Isobel’s body quivered from the third squirting orgasm I’d given her tonight. I was buried deep inside her pussy, my cock pulsing with unreleased tension, but I slowed my thrusts to a gentle rock, savoring the way her walls closed against . The air humd with our passion, lavender and patchouli mingling with my own fragrance. Her eyes t mine, full lips curved in a sated smile, black hair tousled across the velvet cushions.
"I want you to get on top, Isobel," I said. "Can you do that for ?"
Isobel nodded, a soft smile on her face. "See? It’s fun to be the one giving commands, isn’t it?"
We laughed and kissed before I eased out of her, both of us groaning at the loss, and guided her to sit up. I laid back on the pillow cushions, pulling her atop in a straddle, her knees pressed against my sides. This position felt intimate, allowing to watch every expression on her pretty face as she lowered herself on my length. Inch by inch, she took in, her pussy warm and welcoming, drawing a deep moan from her throat.
"How are you still so full of energy?" She laughed.
"Because I’m with you, Isobel. I want to worship you and this ti together." Isobel’s laughs turned to desperate moans as I gripped her waist, thrusting up to et her descent. "See? Do you feel how hard I am for you? How much you’re making throb? God, Isobel. You’re so beautiful..."
"Mmhhh... T-thank... you..."
She began to move with haste, rolling her hips in slow circles, then bouncing with increasing rhythm. Her moans filled the room, each one fueling my desire. I reached up, cupping her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples until they hardened.
"Fuck, Isobel. I love the sounds you make. So perfect..."
Isobel leaned forward, her hands on my chest for leverage, quickening her pace. Her full lips parted in ecstasy, purple eyes locking on mine. "They’re sounds only you can draw from , love...!"
I sat up slightly, capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss, tongues mingling as our bodies slapped together. Her walls clenched tighter, and soon she was trembling, her moans turning to cries.
"I love you... I love you... I love you...!"
With a final, shuddering grind, she ca hard, legs shaking around , pussy spasming as she wailed. I held her through it, whispering praises.
"Good girl... You felt so good, Isobel."
She collapsed against in a panting heap, but I wasn’t finished just yet. I rolled us so she was on her back again, then stood, pulling her up with . The illusory runes seed to glow brighter as I wrapped her legs around my waist in a standing embrace, chest pressed against mine. This position wrapped us in closeness, her arms around my neck as I thrust into her dripping heat.
"Hold tight, Isobel. I want to feel all of you, okay?"
"Okay..."
Isobel kissed as I thrust myself deep inside of her. Her breasts pressed to my chest, nipples rubbing with each powerful stroke. I gripped her ass, angling to reach every spot inside her that I physically could.
"You feel too good, Isobel," I moaned, kissing her neck.
"You... nghhh... you do... anhh... too...!"
"Then prove it," I said, slamming harder. "Prove to that I’m making you feel as good as you say I do."
"You’re not being fair, Lloyd...! You’re not... you’re...!"
It wasn’t long before Isobel ca on again, walls clamping down on my cock. She felt divine, and it was a miracle that I didn’t finish right there. I’m glad I didn’t, though, because I had one more position left in before I finished–and I knew exactly which one I wanted it to be.
Lowering her back to the cushions without pulling out, I shifted into missionary, the perfect position for to savor my love during our sexual embrace. Her legs wrapped around my hips, pulling deeper as I plunged in with hungry vigor.
"Look at , Isobel," I urged, our faces inches apart, foreheads touching. "I can’t hold back much longer... You... mmhh... mmhh~!"
"Do it," Isobel whispered, voice venomous and erotic. She traced her fingers across my back, licking and kissing my neck as I plunged myself deep. "Give everything you have, love."
"Isobel...! Isobel~!"
"Cum for , Lloyd. Fill up with your love."
I... I obliged with a feral grunt, burying myself to the hilt, cumming inside her in hot spurts while our lips t in a passionate kiss, tongues dancing through the waves of ecstasy.
We clung together on the bed, breaths mingling, until the aftershocks finally faded. Isobel laughed softly, a lodic sound that ward .
"You know, if this is the kind of treatnt that cos with it, perhaps I should get mad at you more often," Isobel joked.
I kissed her forehead, panting and laughing alongside her. "You don’t have to start an argunt if you want to fuck you like this."
"So vulgar! Where did all of this co from?"
"Love," I answered imdiately. "I’m serious when I say I love you, Isobel, and tonight I... wanted to make that evident. Did I do a good job?"
Isobel sat up. "Well, considering you made squirt for the first ti in my life, made do it two more tis after that, then buried your seed inside of , I’d say you got the point across."
"Oh... sorry about that. I could... uh... go to the potion shop and–"
"No need. I have a potion in the pantry for the purpose. It’s far too early to start planning for heirs."
"You knew this would happen?"
"I knew you’d try to sway , and I figured I’d lt in your arms again. I certainly wasn’t expecting a confession of love, however." She smiled, kissing softly. "That certainly wasn’t in the cards. Not that I’m opposed."
I smiled in response, kissing her back. My yearning threatened to take over, but I forced it back. "I love you, Isobel."
She kissed once again, pushing at the cage where I held my lust and yearning. "I love you too, Lloyd May." She playfully punched my shoulder. "I see you getting energy down there. You tell your friend down there to go away. I need water and a bath, you brute!" She spoke softly, her voice lodic yet dangerous. "Though, you’re both free to join if you wish."
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