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“Now come lie on the bed,” I tell her.
She lies down beside me, but I shift and stand up, needing my distance. Tonight is about her finding her confidence not my need to ravish her body.
“Why did you move away?” she asks.
“You look like a goddess. Spread your legs and touch yourself,” I instruct, my voice hoarse.
Her teeth dig into her lower lip. “I can’t do that.”
“Why not? Don’t you ever touch yourself?” I ask her.
“No, not really. I don’t. . . get there.”
“Can you slip a finger in your panties and rub your clit?” I ask.
“Okay,” she answers quietly and does as I say. Knowing how much trust this requires from her makes me feel like I’m on top of the world because Izzy doesn’t trust easily.
I watch her breathing pick up.
“Finger yourself, Isabelle.” I can barely get my words out; I’m so worked up. She must see what she is doing to me. My fast breaths. My cock pulsing behind my jeans.
She moans.
“You’re so sexy.”
“It’s hot you’re calling me Isabelle and not Izzy or Mon coeur,” she pants.
“That was a nickname for when we were children,” I explain. A loud moan escapes her and her back bows off the bed.
“We aren’t children anymore. You’ve grown into a beautiful caring woman. Look what you’re doing to me.” I look down at my cock and so does she.
“Take off your jeans and touch yourself,” she says, surprising me. The old Izzy had a hard time saying what she wanted. She would always concede and do what others wanted. It seems she is finding her backbone.
“Your wish is my command,” I say as I remove my jeans and my boxers. I’m still in my T-shirt though and it’s covering my cock.
“The shirt too,” she instructs and I can’t hide my stupid grin.
I whip off my T-shirt and watch the fire in her eyes like two flames.
She moans louder as she takes me in, and I wrap my hand around my girth and begin to pump.
“Oh, that’s so hot,” she says, rubbing her clit faster. Her legs are spread, her cheeks are flushed, and her breaths are fast.
I pump faster as a bead of precum makes it to the surface of my tip.
“I’m going to come,” she warns.
“That’s it, baby. Use those fingers of yours to push yourself over the edge. You’re so damn sexy,” I praise as I pump my cock from root to tip. I’m so damn close to losing my load.
Izzy falls over the edge, her back bowing off the bed, and her head tipping back as she makes herself come. She screams out my name and I fall over the edge, coming all over my hands and my stomach like a teenager. The wind is knocked out of me as I watch her orgasm drag out. When she is sated, she falls limp on the bed and watches me in wonder.
“Let me clean myself up,” I say, holding out my hand full of my cum.
I grab a towel and wrap myself in it as I make my way across the hall to the bathroom. I quickly wash off my cock and thensoap up my hands. I can’t get back to Izzy fast enough and when I do, she is lying on my bed gloriously naked.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Isabelle
