She slept in his arms, blissfully unaware of the world outside the room. He was big and strong, protective; she felt safe and let herself open up to him. His hands travel over her body; he woke when she rolled over, not yet used to sharing his bed with a woman. She sighed, pressing her naked body against his, softly waking. She felt light fingers travel across the undersides of her breast, following the curve that lay there. Warm air flowed across her skin, a kiss pressed to her sweet spot.
"Isabelle," he sighed, his voice filled with passion and need.
Hands grow more demanding; he pulls her light frame closer to his, kisses turn to nibbles, and then to bites on her shoulders. She wakes more now, her body responds, her nipples harden, and her breath deepens as she wakes. There is a wetness growing between her thighs, she can feel the tip of his cock moving slightly and she shivers with lust.
His hands move lower, he wants her, wants to make the most of their short time together. Her back arches against him, his fingers dance around the inside of her thighs, nails gently scraping, and adrenaline enhancing the shivers running though her body.
"Andrew," she whimpers against him, "Andrew..."
Her voice is husky, he growls in her ear, his fingers seek out her clit; there is no softness any more. She needs what he is giving to her, her legs are spread, she whimpers, desperate, begging, aching for him to stop teasing her. His hand cups her, feeling her warmth letting her know that he is there, but waiting till she cannot wait any more.
She cries out when he finally touches her, taking her clit between his fingers and pinching it. There is no pain, only pleasure and she is begging him for more, moaning his name like a whore. He is not soft and gentle, he is demanding, awaking a hunger inside her.
Fingers slip inside her aching pussy, curling; the air rushes from her lungs in a soundless scream. His lips find hers, her hands hold him close. His fingers move inside her, stroking, caressing. Another finger brushes against her arsehole, gently asking permission. She would give him everything, and she pushes back on his finger wantonly. His finger slips inside her arse, filling her with new sensations.
She moves as to encourage him to fill her with his cock, but he shakes his head, "Lay back and enjoy this baby."
And she does, his fingers move in and out of her holes, lips pressing against her cheek, her ear, her neck, across the top of her cleavage. His tongue traces the swell of her breast, ever inwards, until he finds her nipple. His tongue flicks across it and she gasps, his fingers thrust harder and his name leaves her lips, over and over.
"Please baby..."
