It felt like a sexy funhouse with the black silk sheet-lined bed in the middle of the room that had a low upholstered bench at the foot. She let the palm of my hand trail up her ass, her spine, and eventually cup the back of her head as I slowly sat Isabella down. Her lips were red and puffy from where my mouth had claimed hers a moment ago.
“Take off your clothes,” I said. “I want to see you from every angle.” Our last time had been hurried and I hadn’t gotten to take my time with her. I wanted to watch every inch of her tremble beneath me. I wanted to see how good she looked when she took all of me. I wanted to watch myself slide in and out of her. God, I wanted to make her mine.
Isabella obeyed and began lifting the oversized sweatshirt she wore over her leggings. She pressed her hands into the waistband of her pants and tugged them down and soon she was left in just a thin sports bra and panties.
“Take everything off,” I said.
I circled her as she finally stood in front of me fully bare for me. Her olive skin glowed in the dim light of the room and her curls fell heavy over her shoulders. I traced the indent her yoga pants had left at her hips, and I smiled when she sucked in a breath at my touch.
“You are so beautiful, Isabella,” I whispered. “I want you to be able to see just how incredible you look as I’m fucking you.”
I watched as her eyes fluttered around the room, noting glimpses of herself on every wall. I could tell her eyes wouldn’t linger over one place on her body for too long and that bothered me.
I’d heard her not-so-subtle comments that she’d make about herself, her age, her place in life. I had thought it was just awkward filler conversation at first but now seeing the way she didn’t soak in how incredible she really was told me it was real.
“When you’re excited, there’s a tiny triangle shape of redness that shows up right here,” I said as I traced the base of her throat. “I can’t keep my eyes off it when you talk.”
I trailed my fingertip down between her breasts before scooping one up and running my thumb off my nipple. I smiled as goosebumps popped up on her skin and she sucked in a breath.
“Max,” she whispered.
“There’s this green dress you wear that holds your tits in the perfect way. It’s when I first saw this mole you have,” I said as my finger tapped the darkened spot on her skin above her nipple.
I moved to stand behind her and wrapped an arm around her soft belly. I ran my other hand softly down her ribs, slowing when I reached the curve of her hips.
“These right here,” I said as I gripped the flesh tightly, tugging her back against me, “have me in a goddamn chokehold.” I placed a gentle kiss at the top of her shoulder as Isabella let out a slow breath.
“And if all of these don’t make you stare in wonder at yourself like I want to,” I continued, “then I guess I’m just going to have to spend some more time worshiping it.” I gripped and pulled at the softness of her inner thighs, my eyes dark as I watched her body move in the mirror in front of us.
My eyes narrowed in on the shine of the sticky wetness I could see coating her inner thighs. I slid two fingers over the wetness and traced them along her flesh and over the crease of her leg.
“Max, please,” Isabella said.
I grinned as I spread her lips with my two fingers and gently traced along her outer edges. “Look at how fucking wet you are watching me talk about you. I don’t think you want to be insecure Isabella. I think you feel like you’re supposed to be.”
“Max,” Isabella said as she began shivering beneath me.
“What is it sweetheart? What do you need?” I asked.
“Touch me, please,” she said as she locked eyes with me in the mirror.
“I am touching you.” I chuckled as she groaned and shifted her hips to grind against my hardness pressing against my zipper. “We’re not ready for that yet, sweetheart, you’re going to watch yourself come first.”
I dropped to my knees behind Isabella, placing kisses down her spine and over her ass on the way down. She was nearly up on her tiptoes when I traced two fingers down her wet middle. With one hand wrapped around the front and the other coming between her legs from behind I set my sights on hearing all of her moans.
Two fingers pressed down firmly and made small circles around her clit. I used two more to slide into her warm pussy from behind. Isabella bent over me, barely able to hold herself up.
“Watch yourself,” I said, “I don’t want your eyes leaving the mirror. I want you to watch as I pound my fingers into you, making you come all over my hand.”
Her moans and whines were delicious, but she listened. She lifted her gaze and her eyes locked in on my hands. I slid two fingers in slowly at first, pushing them in and turning them slightly. Then I added a third.
The way she stretched for me was making my cock strain painfully. The sounds of her sweet, wet pussy filled the air as I picked up my speed. My other hand never left her clit. I rubbed and pinched it gently, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
“Oh god, Max, please,” she begged from above me. It was a sound I’d never get tired of.
I pressed those three fingers in deep and slowly flicked them as I went to work on her clit. I pressed two fingers into the sensitive bundle of nerves and rubbed back and forth as Isabella wiggled and moaned above me.
Both of our eyes were locked onto my hands working their magic on her pussy. I looked up and spotted that triangle of redness on her neck and knew she was close. Isabella let out a low, long moan as her pussy clenched around my fingers and held onto me tightly.
