A Moment of Relief

"Bye Dad, take care of yourself. I love you," Isabella said as she embraced her father tightly, cherishing the warmth of their connection.

"I love you too, my baby. Bye," her father replied, his voice filled with affection. With a final wave, he stepped out of the doorway, leaving Isabella and Azazel alone in the comfort of their home.

As the front door closed, Isabella released a deep exhale, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. A sense of relief washed over her, knowing that her father had accepted Azazel.

Turning towards Azazel, she met his gaze, a smile forming on her lips. "Wow, thank God it's over," she exclaimed, her voice laced with a mixture of exhaustion and gratitude.

Azazel's eyes sparkled with affection as he reached out, gently caressing her cheek. "Yes," he murmured.

Isabella leaned into his touch, savoring the warmth and security he provided. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. In that moment, the world around them faded, leaving only the profound connection they shared.

A surge of passion ignited between them, the intensity of their emotions pouring into a passionate kiss. Their lips melded together, their bodies pressed against each other, as if merging into one.

Azazel breaks the kiss and scoops her up without a word and she squeaks, half laughing as he carry her over to his room. He lay her down carefully, and she looks up at him, eyes wide with wonder. Isabella leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. Azazel deepened the kiss immediately, his tongue slipping into her mouth. This kiss was unlike the ones she experienced with him before. Azazel claimed her mouth, making her tremble with the need for more.

She caught the hem of his shirt and lifted it over him, chest fluttering at the sight of his lean, hard lines. As soon as she dropped his shirt on the ground he grabbed her, his calloused palms brushing up her sides, gathering fabric as they went. He tossed her shirt aside, then studied her intensely.

"Isabella," he said, voice deep, raspy.

Isabella fought a smile. "Are you praying to me, Azazel?" His inky gaze scraped up her body to her eyes.

The muscles in his jaw leaped and she arched against him as his hands skimmed around her back to unhook her bra. "Something like that."

He moved one of her bra straps down her arm, his eyes tracing the slow path of his fingers as they skated down the side of her breast, following the curve of it. When they skated back up, his rough palm cupped her, sending chills out through her.

Again his touch was infuriatingly light, but his gaze was so furiously dark it seemed to dig into her, and she rocked with his motion, responding to his touch.

The corner of his mouth twitched as his eyes moved back to hers. He freed her other bra strap and the fabric fell away. The intensity of his dark eyes on her breast. He went down to her breast, gently sucking on her nipples and circling them with his tongue. Isabella caressed the back of his head, as her chest heaved each time he pulled her nipples.

He slips his hand beneath her skirt and begins to pull down her underwear at the same time as she hook her thumbs onto the hips of his jeans and pushes them down. Her panties make it to her ankles, and she kicks them off, just as he walks his way to her clit.

Isabella squirmed and moaned softly, squeezing her nipples between her fingers as Azazel's tongue flicked lightly over her clit. Azazel sucked Isabella's labia into his mouth, running his tongue along their edge, eliciting a gasped

"Yesssssss!" of pleasure.

Savoring the rich taste of Isabella's juices as they flowed over his tongue, Azazel began to lick harder, exerting more pressure on his lover's clit. Isabella's body writhed on the bed as she gave herself to sensations that were beginning to overwhelm her.

"Ohhhhhh!" she moaned as she felt Azazel slide a finger into her tunnel, stroking the inner walls of her pussy as he lapped at her clit.

The walls of Isabella's pussy gripped Azazel's finger as he slid it in and out. Slowly, he inserted a second and was rewarded with another sensuous moan.

"I want you inside," Isabella screamed in pleasure. A smile curls a corner of Azazel's mouth as he lifts her knee, his thick cock pressing between her legs.

"I will take you on a ride to the sky," he promises.

Thrusting his hips slow and steady, he reaches down and works his cock inside her. She groans, feeling herself stretch as he sinks into her, going deeper and deeper and burying himself to the hilt.

The loud slaps of their skin smacking against each other echoed against the walls, and the wet noises made the both of them only grow with need.

"Isabella, you're so..." Azazel groaned, unable to find the words as his hips moved, faster and more erratically as he began to climb his climax.

"Azazel, I can't... I'm going to... Oh my god," Isabella moaned, her entire body tensing as her stomach swelled. Everything felt like it was on fire as she felt her orgasm begin to take hold of her.

"Cum for me, Bella," Azazel said, taking her bottom lip between his as she cried out. The knot in her stomach unfurled at his words, her seed spraying across her stomach as she came. Azazel groaned into her mouth as she shook, his thrusts unraveling into disarray as he too came inside her.

Azazel collapsed on top of her, sweaty and hot, his face resting on the curve of her neck. She felt his dick slide out of her, leaving her feeling a little empty. The momentary emptiness soon disappeared when Azazel rolled off her to pull her into a tight embrace, their faces level.