“Well, you need a full night’s sleep, but I’ve been walking around all day trying not to bend you over the nearest desk, so I’m thinking we both have some needs to fulfil.”
“I like how that sounds.”
Isabel moved from her spot and back into Micah’s lap. She straddled him while leaning over, placing a light kiss on the side of his neck.
“I love the way you smell,” she murmured into his ear as he pressed his hips up into her. There was no mistaking his rock hard shaft under her and the thought that she could turn on such a gorgeous man fed her ego like nothing else. She slipped from his lap and knelt in front of him, undoing his belt and zipper while never breaking eye contact.
“Fuck, you are beautiful,” he groaned as she released him from his pants and black boxer briefs.
She looked down at his cock, and her mouth watered. It was long, hard, and thick as she wrapped her hand around him. It was velvety soft and yet so hard it surprised her it didn’t hurt him. He reached for her hand and kept his around hers, showing her exactly how he liked to be stroked. It wasn’t as if it was the first time she had done something like this, but she preferred not to guess what he would like, so him showing her was perfect. Soon she found a rhythm that must have pleased him because he let go and leaned his head back on the couch, thrusting his hips forward into her hand.
“Yes, just like that. Damn, Izzy.”
A drop of pre-cum shone at the tip and she leaned forward to lick him clean. His eyes shot open and his head snapped up to look at her. He watched as her movement slowed and she leaned forward, taking him deep into her mouth. She closed her eyes and moaned as his hand wrapped around the back of her head, tangling in her hair.
“That’s a very good girl.”
His encouragement was all she needed. Her movement was erratic as she took more of him deeper into her throat, wanted badly to please him. Micah let out a low growl that made her insides melt. She could feel the wetness between her legs as he thrust into her again and again, fucking her mouth unconcerned as she gagged whenever he hit the back of her throat. Isabel could barely breathe and tears ran down her face as she stared him in the eyes. The look on his face was one she wouldn’t trade for anything.
“Fuck Iz, take it. That’s it, yes, fuck yes!” he said as she felt his cum shoot into her throat and his thrusts slowed. When it was over, he pulled himself from her mouth and leaned back on the couch, reaching out a hand for her.
Isabel licked her lips, sure not to waste a drop of him, and crawled back into his lap. She felt his heart was racing under her hand and the small parts of his exposed skin beneath his dress shirt were clammy, but his grip around her was strong. She lay her head back on his chest as he rubbed his hand over her back.
“You are... fucking amazing.” Micah lifted her chin, catching her lips on a searing kiss that made her shift in his lap. She needed him so badly it was embarrassing how desperate she was for the friction.
“Are you wet for me, Izzy?” he moaned into her mouth.
“Ahh, huh... yeah. I am,” she said as he moved down her neck and pulled at her tight nipple with his teeth.
“Come on, I need you naked in bed.”