“Is this okay?” he murmurs, and she barely lets him get the question out before she’s pulling him back down.
“Yes,” she cries out against his lips.
I feel like a fiend, wanting more, needing more. I’ve never felt anything so visceral in all my life. The energy between them and the sight of my two favorite people on earth devouring each other has me wanting to explode. I love it so, so much.
“Pull up her shirt,” I whisper, and I see Drake’s hand move toward the hem before pausing. He moves away again, looking down at her with hesitation before she nods emphatically.
“Yes,” she says in a panting moan.
Then her shirt is up and her breasts are exposed, his large hand quickly covering one soft mound, squeezing and pinching the tight bud of her nipple. The more he massages her breast, the more I notice his hips grinding against her.
And the satisfaction I feel when he rolls on top of her, settling himself between her legs, is nuclear. I want him to fuck her so much it hurts. I know he probably won’t do that tonight. I imagine they’ll both want to take this slow, but the way they’re consuming each other right now has me questioning that.
His mouth moves from hers, instantly covering her nipple with his lips. He’s sucking and nibbling, moaning into her flesh, which I know drives her crazy. Her back arches and she lets out a loud hum of pleasure.
I’m just lying here on my side, watching this scene play out, and I feel like a lurker, intruding on a private moment between two people who desperately want each other.
My God, how long have they felt this? Have these feelings been lying dormant or is it the forbidden nature of it all that’s driving this passion? Either way, I can’t believe how good this feels to watch.
“You should taste her,” I say. “You wouldn’t believe how good she tastes, Drake.”
Isabel lets out a small yelp, lifting her head to stare down at him.
“I want to taste her,” he replies, his feral gaze on her face. “Is that okay?”
She nods again. But before he moves down between her legs, she grabs his face and pulls him up to her mouth to kiss him again. When he’s had his fill of her mouth, he travels down her body, tugging down her pajama pants and taking her underwear with them, so she’s bare for him. She’s hesitant, I can tell. Wriggling her knees together as he runs his hands along her thighs.
“Spread your legs for him, baby,” I whisper. “Let him see how beautiful you are.”
Her knees finally fall apart as her breathing picks up. At the sight of her naked cunt, Drake lets out a growl.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Isabel,” he whispers as he tosses her clothes away and lowers himself between her legs. First, he plants a soft kiss against her belly, and I watch her tender flesh erupt in shivers and goosebumps. Then he presses his lips to the inside of each thigh, and Isabel pants and hums in anticipation.
When she turns her head to look at me, I smile, biting my lip as I lean in, taking her mouth in a bruising kiss. With her lips against mine, she lets out a loud whimper, and I glance down to see Drake’s mouth buried between her legs. I pull away from her to watch as he licks at her pussy, lapping his tongue eagerly against her clit.
Isabel is squirming and clawing at the bed with her nails as he tongue-fucks her with vigor.
“Drake, yes!” she cries out. I can’t help but touch her. I know I’m probably not supposed to be involved, but she’s too delicious to abstain. I brush her hair back, running my hands down her throat, feeling the vibration of her noises against my fingers.
“Look at you, baby. So beautiful like this.”
Drake growls against her cunt, gazing up at her as he thrusts his tongue between her folds. Her legs are squirming around him, her back arched, and her small breasts bouncing with the deep heaving of her breaths.
“Make her come, Drake. She’s so beautiful when she comes.”
Drake hums again. Then he pierces her with two fingers as he sucks eagerly on her clit, making her scream. Her panting is growing slower and deeper, a sign that I know means she’s about to lose it.
She digs her fingers into his hair, latches her thighs around his head, and nearly flies off the bed. It’s the greatest thing I’ve ever seen. I’ve made Isabel come more times than I can ever count, but I never had the chance to truly watch it. My eyes are feasting on the sight of her strong muscles contracting, her long neck exposed as she lets her head hang back. Her eyes are closed in a look of euphoric bliss, and her delicate lips are parted as she lets out a raspy cry.