Isabela Part 2
"Come here!" he invites, raising his hand in front of him.
A small confusion of feelings runs through me, but I don’t let it take over. I set the water bottle on the floor, take a deep breath, and accept his hand. My legs are shaky, afraid that things might go wrong, but none of that stops me from standing in front of his body, looking closely into his deadly blue eyes.
It’s impossible that such a plump, perfect mouth could belong to an ugly man. And... who cares if it does? I lean over him, placing one knee between his legs on the chair, looking down at his mouth, feeling the moist heat growing between my legs. I place my hands on his shoulders, feeling the musky scent becoming even stronger, seeping into every pore of my body.
"Don’t touch me, please!" I ask, bringing our lips closer together.
My heart is pounding so hard that I feel like I’m going to faint. But nothing stops me from pressing our lips together, because ever since he started moving in that stupid initiation prank, all I’ve wanted was to taste him. There's no shyness, only a slight hesitation when our lips touch. It’s incredible how I can sweat with cold chills, even though an absurd fire burns in my lower parts. When my tongue slides over his, which remains still, waiting to be led, I feel like I'm being thrown into flames. I squeeze my right hand on his neck as I roughly rub my tongue against his, craving for Lobo to move his. And he does. And when he does, it’s without a doubt the hottest, most passionate kiss I’ve ever had in my life, full of need, a wet mix of tongues, an insane taste of mint, beer, and crushed lips. He lets out a moan when I dig my nails into the skin of his arm beneath the sleeve of his shirt.
"Damn, Little Red Riding Hood!" he groans between my lips, panting, desire escaping with every note of his voice.
I can’t stop. I wrap my hands around his wrists, gripping tight enough for him to understand that he shouldn’t move. I pin Lobo’s arms to the sides of his body while I straddle him, facing him. I press my breasts against the top of his stomach and cradle his face with my hands, hunting for that delicious mouth again.
"Kiss me!" I moan, grinding against his lap.
I feel an enormous erection pressing under the man’s jeans beneath me. I press my crotch against his member through his pants, letting out a moan, feeling the power that friction alone has. While I perform a seductive dance that makes me burn with desire, our mouths remain locked, our tongues entwined.
He seems to growl between my lips, trying to free his arms, but I’ve pinned them with my knees. I growl back, biting his lower lip and digging my nails into his cheeks under the mask.
Shit! I’m on fire and definitely feeling more secure and aroused than I ever imagined. I pull my hands away from his face, without breaking the kiss for a second, as I slide the cape off my body.
"I’ve never wanted to fuck a woman this badly!" he mutters between my lips, breathless, while I grind my pussy harder against his dick. "Are you really a virgin?"
"I said I’m a virgin, not a prude or an inexperienced maiden." I smile against his lips. "Can’t I be a virgin and a slut at the same time?" I ask, panting and feeling the smug curl of his smile. "If you stay like this, nice and still, letting me take the lead, it’ll work, and you’ll get to fuck me!"
I stand up and slide the costume off my body. I’m shocked by how secure and powerful I feel. Even though my heart drums in my ears, I sense that Lobo understands my terms, and that this might actually work.
He gazes at me with desire, biting his lip as his eyes travel over my entire body, living up to his nickname. I take my phone out of my bra, along with the condom, and set them on the nightstand behind him, feeling my hair brushing against his mask as I pull away from him.
"No touching, okay?" I ask, concerned.
"Got it! Give me your show, Little Red Riding Hood."
I smile as he willingly places his hands back at his sides, waiting for me to sit again in a way that will keep them immobilized. I slowly walk in front of him, but grab his hands and guide them to my back. I feel his surprise as I lead him to the clasp of my red lace bra, but it doesn’t take long for him to understand the command and slide the garment away from my breasts. Biting my lower lip, I return to straddle him.
"I’ve never had to work so hard not to come!" he whispers, but I lean forward and bring my breast to his mouth.
When his soft lips close around my nipple, I let out a long moan, gripping his hair. Everything is perfect and exhilarating... While I feel him sucking desperately on my breast, my clit pulses, and I squirm all over, but the magic breaks with one small movement. Lobo lifts his hand and squeezes the breast that’s free from his mouth.
It feels like I’m falling into deep, freezing waters that paralyze my body. I feel strangely dazed and have to blink a few times to come back to reality. It’s like I’ve stepped into a time machine, and I’m fifteen again. It takes me a few minutes to realize I’m in the present, that I’m no longer a girl without a choice.
I take a deep breath and blink, but before I completely fall apart and end up running out of his lap, I cover his hand with mine. I inhale and exhale deeply, trying to calm my heart that’s nearly sending me into a panic. He seems to notice how tense I still am with his touch. Lobo pulls away from my breast, his eyes tracing the anxious path to meet mine.
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