Isabelle

This is insane. I'm insane. What am I doing? We were just fighting.

This is clearly a sign of a head injury. Why else would we be doing this?

The thoughts whirl relentlessly through my mind as I kiss Adam for the who-the-fuck-knows-how-manyth time since I clasped my thighs around him. He smells like heaven and tastes like happiness in the form of forever and day.

Oh yeah, that's why.

He pushes open the door as I lean my head back, moaning when he nibbles my neck, a soft growl escaping his lips. The simple action sends a surge of overwhelming elation to my clit.

God, I'm glad we didn't smash his balls earlier.

I silently praise my earlier self-control as he lays me down on the bed, gently removing my glasses and setting them on the nightstand before focusing his attention back on me. He towers above me, and I eagerly hold my breath, watching as he strips off his vest and button-down shirt. He kisses me again, and my entire body tingles with excitement. My hand instinctively moves to unbuckle his belt, but he leans back, swiftly swatting it away, a scowl on his face.

"Did I tell you to do that?" His voice is stern. I blush, feeling like a little girl caught doing something wrong, and shake my head. "I didn't think so. Now be a good girl and wait for my instructions."

He leans back in, his lips finding my neck again, and the sensation makes my toes curl. As I moan softly, he whispers, "I promise, you won't be disappointed."

My breath quickens as he tears away the last two buttons on my already torn shirt. His lips travel from my neck down to my chest, and when his mouth finds my bare breasts, I let out a small squeal, overwhelmed by the sweet sensation of his tongue swirling around my nipple as he sucks hard.

I've never been so glad to have my breasts so readily available. He smiles at me as my moans grow louder with pleasure. But just when I feel like I'm about to cum from this simple interaction, he stops and continues his slow descent, his tongue trailing down my body, teasing every inch along the way until he finds my navel.

He pauses, standing over me once again, and I can't help but wonder what he'll do next. My hand aches to reach for his cock again, but I resist, knowing better now. I lick my lips, anticipation building as I think about the moment he'll release all of himself to me. His gaze stays locked on mine for what feels like an eternity, and I can feel my thighs growing wetter with every passing second. Finally, he grins, that crooked smile, before vanishing between my legs.

He unfastens my pants, using his mouth to tug down the zipper, revealing my panties. His grin widens as he stares at them, then pulls my pants down to the floor. I close my eyes, a soft moan escaping me when his thumb presses against my throbbing clit.

His thumb presses against my clit again, and I can't help but throw my head back, moaning. A quick slap to my thigh snaps me back to him, sending a shiver through me. "I said, look at me," he repeats. My eyes stay locked on his as he presses my clit once more, and though I'm tempted to close my eyes, I know better. He's testing my obedience, so I keep my focus on him as I groan. He removes his touch, grinning. "Good girl. Now pull your panties down and spread those legs so I can see that virgin pussy."

My hands move to the waistband of my panties, but I hesitate. Why am I hesitating? It's not like he hasn't already seen me. But that was different. We were different. A tremor of excitement courses through me as I notice his patience wearing thin.

"Now," he growls, and the command alone sends a fresh wave of heat to my already swollen clit.

My breath comes quicker as I obey. I slide my panties down and spread my legs for him, the cool air grazing my wet lips, making me even more aware of how soaked I am. His eyes sparkle, locked onto my exposed pussy, his breathing growing heavier, matching mine. The heat between us builds, drawing us closer, the pull irresistible. I know he yearns for me as badly as I'm yearning for him. Slowly, our breathing syncs, as if we're already connected without even touching. As he inhales, I inhale. When I exhale, so does he. It feels like our souls are entwined, like we've both been waiting for this moment far longer than either of us realized.