“That’s a start.” He watched every micro expression cross her face as he brushed his fingers over her sex again and again, just whispers of friction, teasing her until her breath quickened. Until she started to wriggle toward his touch.
“This is the sweetest little secret, this juicy little pussy.” He pushed one finger inside her, an excruciatingly slow movement. Then he pulsed deeper, rubbing the swell that made her head fall back on a moan. “I could finger fuck you for hours, just watching your reactions, teasing you into a hundred orgasms with nothing but my fingers and tongue.”
Ava groaned, an impatient sound.
Isaac used his free hand to push her skirt to her hips, opening a deliciously erotic view of his masculine hand invading and manipulating her tight, nearly bare sex. He moaned and shifted on the bench, trying to relieve his own need. “Look at this pretty pussy,” he murmured. “Watch me touch you, Ava.”
She opened her eyes and let her head list foreword. Isaac added a second finger and fucked her in slow, deep strokes while she moaned.
“You like that, don’t you?” he murmured, his own breath coming quicker. “You like my fingers inside you.”
His fingers glistened from her excitement, making him hungry. Her scent filled his head, making him high. He dragged her wetness over her clit and pushed back inside her, earning him a tortured moan.
“I’m going to watch myself finger fuck you until you break,” he told her, pushing into her slick folds. Watching his big, rough, stained fingers disappear into her pink, plump, slick pussy.
Ava’s hips shifted and rocked on the edge of the piano ledge. “Isaac…”
He ignored her plea. He was having way too much fun. He was fascinated by the sight of her. “Don’t rush me, baby. I’ve found a new addiction. And I’m obsessed.”
She whimpered.
“I’m going to discover exactly what makes you writhe and moan and scream and whimper.”
“Oh my God,” she murmured and dropped her head back. “Isaac.”
Releasing her ankle, he licked the fingers of his other hand and stroked saliva across her clit with his thumb. Ava’s hips bucked off the ledge, and she choked out a sound, forcing fire through Isaac’s veins. While he stroked deep inside her with one hand, he continued to make whisper-soft circles over her clit and watch Ava rise until she climaxed.
Her back arched, and her pussy squeezed his fingers in convulsive bursts that made his cock ache.
“Oh, fuck…” she breathed, head against the piano.
Isaac smiled and pulled his fingers from her pussy, dripping wet. Without giving her any break, he covered her with his mouth, licking her juices. She gasped and shivered. Drove one hand into his hair and fisted it, lifting her hips to his mouth. The woman was so fucking hot, she bent Isaac’s mind.
He slid a finger over the sweet pucker of her anus, stroking until she moaned his name again. Isaac was hungry and hard, aching to exploit her inhibitions. While he teased her clit with the tip of his tongue, he slid a finger into her backside and lifted his gaze to watch ecstasy tighten her expression. Her head lolled to the side as she watched him work her. Her eyes hazed over, her lips parted, and her legs relaxed even wider. With her hands braced on the piano cover, her feet on the bench, she lifted her hips, then lowered, fucking her ass on his finger, rubbing her pussy against his mouth.
Her head dropped back on a moan. Her body trembled.
Isaac plunged his finger deep on each drop of her ass, never giving her clit more than a split-second brush with his tongue. Ava was wild with lust, rocking her hips faster, driving into his hand harder.
When she broke, she shattered. Her body bucked. Her thighs closed, squeezing his head. Isaac covered her pussy with his mouth, drove his tongue into her, and rubbed her clit with his lips, eating her and eating her and eating her, reveling in the series of chaotic orgasms ripping through her body.
Ava finally pushed a hand into his hair and fisted it, pulling his mouth away. “Stop, stop, stop.”
“Need a break, baby?”
“Yes.”
Isaac pushed to his feet and used his body weight to keep her steady while he dragged his wallet from his back pocket. It felt like a lifetime before he could rip the condom open and roll it on. “Okay, break’s over.”
He gripped her waist, dropped her to her feet, and spun her toward the piano. After spreading her arms wide and curving her hands over the turn of the wooden key cover, Isaac guided his cock to her pussy and thrust. She enveloped him, her pussy slick and hot.
“Ah, fuck,” he bit out.
He tried to fuck her slowly, but the way she moved, the sounds she made, the sight of her bare ass, the way she held tight to the piano to meet his hammering thrusts. It was all too much. Too perfect. Isaac barely held out as he drove her to one final orgasm before letting his own tear him apart.
13
Ava floated awake, lying halfway on top of Isaac. His skin warmed her cheek. His breathing created a steady rise and fall beneath her head. And the sound of his heart thrummed rhythmically in her ear. The bed supported her lower body with soft sheets.