Again, Isabel did the same on the other side. Kneading, kissing, licking, nipping her way down to the other breast. Just asVictoria thought Isabel was about to bite down on this nipple, Isabel pulled back. Suddenly, Isabel flipped Victoria so she was facing the couch and pushed her to bend over. Victoria gasped into the couch cushions as Isabel slowly spread her folds and began to tease her with gentle touches. Her soft circles and even softer pressure drove Victoria mad until she was shaking and moaning into the cushion.
Just when she thought she couldn’t take another second, Isabel pulled on her arms tied above her head, forcing her to arch her back. Victoria gasped the fresh, cold air.
Her voice low and gravely, Isabel demanded, “Beg for it.”
Victoria paused, breathless. She had never begged until last night, and yet here she was being asked to do it again.
She gasped out as she asked, “What?”
Instead of answering, Isabel circled her clit again, holding her arms in the air as the light teasing began again. Victoria’s breath hissed at the building pressure, but Isabel stopped once again.
“You heard me. Beg.”
Victoria groaned as her eyes rolled back in pleasure. This was it. This was the precipice. This was the moment when she could say no. When she could take back control.
But she didn’t want control. She wanted to lose it. She wanted Isabel.
Softly, shyly, she breathed out a whisper. “Please. Please fuck me.”
Isabel slipped in a finger at her words. “Good girl.”
Slowly, Isabel pumped her index finger in and out of her pussy, while her middle finger extended towards her clit, rubbing it as she drove her finger in. But it wasn’t enough. Victoria whined, needing more.
Isabel tsked, but continued the slow torture as she said, “You have to tell me what you want like a good girl.”
Victoria let a deep groan loose and then, louder this time, she begged. “Oh God! More! Please! I need more! Fuck me hard. Fill me!”
Isabel growled with pleasure and immediately added two more fingers. She ramped up the speed, giving Victoria what she wanted. Isabel fucked her hard with her fingers and moaned loudly. She felt trapped beneath Isabel, completely out of control. Sheknewshe should hate this. She should want control. But she didn’t. She was soaking up every second of this. Her hips bucked wildly in time with Isabel’s movements.
She moaned loudly and the water from her rain-slicked hair dripped into her open mouth. She felt reckless, and she wanted more.
Feeling bolder, she screamed out. “More. Fill me more. Fuck me so hard.”
Isabel audibly sucked in a breath, the air whistling between her teeth. “Now that’s a good girl.”
Isabel added in a fourth, and spread Victoria wide, pumping hard. As she shoved in deep, she opened her fingers, spreading Victoria more. Finally, she added in her thumb slowly, folded in tight, and pressed her entire hand inside of Victoria.
Victoria felt her body open for Isabel’s whole hand and welcome it inside her. Oh she wanted this. She wanted this so badly. It felt so good being so full like this.
Both women groaned deeply, and Victoria could barely hear Isabel swear under her breath over her own loud moans.
Isabel’s pace was relentless. Just when Victoria thought she couldn’t possibly take any more, Isabel shifted, and closed her hand into a fist inside her and began thrusting deeply in and out. It felt better than anything else in the world. Exquisite. Victoria screamed out. “Oh god! Oh yes. Oh. Isabel.”
She had never been so filled. Isabel kept a punishing pace, not giving Victoria a moment’s rest, pushing her to a climax. Victoria screamed out, no words could form—instead just a guttural cry of pleasure as she squirted. Her legs shook through her orgasm, and Victoria knew she wouldn’t be standing if it weren’t for thecouch’s arm bracing her hips and Isabel’s firm grasp on her tied arms.
She rode the last wave of her orgasm, expecting Isabel to stop, but instead, Isabel groaned in satisfaction. “No. Give me more. Again.”
Victoria gasped as Isabel ramped the pace back up, fucking her so hard she saw stars behind her eyes. It didn’t take long for her walls to clamp around Isabel’s fist.
Victoria screamed out, her voice raw as she orgasmed yet again. She could feel the liquid running down her thighs as she squirted for a second time. Victoria had never felt pleasure like this. Pleasure that overrode all thoughts, all bodily functions. Isabel slowly let go of her tied arms, and Victoria limply flopped over, her face slamming into the cushion.
Tremors shook Victoria’s body as Isabel pulled out and grabbed her legs. With surprising strength, Isabel flipped Victoria over. Victoria gasped and pulled up to look at Isabel questioningly, watching her lower down to her knees.
Growling, Isabel looked her in the eyes. “I want to lick up all that sweet juice.”
Putting a hand on Victoria’s belly, Isabel pushed back, forcing Victoria to fall back once more. Isabel moved forward reaching for the apex of Victoria’s thighs. She licked and nipped her inner thighs, cleaning every last drop off Victoria before she then used her tongue to spread her folds. Isabel licked and sucked withconfidence, her tongue whipping Victoria back into a frenzy. Her back arched as she reached forward to grab Isabel’s hair. The tangled shirt and bra fell to the ground, freeing her to run her fingers through that dark mess of curls.
Victoria didn’t have time for thoughts. She didn’t have time for anything but to moan and scream in pleasure as she rocketed toward another orgasm. Victoria was shocked to feel herself begin to squirt again, and she pulled back. She felt shame and embarrassment quickly burn through her, but before she could get away, Isabel growled.
