Isobelle Inches Forward

At last, Isobelle sits in the expensive silence of Ezra's car. Her freshly shaven thighs peep out from the short hem of her favourite dress. On her body the fabric pools like liquid.

"Let me take you to my place"

Ezra glances at her. Isobelle lets the air out between her teeth and rearranges her legs. She is not relaxed, something that pleases him. Ezra likes it when he has the upper-hand.

At the high rise, Ezra uses his keys and a security pass, leading her through the foyer and up the lift. It's up and up. From the balcony Isobelle can see the city skyline. She stands outside, enjoying the warm air, whilst he gets them both drinks.

Eventually he stands in the doorway, silhouetted by the kitchen lights. Isobelle's pulse races. It's real. Her legs begin to tremble. She turns from him to the view, trying to rekindle her strength.

"Beautiful".

Does he mean her or the view?

In a lazy movement akin to seduction, Ezra closes the distance between them and as she turns to face him, rubs his palm up the length of her back. His full lips descend on hers. It's a fierce first kiss. Hot and possessive.

Ezra breaks away from their embrace to curl a finger on the warm, soft flesh of her upper arm. It renders her incoherent, the simple gesture sending her senses into overdrive.

Isobelle can't think.

"I. I..."

She clears her throat, unable to breath as she reads the sardonic promise in his glittering eyes. She licks her lips for the sweet taste of champagne. Ezra experiences a jolt of lust. He chuckles in his disarmingly soft way.

"I've got ideas about you and I. Things I wouldn't want to do in a public place with you. It is why I have asked you here tonight. Stay with me?"

Between her thighs, Isobelle's swollen pussy begins to ache for his touch. Her swollen lips are lush and wanting.

Isobelle starts to take off her clothes. Ezra's admiration is written all over his face. The slippery fabric of her dress descends to the floor and beneath it, her light curves are coated in black. A balconette bra hugs her breasts and presents them, below it, her knickers are tiny and lace.

As he surveys his prize, Ezra can see the pulse in her neck. He sees her actions for what they really are: an act of bravado from this nubile, sweet lady. Her racing heart beat gives her away.

His keen eyes take in the scene and his cock begins to throb. There will be no misunderstanding tonight. Preamble has shredded with her dress.

Ezra remains motionless. His silence gives him an air of royalty and Isobelle plays along. Parting her lips in anticipation, she pads sensually towards her stranger. His blue eyes take in the scene, his dark skin glows in the lamp light and for now, her gaze is focused on his full mouth.

Soon she comes close enough to brush his chest with her hand . She reaches up and plants a kiss on the firm skin of his neck. He smells of faint, expensive cologne and sandalwood.

Gently easing her tongue from her mouth she flicks it over his skin, tastes his flesh and stands on tip toes, managing to plant another soft kiss near his ear.

Ezra can hear her breathing as it changes. He is no fool and knows his power. For now she is coy and hesitant, he need to bide his time. Her frame too slight , her actions too gentle for him to reveal the true force of his lust just yet. Ezra finds his interest in this beautiful creature piqued. Tonight he could be given the chance to take her innocence. The thought rouses his senses to fever pitch.

Isobelle takes a series of breaths to steady herself. She is shaking. She kisses the corner of his mouth, offering a suggestion. Still, he does not respond. Isobelle takes a step back. Blinks. She takes in the rising bulge in his expensive trousers. Ezra imagines her tight, virginal pussy closing in around his proud cock.

A jolt of electricity fuels his veins. He kisses her lips, gently at first, insinuating his tongue into her wet, inviting mouth . She responds and leans into his kisses, straining for more. Ezra dips his hand down to cup a breast, burning a path with his mouth to the soft, protruding flesh. One hand strokes the skin on her flat stomach and Ezra can feel her quiver in answer to his touch.

She wriggles and presses herself closer, inadvertently rubbing her almost-naked form on his growing erection. He groans, corners her against a wall and allows his cloth covered cock to nestle in the inviting hollow of her thighs. His fingers tracing the material of her bra, setting her sensitive skin alight. Isobelle whimpers as Ezra releases the catch, bending an eager head to suckle. Her puckered, pink nipple glistens. Isobelle runs her feverish fingers through his thick, dark hair. He looks up from lavishing attention on her moist breast. Ezra takes in the scene. Her skin is flushed, breathing unsteady and her eyes are desirous pools.

"Fuck me?" she asks softly "I've dreamed of you for days"

He chuckles, a sound that is soft and dense like wood and clover.

"Where would you like me to start?"

His rumbled response breaks the ice between them once more.

"I want to take your velvet steel in my mouth"

Isobelle flexes her slender finger for effect.

"Velvet steel?"

Chuckles.

Isobelle tugs at his pants with shaking fingers. At last his cock bounces free. She licks a finger and a thumb and slides her digits down from the head of his smooth, almost purple shaft to midway down it's length . His cock is thick, with a heavy head and a slight bend. It makes her pussy ache to claim him. She resists, drawing out the tension.

Isobelle sinks seductively onto her knees, she hesitates only momentarily, eyeing his tool. It's obvious she is unpracticed. Audibly, Ezra sighs. He makes ready to hide his member and lash his rampant need for her pussy. Isobelle looks at him pleadingly

"It's alright. I want to"

Ezra's cool blue eyes are expressionless .

She takes the tip between her lips. Then, as she takes more of his length into her hot, wetness he bucks against the intense pleasure in surprise.

Isobelle slurps and smiles as much as she can, shifting her weight on her knees as she tucks into her task. Soon his ample pole is slick with saliva. Ezra loses all sense of space and time as she enjoys the sensation of face-fucking in and out of her pretty lips. It's a repeated, unrelenting action that succeeds in stirring his blood. Her innocence is replaced by eagerness. He grunts in approval and tries not to cum.

"You're a good girl"

Pre-cum dawns on the eye of his cock, she can taste the salty, heavy drops. As he thrusts and grunts she can tell it won't be long.

He stops.

Pushing her from him, Ezra finds himself looking down at her dishevelled hair, her swollen lips. He clears his throat in dismay.

"You are too good at that."

More gently now. "Maybe that is enough for tonight".

His tone is ragged but his reason is firm. Isobelle palls.

"Bu..t?"

"I want to have you when you are ready. I want to enjoy you like the treat you are. "

Ezra rakes a hand through his thick, dishevelled hair before he bites out the words.

"Perhaps, for tonight, you should leave"

Ezra begins to button his pants around his extended, aching pole. Before him, Isobelle sits dumbly on the floor. From the corner of his eye he watches her, hoping the better part of her has become crazy with lust. Ezra searches her demeanor for signs that she will let him bury himself in her. For his own peace of mind, tonight, if they are to make love, she has to come to him. It has to be her choice.

He retrieves her dress and thrusts it at her. She looks at him pleadingly.

"But you have undressed me with your eyes for weeks?" her voice is soft.

"You are not even sure what it is you ask of me. Isobelle? What is it you you want from me?"

Isobelle hesitates.

"Say it."

Quietly,"I already told you once tonight"

"I'm asking you to say it again. I need to hear it"

In her eyes, Ezra can read the disbelief. He can also see the veiled heat in her gaze.

"What I want" Isobelle begins evenly, "Is for you to fuck me"

Ezra ceases to adjust his clothes. Deftly and without warning he reaches in and teases the bush at the cleft of her legs, caressing her thighs in the same motion. He sinks two digits into her folds. Isobelle's lips part in surprise but she meets his gaze like a siren, poised and without shame. His fingers continue to rub the delicious wetness, finding her clitoris and when they do, her knees almost buckle.

"Is this what you want?"

"No. I want cock" she smiles dreamily, her whole body alive and humming with need. "You can tell I want it . Ca...an't you?"

Isobelle gasps as he thrusts his digits inside her. He continues to pet in a steady rhythm that brings her closer and closer to ecstasy. He glides his finger over her clit, teasing the nub gently. She lets out a little moan.

"Please?"

A heart beat.

"Do you like my mahogany table?"

Ezra's tone is dry. She nods.

"Go over to it. Lean over so your breasts touch the wood. Show yourself to me"

Isobelle does just that. She leans across the table. Her plump pussy faces him.

"Spread your legs"

Isobelle is aware that if she shows him her sweetness he will see the pearly sheen of desire on her flesh. He will see for himself that she is ready and aching to be plundered. With a sigh she spreads her thighs.

In the glow of the lamps on the sideboard, Ezra can indeed see evidence of her enthusiasm. He makes no effort to go to her, keeping the distance.

"I want you to lean forward. What I want is for you to stretch yourself across my table. Do this for me?"

Wordlessly, Isobelle inches her torso further onto the table. Her pert bottom automatically pushes further into the air. She breathes in slowly, trying to keep the intake of air steady so Ezra won't hear how aroused it makes her. She fails.

She takes the erotic silence as a cue and looks over her right shoulder at him. A question mark in her expression.

"Ezra?" she breathes his name "Will you touch me?"

Ezra sees her wiggle her delectable rear in anticipation but he makes no move to go over to her. He takes a sip of his drink. The moment stretches. Isobelle looks over her shoulder at him once more . Her expression is flecked with annoyance. A smug smile plays on his lips.

"Why don't you do it yourself?"

"But...?"

"I know you have been masturbating, you practically said so yourself. Show me"

"No!"

Ezra is measured in his movements. He places his glass down on the side table, unbuttons one and then another of his shirt buttons at his collar. Finally, he is closing the distance between them. Isobelle makes as if to turn and greet him for a kiss. He places a palm firmly between her shoulders and the small of her back. It keeps her at her position.

Ezra releases his cock once more from the confines of his clothes. He throbs. His prize is so beautiful. He stands behind her with the head of his manhood nestled on the warmth of her sex. Isobelle takes frequent, shallow breaths.

"You won't touch yourself for me?"

"No." Her voice is uncertain.

Ezra removes his gift. Still facing the table, she feels the loss of his cock. The moment had been almost momentous. Isobelle's small frame is caught in a slump. Ezra braces himself.

In a swift, calculated movement he guides his cockhead into her dripping folds. Taken by surprise Isobelle is extra tight and on his first thrust Ezra experiences a heavenly sensation. Isobelle too, cries out.

"But?"

Ezra strokes once more and her words are lost. Now they are finally connected the feeling is tenfold, the anticipation has been too great. As his pole glides in and out of her pussy Isobelle revels in the new sensation. His large dick fills her slick passage, exploring and retreating in a ever-increasing rhythm.

"Ahh"

Isobelle lets her breasts slide against the finely polished wood of the table. As he pushes into her, she can feel her pelvic muscles as they quiver from the inside, Isobelle hears him groan. It's a sound of pure, gut-wrenching lust. She feels her body taking her up over the crest of a mind numbing orgasm.

"I'll teach you. You are mine." Ezra's voice comes to her from intimate proximity.

Isobelle ceases to care about conducting any sort of conversation. His pace builds until his cock and his measured movements are stretching her, filling her fantasies and her canal with a satisfying, carnal slurp. His strokes are fast and deep. Soon Ezra ups the anti and enters her whilst resting one foot on a chair, thrusting.

Despite being pleasurably reemed, Isobelle starts to feel the slow come-down from her first orgasm. Behind her, the always-composed Ezra, with his pants around his ankles, his shoes still on - is clearly lost in the moment. Isobelle's giggle becomes a squeak as she feels him grow even harder. Eagerly, Isobelle pushed back and Ezra at last, finds his release.

Ezra is instantly pliant, sated. Isobelle can't resist the urge to turn, hips first planting a heated kiss on his unsuspecting face.

"You were mind blowing. Promise me that you will teach me more?"

Ezra raises an eyebrow.