Page 74 of All Mine (The All Mine #1)
Isabella and Etienne
Those pyjamas were the hottest outfit he’d ever seen, but Etienne just wanted them off.
As soon as the bedroom door was closed, they fell on each other, lips crashing together before parting, pushing, pulsing as their tongues danced together.
Isabella undid his shirt and ran her hands across his skin, making an unconscious sound of relief as she touched him.
He closed his eyes at the sound, knowing that she needed him as much as he needed her.
Etienne peeled the pyjama top over her head in one move, and his hands moved to cup her full breasts, circle her nipples, feel them tighten under his fingers.
She dropped her head back and arched her chest towards him and he dipped his mouth to encase her in his lips, pulling lightly, enough to make her moan.
Straightening again, Isabella kissed his chest, nipping at it with her teeth, and he gasped, his erection straining in his jeans.
Her hand was already there, on him, and she could feel the heat of him through the fabric.
He growled in his throat and she moaned back into his mouth.
She flipped open his fly and pushed at his jeans.
He’d never felt so hard, so hot. She wrapped her fingers around him, unable to close the loop he was so thick, and she ran her thumb over his end, spreading the moisture already beading there.
Dropping to her knees, she tasted him, drawing him into her mouth, and Etienne held her head, controlling the motion, keeping it slow, letting her take him as deep as she could, again and again, until he couldn’t risk it any more.
He pulled her to her feet, kissing her mouth that tasted of him, letting his hands roam her body, over her breasts and down to those shorts that should be illegal.
They skimmed easily over her hips and dropped to the floor.
His hands followed, running between her legs and feeling the hot wetness of her.
He slipped one, then two fingers into the slick entry to her body, feeling her stumble slightly in his arms as her knees buckled.
He brushed her clit with his thumb and she groaned, her head lolling back on her neck, eyes closed.
He ran his hands over her, lifting her body.
She wrapped her legs around his waist to hold the position and he pushed her back to the wall, straining against her, wanting more.
He carried her across the room as if she weighed nothing and Isabella felt the strength in his chest, his arms, his shoulders.
She ran her nails across them, scoring him lightly, leaving red trails.
Etienne lowered her to standing beside the bed.
His breathing was ragged; her heart was racing as they faced each other.
‘Yes?’ he asked, his voice gruff.
‘Yes,’ she said breathlessly. ‘Please, yes.’
‘Wait,’ he said, yanking open the bedside drawer. She heard the rip of the condom foil and heard her own heartbeat as it pulsed in her veins.
She lay back on the bed, pulling him above her and wrapping her legs again around his waist.
His eyes were half closed, his mouth open.
Isabella felt the tension in her legs around him, wanting to draw them closer, force him inside her.
But they held the position, chests heaving.
They’d waited so long for this. His eyes found hers as the head of his cock opened her up.
He was big, he was so big. He stretched her gently as inch by inch, he moved inside her until she was full, completely and utterly full as she never had been before.
He paused and she moaned. Their eyes held until he dropped his mouth to kiss her, using the movement to pull back, almost out, before plunging again, smoother this time, not as hesitant, as her body opened for him and he sank to the hilt.
Kneeling between her legs now, he loomed above her, holding her knees in his hands, spreading her wider.
She felt him shift position, hitting a new deep as he moved, touching parts of her that had never been touched.
Her head rolled on the pillow as he moved one hand between her legs and found her core and rubbed in time, so that the sensation took over, the rub, the fullness, the thrust. Nothing else mattered apart from the feeling between their bodies. The electric charge that pulsed.
‘Look at me,’ he said as she rocked her head back and forth. She opened her eyes in time to see him, his eyes burning.
‘Come with me,’ he said and she felt his pace change, slamming into her with force and ferocity as he strummed her core and held her eyes and then she was arching her back before falling and falling and falling as she heard him cry out her name.