn. “I will be your first, do you understand that? After
moving day, you will be in my bed. Promise me. Promise that I will have you first.”
“Yes,” I whisper-moaned, my head falling back as his teeth clamped down on my puckered
nipple to the point of pain. “Yes, you can have me. Take me.”
“Now, Betty,” he said in a gush of breath. “Come now. Show me what your pretty little
body can do.”
I felt the tingling ache spread from my stomach, down my legs and arms. My muscles
began to tremble, and a low moan escaped my throat as I experienced the most intense
orgasm I’d ever had in my life. Isaac rode me through it, bringing me down perfectly
while still giving my body short little aftershocks of pleasure through slow, torturous
circles.
When I opened my eyes, I was met with a sight I never thought I’d see in my life.
Isaac didn’t look smug or self-assured. He didn’t even look like he was left aching,
in need of sating himself. No, he looked almost . . . in awe. Surprised, but almost
in a fascinated way. We stared at each other for several minutes, neither of us saying
a word, only watching each other for any sign of disapproval or . . . guilt? I didn’t
know.
A sharp rap at the door broke our daze, and Isaac pulled away from me so I could adjust
my dress back into place. It didn’t take a second to do, and I quickly mused that
perhaps Carson had a point to short dresses and easy access.
Isaac flung open the door just as I had finished primping. On the other side was a
very pissed-off looking Diane. She stood with her arms across her ample chest, her
booted foot tapping onto the tiled floor.
“Well, don’t you two look cozy?” she said in a bitchy tone. I felt my hackles immediately
rise until I heard Isaac laugh out loud.
“Just talking, Di,” he said in light humor. “No need to unleash the she-devil.”
“Don’t make me have to, Wilson,” Diane answered. “I will not go through this again
with you.”
Again?
“No need for the third degree, Mom ,” Isaac sneered, making Diane scoff at
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