“Yes, please. Let’s hurry.” Her slim fingers begin to pluck and scrabble, “I need—”
“I’m going to give it to you, sweet girl. You’re going to take all of me.”
I’m already so fucking wired when Isla traces her fingernails down my chest. A shiver wracks through me from head to fucking toe. I bite back an expletive because, Christ, I need this as I drop my forehead to hers, inhaling a steadying breath.
“Feel what you do to me.” Grasping her wrists, I press her hands over my crotch. One hand slides down over my boxers, and she cups my balls. I groan at the added stimulation, her pleased gaze rising to mine.
“I want to see.”
“Lift me out, Peanut. Lift out my cock.”
My abs tighten in anticipation as her fingers pull at the waistband, a pained rumble stuttering from my chest as her hands slip inside.
“Oh, that’s …” Her eyes dart to mine, her gaze a touch uncertain.
“All for you.” A smile leaks into my words.
“And thick,” she whispers, wrapping her dainty fingers around my girth, making me pulse hotly in her hand.
“You’re going to take me, darling.” She nods as though it were a question, watching as I run my hand along my shaft, twisting my fist over the head. Tormenting her, teasing myself.
“Yes.” She tilts her pelvis and trails a finger between her breasts.
“All of me, as hard as I need.”
“Yes, Niko, please.”
“Tell me you’re on the pill.”
“I … No, I’m not.” She presses her hand to my chest, panic blooming on her face. “Don’t you have a condom?” I groan and shake my head. “Then we can’t—”
My abs clench, and my balls ache at the thought of this ending here. “Isla.” Her name is a plea as I slide the crown of my cock through her wetness.
“Then we can’t …” Her words trail off into a shiver. She dips her head, and we both watch as I coat my cock in her pleasure. As I drive myself fucking insane.
“I would rip off my arm rather than hurt you.”
“Are you …?”
“As clean as a whistle. You have my word. I’ll be careful, darling. Just let me … fuck.” For a moment, I think my knees might give out as she widens her legs in silent assent, tipping her pelvis. “That is … the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” The crown of my cock, framed by her sweet, sweet pussy.
“Niko, please.” She flexes, her fingertips brushing down my abs as she reaches for me.
“Like this?” She mewls as I slide inside—the tip, just the tip. My heart pounds so hard that it’s like I can feel it everywhere.
“Don’t tease.” Her fingers slide down from my abs to my cock, finding me slippery with her pleasure.
“Oh, darling, you are so wet for me.” She shivers at my low rumble, whimpering as I pull back and circle her clit with my crown. “I love how wet you sound.” Gliding down, I begin a teasing slide and retreat.
“Please, Niko, you’re driving me insane.” Pained words, panting breaths. She looks fit to burst. My ripe, English peach. But she’s not the only one tortured, not the only one aching for this.
“I’m so fucking hard for you. Isla, look.”
She glances down, her head snapping back as I drive my cock into her.
“God, you’re such a good girl,” I rasp, and she cries as I draw back.
“You’re such a fucking tease.” Her thighs quiver, her words wavery with need.
“And you, sweet girl, have a dirty, dirty mouth. I could find something to fill it.”
“One thing at a time,” she answers, curling her hand around my shoulder. “Please, again.”
So I do. With each shallow jab of my hips, I feel like I could embarrass myself.
“You take my cock so beautifully.” Biting her ear, I growl, “You fit like a glove.”
“Oh Lord,” she pants, writhing under me.
“You can do better than that, sweet girl. Tell me what you want.” I find my hand around her throat, and her dark eyes and excited gasp the reaction I couldn’t have anticipated but just fucking revel in.
“I want you.” I feel her swallow, the movement a ripple that cascades from her neck down. “When I wore your jacket, you were all I could think about. I wanted your cock when I woke to you watching me.”
I laugh, actually laugh. “I wanted to give it to you, too. You were so fucking beautiful, begging me with your eyes and your little whimpers.” So open and so vulnerable.
“Oh God.” Her eyelids flutter, and she presses back on her hands as I drive myself hard inside her. “I wanted you in your kitchen.” She gasps. “Out on the wintery terrace.” Her pussy clenches around me. “I wouldn’t have cared if the whole of London.” A moan. “Watched us.”
I plow forward, my head snapping back at her admission, everything inside me taut and tense. Her sounds, her body, the picture she paints for me, it’s such a sensory overload.