“All of them.”
She laughed. “Tonight? How long will that take?”
“Too long. So I’ll go old school missionary.”
“Really? And here I thought I’d be swinging from your entryway chandelier before the end of the evening.” Warrick loved her sense of humor.
“I’ll save that for next time, too.” He also loved the open way she approached sex. Loved that she was willing to try anything they suggested. He particularly loved that earlier surprise where she’d prepared herself for them in advance of tonight.
Warrick rolled on a condom and crawled on to the bed, moving to where she waited in the bed’s center. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Colton quietly slide into the bedside chair he’d abandoned.
Isabelle widened her legs, knees falling open as he settled his hips between her thighs. His cock rested at the entrance of her slick pussy. Her arms were already above her head as if submissively giving him permission to do whatever he desired.
Warrick wanted to do so many things all at once he hardly knew where to begin. Her pert nipples called to him, so he lowered his head to taste each one of them. Isabelle’s back arched as he suckled her, moaning with each pull of his lips against the tips. He grasped her hips as if doing so gave him extra leverage to suck her nipples better.
He licked and kissed one and then the other and then back to the first tasty nipple. The tip of his cock worked its way between her pussy lips almost without any effort on his part. He released one pert bud, kissed the swell of her breast, and lifted up to stare into her face. When she finally gazed solidly into his eyes, Warrick thrust his cock as hard and as fast and as deep as he could go inside her pussy. Watching her. Filling her. Possessing her.
Isabelle sucked in a sharp breath at his bold action. She soon reached her arms above, as if seeking the iron spindles of his headboard, suddenly wrapping her fingers around two of them in a tight-fisted grasp. She sent her gaze back to his as if seeking his approval.
Was she pretending to be bound for him? Did she understand how much he adored the idea that she was thighs wide open, impaled on his mighty cock, and delicately confined for his pleasure? Her bright-eyed gaze said she did. Her shy smile said she wanted to please him.
And she did.
His cock—now fully impaled in her tight warmth—pulsed in profound arousal on the brink of release with her subtly restrained action.
He withdrew his cock slowly, watching her face the whole time. He thrust hard inside her again. Her lids lowered halfway as if in appreciation. He liked fucking hard and fast. Did she?
“Harder,” she whispered. What?
Had he heard her right?
Warrick slammed his dick inside her pussy, just the way he adored to fuck. Before he could ask if he’d gone too far, she said in a low, breathy tone, “You can go deeper if you want. And I really love it when you go hard and fast, too.”
He had to keep his mouth from falling open in shock. Focusing on her desire to be fucked hard, deep, and fast, Warrick worked to give her exactly what they both wanted. He moved aggressively within her body as he always longed to do.
Warrick fairly fucked himself raw, thrusting vigorously, enjoying every single brutal stroke, but she never wavered. She never made a single sound as if she wanted him to slow down or stop. A vibrant pleasure rose within his soul. He was close. He wanted to hear her scream first.
Before he could reach between them to flick her clit, Isabelle’s back arched, she let loose a scream loud enough to wake the dead, and the telltale signs of her climax began squeezing his cock in rhythmic wonder.
“So good. So fucking good,” she said again and again.
Warrick powered one final exuberant thrust between her pussy lips and came hard, releasing a thunderous growl of frenzied pleasure, knowing in his soul he’d never had better. Knowing instinctively he’d never be the same.
Warrick slumped on top of her, both of them breathing hard. Colton even released an audible sigh, murmuring under his breath, “Shit. That was fucking unbelievable.”
Isabelle eventually dropped her soft hands onto his shoulders. She massaged his neck as he tried to come back to life. Her fingers moved to his head, stroking his hair, running her fingernails through the strands, and deliciously scratching his scalp—an action he didn’t realize he loved until she did it.
He wanted to curl up next to her in satisfied wonder and never leave. Isabelle inhaled deeply and sighed as if experiencing her own postsexual delight.
Warrick shifted his weight off of her body, kissed her mouth gently, and whispered, “You are amazing.”
“So are you. Dangerous and amazing.” She sighed again, twisted to one side, and closed her eyes, a lovely smile shaping her lips. Warrick exited the bed to go clean up.