Page 35 of Whatever He Wants
I scoff.“How could I like that?”
“You want this as much as I do, but you’re too afraid and ashamed to admit it.”Isaac lowers his head, dragging his lips along my jaw, wisps of his breath tickling my skin as he speaks.“You pretend to put up a fight so you don’t feel guilty when you give in to me.Then you can lie to yourself that you didn’t want to do it, but you did because you had no choice.”
“That’s not true!”I say, my voice too high and shaky.
He presses a kiss to my chin.“If you need my help selling the lie, I can tie you down to the bed so you can’t escape.”
“I’ll scream.”
“Yes, when you come on my face.”
Isaac covers my mouth with his again, sliding his tongue between my lips to deepen our kiss.He knows me better than I know myself.My backbone is nothing but wet paper and broken resolutions.It’s embarrassing how quickly I always give in to him.My eyes closed, I stop pushing against his shoulders and curl my fingers into his shirt.
He slips a hand between us, undoing my jeans.When he breaks the kiss and moves down my body, it’s the perfect opportunity to escape, but I don’t even try.I remain in place, panting and trembling as Isaac peels my jeans down my thighs.
Once they’re off and he casts them aside, Isaac looks down at me, kneeling between my thighs.There’s a bulge in his pants, awe and raw desire in his eyes as he strokes my leg.It’s like that first time he saw me naked.I feel shy that he’s seeing me like this, delighted he enjoys the view.
He bends, kissing my knees before he spreads my legs wider.He moves his head back and forth, dropping soft kisses along the insides of my thighs.The soft coarseness of his stubble and the warm press of his lips to my skin increases the tension in my body as he moves higher and higher, his target obvious.
I stare up at the ceiling, my eyes wide.Is this really happening?Is Isaac about to dothatto me?The answer isyeswhen Isaac kisses me over my panties.I moan and lift my hips, shamelessly offering myself to him.
Isaac hooks his hands over my legs, holding me spread for him as he mashes his nose and mouth into me.He’s trembling too, as overwhelmed about this moment as me, and this turns me on even more.
“I might come just from the smell of your pussy before I even taste it,” he groans.
If I wasn’t wet before, there’s an ocean in my panties now.He peels them off and shoves them in his pocket, then lies on his stomach.
His face between my thighs, Isaac gets his first up close look at my naked pussy.Self-consciousness makes me tense until he presses his mouth flush against me, his naughtiest kiss yet.I gasp and jerk at the intimate contact.
He opens his mouth, his warm breath teasing me, his tongue sliding over me in a slow lick.I arch my back.Oh god,that feels good.Isaac hasn’t even started yet, but I already know he’s going to outperform my past mediocre experiences with Matt.He always proves he’s better than my ex.
“Mm…you taste fuckingincredible.”
He presses down on the insides of my thighs so he has more room to lick, more places to suck.His tongue finds my clit, licking and flicking it.He sucks it firmly and the surge of pleasure makes me clench.I buck and cry out.
“Oh…”
I cup the back of his head, encouraging him to continue instead of pushing him away like I should.What we’re doing is extremely inappropriate, and that awareness amplifies my pleasure.I’m panting, my thighs shaking, my whimpers and gasps mixed in with the crude, wet sounds of Isaac’s lips and tongue on my pussy.
He eases a finger into me.I’m so wet, it slips right in.His thick finger sliding deeper makes me tremble, more so when he squeezes another one into me.I clench around Isaac’s two large fingers filling and stretching me, rocking my hips as he thrusts them into me.
“You said this is wrong, yet you’re so greedy for my fingers inside you.”
Warmth spreads from my ears to my cheeks, shame and arousal twisting together at Isaac’s words.This filthy side of him always takes me by surprise.The wrongness must be a huge turn-on for him too.
Isaac resumes lapping and swirling his tongue around my clit as he pumps his fingers into my body.Like he did last week, he knows exactly how to pleasure me, showing off his multitasking skills.He caresses my thigh with his free hand, his fingers buried inside me, rubbing a sensitive spot that makes me shudder, his persistent sucking and licking heightening my stimulation.
Both of my hands are in his hair now, gripping the short strands.My sense of modesty and shame abandoned, my legs are spread as wide as my joints allow.I open my eyes and look down at Isaac, at his handsome, familiar face between my thighs.
This is the man who used to play board games with me, and who once took me on a camping trip and taught me how to make a fire without matches.And now here he is, his lips pressed to my pussy, his fingers pumping in and out of me.
He holds my gaze, his eyes dark, the filthy, hot sight of him licking me triggering my orgasm.I’m still wearing my loose sweater and it’s making me extra warm along with the sweet pulsing heat between my legs.I toss my head to the side, my body taut, my back curving from the bed as I come hard on Isaac’s mouth and fingers.
“Oh… god… ohhh… Isaac…”
Isaac continues licking me as I squeeze around his fingers.He doesn’t stop, even when my spasms fade.He pulls his fingers out of me, and I squirm and moan as he prolongs my fading climax by making out with my pussy.He swirls his tongue all over, sticking it inside me, sucking on my lips and my clit like he can’t get enough of me.
I go slack from satisfaction.He kisses the insides of my thighs before pulling away, then slides off the bed.I close my legs, my wetness coating the insides of my thighs.
