Page 43 of VOGUEish

“Have any of your previous boyfriends ever called you Barbie based on the magnificence of these?” He leaned down and grazed a kiss along the swell of each breast.

“Again, shut up.”

“Why?”

Heat burned where his lips caressed. “Because I know full well they are of medium size.”

“Is that a no?”

“You’re the only one I know who is that crass.”

He chuckled. “Good. I don’t want you to ever be anyone’s Barbie but mine.” He splayed his hands over her breasts and squeezed slightly before licking each nipple.

Isabella shifted, clenching her thighs as need swam between them.

He grinned. “Do you need me to move lower?”

She placed her palms on his shoulder and pushed. Practically shoving him down to where she needed him. “What do you think?” She opened her legs, making it easy for him to get to the business of what she wanted. Thank God she’d gotten waxed over the weekend.

His harsh exhale assured her he didn’t mind how forward she was acting. “Barbie, tell me what you want.” He ran his thumb casually over her clit, and she bucked her hips wildly. “I don’t want to get this wrong.”

“Your mouth…now…please.”

“Not yet.” The rough caress of his tongue over her ribcage practically caused her eyes to roll to the back of her head.

“You’re killing me.” She squeezed her legs together, trapping his hand where it was.

He hummed against her skin, the vibration driving her wild with need. When his head reached the apex of her legs, he forced her thighs apart.

She pushed his head down. “Holy layout,” she moaned when his tongue touched her clit.

“Do you like that, Barbie?”

“So, so much.”

He repositioned himself so that he could better reach her, and then his tongue did a slow, firm lick up her center.

Her hips came up off the bed, and she fisted her hands into the mattress. “Again,” she ordered.

He did. Then he opened her folds and sucked the tiny bud.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” she moaned.

“Is Barbie cursing?” He laughed and inserted one finger inside of her and then another. He curved his fingers and tapped against her G-spot while continuing to suck her clit into his mouth. He released it, only to lick it hard and fast.

She moaned, the pleasure so intense, she could hardly bear it. But then he brought his other hand into play. He wet his finger in her juices and probed in a place no man had ever gone with her.

She stilled. “Umm.”

He stopped, but his finger stayed there. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.”

Nope was on the tip of her tongue, but where was the fun in that choice? “Greenlight.”

He swirled his tongue hotly around her and then dove in, fucking her with his mouth.

The intimacy of it overwhelmed her, and her hips slammed up and down, she wanted more and more and more, and then his finger slipped further into her bottom, and she came with an intensity she’d never known. Shock waves of pleasure splintered her sanity as she rode out the trembles of delight. Only when they subsided could she once again breathe.

“You’re beautiful when you orgasm.”

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