Novel Legend
She finally looked up to his face and he was smirking at her.
“Should I get a napkin to wipe your drool for you?”
“I told you I would pose.” He was laughing as his fingers reached for the hem of her dress. He helped her shrug out of it and then he gave a whistle, “fuck.”
She wanted to press her hands against her not flat belly. She had gained weight since throwing Merlin out of the house, feeding her feelings with all the carbs he had never allowed in the pantry. “What?”
“When I said you were a solid ten, I lied.”
She started to frown but he kept speaking.
“You broke the scale honey. You’re off the charts gorgeous.”
“Isaias,” she laughed as mock wiped his own drool off his lips.
He traced the lacy panties, “you didn’t have to. You could have come to me in white cotton, and I’d be hard.”NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.
“I went shopping this week for my show tonight and had all kinds of new pretty things added to my wardrobe.”
“Did you?” he was stroking her skin with sure hands, contouring the indentation of her waist and then the roundness of her hips down to her thighs and back again and his eyes were fixed on the round swells of her breasts.
Her own fingertips reached for the waistband of his sweats, and he eagerly kicked them off, letting his erection spring free.
“Commando?”
“Honestly, I had my fingers crossed for a blow job in the car.”
She threw her head back into the pillow and laughed at his chuckle, “I can do it now.”
“I won’t say no but first I want to finish unwrapping my present and maybe do a tasting party of my own,” he stared hungrily at the lace covered mounds of her body. Nimble fingers made quick work of the bra she wore and then her panties were slid down her thighs and his groan and what he uncovered as he lifted her ankles to his shoulders to remove the lace from where they were caught made shiver with anticipation. He licked his lips as he held her ankles and spread her legs wide.
“What are you doing?” this was not what she was expecting him to do. She felt very much on display as he pushed her thighs open and exposed her.
“Deciding where I want to start first,” he whispered hotly. “You’re wet.” He lowered her legs to the bed but kept the pressure on her thighs to hold them apart. He bent at the middle and boldly drew his tongue through her.
She gasped at his movements. Merlin had always had a routine. He would fondle and lick the left boob, then right boob while he played with her clit and then he would kiss his way to her middle, lick her to one orgasm and then he would begin making love to her until he came which could often take hours. Usually, she would have to snake her hand between them to play with her own clit to come while he was grinding on her.
Isaias Machado had barely stroked her skin and was diving headfirst into her pussy like a starving man. The noises he was making as he devoured her were raunchy, but she was too wrapped up in his actions to be embarrassed. His tongue flicked and flitted over her clit while his fingers pushed deep inside her. With the practiced precision of a man expertly trained in his field, he easily brought her to an orgasm but instead of letting her ride it out, he drank his way through it. Sucking, slurping, and whispering dirty, scandalous words as he shoved his tongue deep inside her and demonstrated what he was going to do with his cock later.
“Oh baby, we need to do that again. You taste fucking exquisite.” He had his fingers and tongue alternating plunging motions inside her and her fingers dug deep into his thick hair. Her back arched as a tsunami forced wave of intense pleasure rolled over her a second time and he used his forearm to hold her bucking body down on the bed.
She looked down to see his dark eyes staring at her over the soft mound of her flesh watching her intently as she came apart at his touch and his gaze was primal and intense. She felt like prey as he feasted on her. Despite the distance between their faces, this felt intimate and raw with the way he watched her.
She was gasping for breath as his one hand plundered her and the other hand stroked every inch of skin it could reach, caressing, grasping, gripping, and holding her in place as he brought her to heights of pleasure she’d never experienced ever. Her skin was soaked of sweat while he licked and nipped his way up her body, rolling her nipples in his fingertips.
“I need inside you,” he said simply as he leaned over her. “I’m probably not going to last long the first time because you have me harder than a rock with the sweet purring you make coming.”
She expected him to assume the position she was accustomed to but after reaching for the condom on his nightstand, he rolled onto his back and rolled the rubber down his length and then lifted her, so she was straddling his hips.
She was stunned. She had done this position maybe five times in eight years and Merlin had always complained her rhythm was not good. “Um.”
“Change your mind?” he asked with a quirked eyebrow. “It’s okay if you did.”
“No.” she shook her head as pulled her lips between her teeth. “I hate to even say this, but I was told I’m not good in this position. I don’t want to kill the mood.”
He laughed, “get on my dick.” He made wide eyes at her and gripped the base of himself and moved it around in a strangely erotic playful move.
She spread her knees around his hips and slowly sank onto him. She felt full to the brim, overwhelmingly so. She closed her eyes as her body stretched to accommodate the unfamiliar feeling.
“Still good?” he asked, his voice straining.
She opened her eyes gasping for breath as she looked down at him. “Oh, I’m so good I’m trying not to come yet.”
He reached his hand out and tugged her forward onto his chest and hungrily kissed her mouth, allowing her time to adjust to him being inside her before gently rocking his hips under her. His tongue roved her lips as he picked up the tempo.
Eventually she was back in her upright position. They moved in sync and the pleasure started to spiral once again in her pelvis. Her hands clutched his bronzed skin under her, mesmerized by the sheer beauty of his body while she rode him.
“Isaias,” his name was a plea breaking from her lips, “oh god, I’m so close.”
“Don’t hold back, baby. I’ll be right there with you.”
Her head fell back, her dark hair tumbling over her shoulders, her breasts bouncing with every thrust as she spun out of control. Her breath caught and a guttural moan unbidden and unbridled burst from her lungs. Everything felt intensely shattering and then he was holding her still, pinning her to him as reached his own climax.
The way he shouted her name reverberating off the walls made her laugh with glee. She collapsed to his chest giggling as he wound his arms around her holding her tight. His lips pressed to the top of her hair and his uneven breathing told her he had exerted as much energy as she had.
“I think I have a new addiction,” he whispered as he gasped.
“Really?”
“The sound you made when you came. I have a compulsion to hear it multiple more times. Once I catch my breath and my body recovers, we’re doing this again.”
As he kissed her deeply, she realized despite being satiated she was still hungry for more of him. She might have a new addiction of her own.