Be My Queen

Her stiffled moans echoed in the room with each stroke he gave, and as if enjoying the little torture, he increased the speed. Isadora's breath hitched yet she wanted him to continue. It was a weird yet pleasurable feeling.

He placed soft kisses on her belly trailing down with his fingers still stroking her sweet spot. Damn it! Her body was completely alien to her. Each stroke he administered took her to heights of pleasure she never knew existed. She heard him pause just as she had bit her lip to suppress another moan. Concerned as to why he had stopped, she looked up to see him placing himself between her, and before she could see his length, he had bent down to capture her lips on hers.