In the heart of a bustling city, there was a woman named Isabella. She was a striking figure with long, flowing chestnut hair that cascaded down her back. Her most captivating feature, however, were her perfect, firm breasts that stood at attention, drawing the gaze of anyone who crossed her path.
One day, as Isabella was preparing dinner in her kitchen, she felt a sudden urge to be touched and desired. She closed her eyes and let her mind wander, imagining the hands of a mysterious stranger roaming over her body.
Lost in her fantasy, she didn’t hear the front door open and close. A low, deep voice startled her out of her reverie.
“I hope you don’t mind, I let myself in.”
Isabella turned to see a tall, dark-haired man leaning against the kitchen doorway. His eyes were fixed on her breasts, and she could feel the heat of his gaze on her skin.
She opened her mouth to protest, but the words died on her lips as he stepped closer, his eyes never leaving her chest. He reached out and gently cupped her breasts in his hands, his thumb brushing over her nipples.
Isabella gasped at the contact, her body responding instantly to his touch. She closed her eyes and leaned into him, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.
He took advantage of her momentary lapse in judgement, his mouth finding hers in a searing kiss. His tongue explored her mouth, tasting and teasing, as his hands continued to roam over her body.
Isabella’s mind was a whirl of sensations as he broke the kiss and trailed his lips down her neck, his teeth nipping at her sensitive skin. She moaned as his hands reached down to her hips, pulling her close against him.
She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and she ground her hips against him, relishing in the feel of him against her.
He growled, his hands reaching down to lift her up onto the kitchen counter. He stepped between her legs, his hands reaching up to cup her breasts once more.
Isabella’s head fell back as he took one of her nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it as he sucked. She could feel herself growing wetter with each pull of his mouth, her hips moving of their own accord.
He reached down, his fingers finding her wetness. He groaned as he slipped a finger inside of her, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing in slow circles.
Isabella’s moans grew louder as he added a second finger, curling them to hit that spot deep inside of her. She could feel her orgasm building, her muscles clenching around his fingers.
With a final thrust of his fingers, she came undone, her back arching off of the counter as her orgasm washed over her.
He pulled his fingers out of her, bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean.
“Delicious,” he murmured, his eyes dark with desire.
Isabella’s breath hitched as he reached down, his cock springing free from his pants. He positioned himself at her entrance, his eyes meeting hers.
She nodded, unable to find her voice as he slowly pushed inside of her.
He groaned as he bottomed out, his hips pressing against hers. He started to move, his thrusts slow and deep at first, before picking up speed.
Isabella’s moans grew louder as he fucked her, her nails digging into his back as she held on.
He reached down, his thumb finding her clit once more. He rubbed slow circles as he continued to thrust into her, his pace driving her wild.
She could feel her orgasm building again, her muscles clenching around him as he fucked her harder and faster.
With a final thrust, she came again, her orgasm sending him over the edge. He groaned as he filled her, his hips still moving as he emptied himself inside of her.
He collapsed against her, his forehead resting against hers as they both caught their breath.
“I think I’m going to like having you around,” Isabella murmured, a smile playing at her lips.
He chuckled, his lips finding hers in a gentle kiss.
“I think I’m going to like it too.”
