The Naughty Stuff(40)

Dylan whispers in my ear, “Lie on the back of the couch, sweetheart. Chest down.”

Yes, whatever he wants. I do as he says so that my chest is on the back of the couch, my knees on the seating area. The leather is cool and unforgiving as my skin sticks to it. I rest on the back of Chapel Hill, moving my head to the side and Dylan moves my hair out of my face. How thoughtful of him. Then he pushes my knees apart and they make a loud rubbing sound as they move. All these sounds are maddening. What’s he doing now? I hear the sound of his belt being unbuckled and his pants sliding down his legs, then his briefs. I wish I could see him right now.

“Isabel, you look so beautiful in this position,” he whispers.

I don’t want to think about how vulnerable I must look right now, blindfolded, bound and with my ass pointed straight at him. I just hope he’s enjoying the view. I don’t hear anything for a moment, just silence. Then I hear him move towards me. Yes. Here it comes. Just when I think he’s going to sink his delicious thickness into me, I feel his warm wet tongue running up the inside of my thighs and the feeling is absolutely mouth-watering. He runs his tongue along the seam of my pussy and up along my ass. His hands move to my cheeks, squeezing and spreading me open as he slips his hot tongue into my ass. He moves it in and out slowly, the wet sounds setting my nerves on edge. No one has ever done this to me before and it feels so naughty and nice. An involuntary moan slips from my mouth as I pant out his name.

Dylan’s mouth continues its journey up to my lower back, the whole time gently biting and licking. Hot damn. What is this man doing to me? My breathing is loud and I try to control it, but it’s no use. His fingers are inside me now. He moves them in and out, slowly, torturing and persecuting me with his skilled fingers. Suddenly, his tongue again, there, just there, yes… in my ass. I’ve never felt anything like this before. I try to move around and contain the orgasmic sensation, but he immediately reprimands me and though his voice is harsh, it’s not angry.



Dylan

“Don’t move, Isabel, or I’ll spank you. Do you understand?”

There. I asked and I gave her fair warning, but how will she respond?

“Yes, Dylan.”

Perfect. Isabel never ceases to surprise me. I stand up behind her and steady her by grabbing onto her hips as I slide myself into her. Fuck – she feels so damned good. Slowly and methodically I ease in and out of her. I place one hand on the small of her back and with the other, I reach underneath to stroke her clit. She immediately responds to my touch with whimpers and moans. Yes. I love that sound. I start to thrust harder, filling her completely. She looks incredible taking me like this and I can’t take my eyes off my cock sliding in and out of her. Don’t come yet, Young.

With the hand that was on the small of her back, I grab in between the cuffs to steady Isabel and then slowly pull her up so she’s kneeling upright in front of me. I grab her by the back of her hair and pull back hard so that she’s leaning against me as I slam into her deeper and more forcefully. Shit. She feels so fucking good. I can feel her warm tight muscles clenching around me and I have to concentrate on not losing my shit. She’s being absolutely fucking perfect and submissive. Fuck I missed this. I keep one hand firmly in her hair and reach my other hand around her front, down her belly and back down to her clit while I bite her shoulder, repaying her bite to my neck.

“Dylan… oh… Dylan….” she stutters out softly.

Yes. I love to hear the sound of Isabel’s pained voice saying my name. I continue to work her clit knowing she’s close and so am I. The sweet sounds of our fucking are hypnotic; the wetness, the sound of her ass slapping against me, the squeaks of the leather beneath her knees… fuck yes. Then I feel her clench almost painfully around me as she moans something incoherent and I feel her come, hot and wet. I’m so close, but I want her mouth. I pull out of her, spin her around and push her down onto the couch so she’s sitting in front of me.

“Open your mouth,” I demand.

She obeys and I immediately fill her mouth, not wanting to lose the feeling of wanting to come. I grab a fistful of her hair and guide her head. The feeling of her mouth on me is mind-blowing. But I want to see her amazing eyes so I tear off the blindfold and command her to look at me. She does and the sight of her tawny eyes and her lips around me are my downfall. FUCK. Without warning I come, hard and quick. I try not to move as she swallows everything I give her. When I’m finished, I fall to my knees, my muscles still contracting from my orgasm.

Holy shit, that was intense. I’m kneeling in front of her, looking at the floor, trying to catch my breath and regain some kind of composure. When I finally look up, Isabel is watching me keenly. She’s slightly smiling, her lips and mouth still shiny and wet from my come. When I scan her body - good Lord Almighty. She has her own come all over her thighs. Fuck yes. It’s a beautiful sight. I sit back on my haunches and stare at her, taking another mental snapshot. Talk about art. This is fucking art right here in front of me. I wish I had one ounce of talent in me so I could put this image down on canvas. To my delight, Isabel doesn’t move; she just sits waiting for me. I could sit here all day taking this image in.