16
ISABELLA
Ilet him push me back onto the pillows, watch him shrug out of his shirt, and strip off the cum-stained jeans before he kneels naked between my thighs, his cock resting half-hard against his as he slides his hands up the outside of my legs. “Let me strip you bare, lass,” he murmurs, pushing my skirt up. “I want to see you naked on this bed, moaning and writhing for me as I do all the things I’ve been thinking about all day to you.”
His words feel like electric jolts across my skin, prickling until it feels as if every hair is standing on end, and I arch up so he can find the zipper of my dress, dragging it down.
“This is a beautiful dress, lass,” Niall purrs as his fingers slide down my spine. “But you’ll be even more beautiful with it off.”
He makes me feel like that’s true, like I’m the most gorgeous creature on Earth, like there’s nowhere he’d rather be and nothing he’d rather do than be in this bed worshipping my body all night. He strips off the tight dress with ease, leaving me in nothing but the smooth black bra I’d worn and a pair of simple smooth panties like what I’d worn last night, but he looks down at me with a lust-worthy of the finest lingerie.
“God, you’re absolute perfection, Gabriela,” he murmurs, his hands squeezing my hips as he bends to run his lips over my collarbone, down to the curve of my breast. His hands slide up my waist, under my back, finding the clasp of my bra and flicking it open. He gets it off faster than I would have thought possible, his hands immediately curving around my breasts, fingers teasing the soft flesh as he bends his lips to one nipple.
I arch under him with a gasp as he sucks it into his mouth, groaning against my skin as his tongue flicks over the stiff peak. It sends more of those electric jolts of sensation through me, and I reach up with one hand, trailing my fingers through his hair as he circles my nipple with his tongue.
“That feels so good,” I whisper, the words ending on a small cry as his teeth nip at it, the jolt of pleasure from that going directly between my thighs. I arch up, wanting his hands elsewhere, doing more, but he seems intent on taking his time.
“I plan on making you feel good for a long time tonight,” Niall murmurs, his lips finally leaving one nipple only to latch onto the other, his fingers teasing where his mouth was a moment ago. The seconds stretch out as he plays with my breasts, the sensations intensifying until I canfeelmy clit aching, throbbing, my thighs tightening as I start to feel close to a climax from his mouth and fingers on my nipples alone.
“Last night, you begged me for more, lass,” Niall growls, pressing a kiss between my breasts. “What about now? More?”
“Yes,” I breathe, feeling half-crazed with desire from the touch of his lips and fingers on my breasts alone. “Please, more—”
His hand slides down at that, over the flat of my belly, to the edge of my panties. He tugs them down as I squirm, pushing them down my thighs so I can peel them off the rest of the way, and he strokes the seam of my folds with one finger, not delving between just yet.
“I thought you might mind that I hadn’t shaved,” I whisper softly, cheeks flushing as he brushes his fingertips over the dark curls between my thighs. “I heard men like—”
“I likeyou,” Niall says firmly, still stroking the outside of my pussy, teasing me until I feel like begging him for more. “Shaved, unshaved, I’ll be happy to play with and lick and fuck this perfect pussy until you scream for me again and again, Gabriela. No need to worry about that.”
The soft burr of his voice as he says the filthy words turn me on more than I would have thought possible, and I feel arousal dripping from me, dampening my folds. I see the knowing smile on his face as he feels it, too. I flush red with embarrassment, but Niall shakes his head, bending to kiss me.
“Never feel ashamed of your desire,” he murmurs. “You’re a good girl, Gabriela, to get so wet for me. Nothing could turn me on more than feeling how wet you are, sliding over my fingers—” He pushes his fingers between my folds then, and I see his cock rise against his thigh, confirming the truth of his words. His fingertips slide up towards my aching clit, and I whimper against his mouth as he kisses me again, stroking my clit gently.
“More,” I beg against his mouth, locking my arms around his neck. “Please, Niall—”
“Yes, beg for me—” He rubs me a little faster, his tongue sliding into my mouth as he deepens the kiss. His hand shifts then, two fingers circling my entrance as the pad of his thumb takes up rubbing against my clit, and I let out a breathless moan that’s muffled by his kiss.
“Niall!” I cry out his name as he breaks the kiss, his fingers sliding gently inside me, as if he knows I’m sore. “Oh god, Niall, please—”
“Do you want to come, lass?” His fingers stroke slowly in and out of me, spreading my arousal, pressing upwards against a sensitive spot that I hadn’t even known was there. “Do you want to come all over my fingers like a good girl?”
“Yes—” I let out another sobbing, breathless moan as he picks up the pace a fraction.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” Niall murmurs, increasing his pace a little more, his thumb firm and rolling against my clit. “I’m going to lick all that soreness away, lass, but first, I want you to come for me like this, unless it’s too much.”
“It’s not—please don’t stop—”
He leans down as he fingers me, kissing my neck lightly, grazing another over my lips, coaxing me closer to a climax with slow, steady strokes that feel better than my own hand ever could. “This is what I would have done last night, lass, if I’d known,” he murmurs. “I would have taken it slow, given you as much pleasure as you could take before I opened you up with my cock. I would have eased you into it.”
“Last night was—perfect—” I manage breathlessly. “And this is—oh!”
His fingers graze that spot again, pressing, his thumb still moving in the same pattern over my hard, throbbing clit, and the orgasm hits me out of nowhere. I feel myself clench down around his fingers as I arch my back, clawing at his shoulders without meaning to as my hips come up, thrusting down on his hand as a cry escapes my lips. The world shimmers around me, my eyes squeezing tightly shut as I moan his name, coming hard on his stroking hand as he presses his mouth to my neck and slides his other arm underneath me, holding me against him as I ride out wave after wave of sheer, blissful pleasure.
It feels so good, every part of me sensitized, the soreness of before transmuting into a tender receptiveness that makes my entire body come alight with the orgasm. I writhe against him, wanting more, wanting all of it, and Niall doesn’t stop until he’s wrung every last shudder out of me.
When I relax in his arms, he lays me back against the pillows again, and I catch a glimpse of how hard he is, stiff and straining against his muscled belly. I expect him to part my thighs and slide into me then, but instead, he kisses my throat, my collarbones, between my breasts, moving down my body in a slow series of kisses that reminds me of what I did to him earlier. It dawns on me then what he’s doing, and I let out a shudder of pleasure as his lips brush over my navel.
“Niall, I already came; you don’t have to—”