Page 66 of More Than Words

“Not happening,” I growled against her fingers. She wasn’t coming on a toy unless I was the one controlling it.

Laying her against the pillows, I yanked off her tiny shorts and panties, pulling off my socks before I settled over her, balancing on my forearms.

“You still alright to do this bare?”

The spontaneity of the copy room didn’t mean she wanted to do it again.

Licking her lips, she didn’t respond with words, instead reaching down to grasp me in her hand and positioning me against her entrance. My hips ground instinctively, and she let out a breathy gasp, tilting her hips to urge me inside.

Hesitating, I leaned forward to kiss her, slowly coaxing her lips open while I slipped against her wetness, throbbing while I held back.

Lost in the feel of her skin on mine, I kissed her desperately, realizing I hadn’t been entirely truthful earlier. I wasn’t falling. It was done. I was hers.

She rocked her hips against me, her fingers moving from my neck to my shoulders, drawing her nails down the center, causing me to shudder as I waited for her to answer me.

“I want to feel you,” Isobel whispered against my cheek, digging her nails into my lower back. “Make me scream your name and then I want you to come inside me.”

“Fuck, yes,” I breathed, tilting my hips, and pressing forward in one measured thrust. She moaned into my lips as I ground my hips into her, meeting each movement with a needy moan.

Leaning back to brace my palms on the mattress, I watched every reaction. Every flutter of her eyelids and heave of her chest. Her breasts bounced, her eyes closing and her back arching as I circled my hips with each thrust.

“Look,” I murmured, glancing down to where my cock disappeared, her body taking everything I had to give her. “Watch how greedily you take me. You’re so wet, babe. Fuck.”

She lifted her head, her eyes transfixed, while I continued to fuck her. The pale skin on her chest flushed as I felt her clench around me.

“What do you need?” I asked, wrapping my arm around her lower back and using it as leverage to pull her into me. “How do you want me to make you come?”

“Just...” she trailed off while I leaned back, pulling her upright into my lap. “Oh fuck. That. Do that.”

Thrusting up into her, my hands traced her skin, pulling her into me. She gasped my name, grinding down against my movements, her eyes falling shut as she rocked in my lap.

One hand fondled her breast as I leaned down, pulling her nipple into my mouth while her neck arched. One of her braids brushed against where I held her back, tickling my skin. Biting down on her nipple, I turned my hand and grasped her wayward braid, tugging until she moaned loudly.

“Fuck me,” I groaned into her chest as she braced herself against my shoulders, grinding down.

Holding her head back with one braid in my fist and a hand at her waist, I rose to my knees to get more leverage. My hips thrust hard while her eyes rolled back. She was clearly enjoying this new angle. I hoped she was close when my thighs started burning. All my hours in the gym were worth it as I held her up, fucking her frantically while her moans increased in pitch.

Grunting when she fell apart, I watched her mouth fall open in a wanton moan when she came.

My cock throbbed while she fluttered around me, and the blood rushed in my ears as I panted, fighting the urge to come.

Her eyes opened, drowsy and satisfied. She reached up to pull the hair on the back of my head. “I always knew your arms were ridiculous, but that was just showing off.”

“You know you liked it,” I teased, laying her back against the mattress, pulling out, and rolling her to her side. I slipped in behind her, moving her leg back over mine and positioning myself before I thrust back inside.

One hand held her thigh in place while the other slipped underneath her and captured her breast, kneading it gently with my palm while I pinched her nipple between my fingers.

“This shouldn’t feel this good,” she whispered, my hips setting a steady pace while I traced up her thigh to strum her clit with my thumb.

“You clearly weren’t getting fucked right,” I whispered into her neck, biting the skin playfully.

“Why didn’t we do this sooner?”

“Because you hated me,” I laughed, enjoying how needy she was.

“Oh, God. You’re going to make me come again.”

“That’s the plan,” I grinned, thrusting harder as I felt her tense in my arms.

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