Say You're Mine - Layla Hagen Page 0,34

up slowly. Isabelle shut her eyes tightly, crying out on each thrust, every stroke on her sensitive spot. She was close, but I didn’t want her to come, not yet.

I pulled out slowly. She gasped, blinking as I turned her around on all fours. She glanced over her shoulder at me, pushing her ass toward me.

I kissed her back, palming each ass cheek, smiling against her skin when she growled in protest. I pushed my hips forward, rubbing the tip of my cock against her clit. Her whole body shuddered. She drew her nails across the carpet. Her back curved. A guttural sound filled the room. I slid inside her the next second. If we were on a bed, she would have thrashed the sheets, perhaps bitten into a pillow. I pressed a hand on her back, needing to keep her at the right angle while I moved in and out. I wanted to hit her G-spot every time, bring her as much pleasure as possible.

“Fuck!” My vision darkened at the corners as heat shot up my spine. I buckled forward, resting my forehead against her back. With one hand, I gripped her waist. I brought my other hand to her clit. I wasn’t being gentle now; my thrusts were hard and relentless. My thighs were doing all the heavy lifting, and the muscles were tiring already. Hell no! I wouldn’t stop until I’d wrung every drop of pleasure out of Isabelle.

When her pussy clenched tight around my cock, I couldn’t hold back my climax any longer. It hit me in waves of pleasure, taking over my entire body until I was barely able to breathe. All my muscles were burning and numb at the same time.

I felt Isabelle going over the edge with me. Her inner muscles tightened even more. She reached back with one hand, pressing her fingernails in my thigh. Her cry filled the room. I groaned, tightening my grip on her waist before my body relaxed gradually, and I slowed the pace of my thrusts.

Isabelle pushed herself upright on her knees, leaning the back of her head on my shoulder. Damn, she was beautiful, surrendering to me like that. Touching her jaw, I turned her face to me, kissing her long and deep. Her breathing was still ragged. A light tremor shook her body. My thrusts were shorter now, just a few inches back and forth. My pelvis brushed her ass cheeks on every move.

My heartbeat regained a somewhat normal rhythm after a few minutes. My thighs weren’t burning anymore. I pulled out, kissing Isabelle’s shoulder.

“No, why did you do that?” she protested. “Get back inside.”

I chuckled. “I need to get rid of the condom.”

We both rose from the carpet, and Isabelle showed me to the bathroom, where we both cleaned up.

“Ugh, this place is so small,” she said after we bumped into each other a second time. There was only one sink and a small shower.

I grinned. “I don’t mind. Gives me the perfect excuse to fondle you—accidentally, of course.”

Isabelle laughed, looking down at her ass. I was patting one cheek with my right hand.

“Since when do you need an excuse?” she teased.

I wiggled my eyebrows in response.

“Come on, let’s get out of here before we hurt ourselves. I think I got a carpet burn.” She laughed, massaging her thigh.

Back in the living room, I looked around with a grin. Our clothes were lying around everywhere. There were still marks on the carpet from our knees, and several marks that looked like Isabelle had scratched it with her fingernails.

I caught her looking at me out of the corner of her eyes, blushing.

“My wild girl,” I teased, grabbing my clothes off the floor and putting them on. Isabelle was still naked.

“Wait, I want to do that,” she exclaimed after I’d zipped up my jeans. She picked up the shirt, smoothing a few wrinkles before sliding it up my arms.

“Why?”

“So I can do this.”

She kissed a trail up my right arm before she covered it with the fabric. Then she did the same with the left one.

“I’ve been dreaming about exploring these arms ever since I watched you play the piano at the party.”

“Just the arms?”

She kissed my chest too, moving from under my neck down in a straight line.

When she was right below my navel, I groaned, already semihard again.

Isabelle looked up, grinning. “Someone’s happy.”

“So fucking happy.”

I lifted her up, kissing her long and deep, pressing her full breasts against my chest. Her nipples turned to