Isaac learned something about himself then, with Layla on the counter, her hand in his hair, and his head between her legs.
He’d always been good at following directions–it was what made him the perfect student, and would make him a perfect worker (should he ever decide to work because he certainly didn’t have to). Now, that was probably motivated by a desperate need for approval that he’d never gotten from his parents, but right then, right there, with Layla’s husky, breathy voice, and her words that walked the line between encouragement and demands, Isaac felt like that was what he was born for. Whatever bullshit he dealt with, whatever effort he put into being “a good boy”, it was all for this. Not necessarily only with Layla, and only in this moment, but this was the moment he understood: pleasing someone, like this, hearing their needs, their wants, and making them happen? That’s what Isaac was supposed to be doing with his life.
So even through his whimpering and moaning, his shivering and trembling, he complied. His hands, soft and gentle, slid along her thighs and over her hips until they were resting at the small of her back; his arms, firm and strong, rested beneath those thighs, bearing her weight–he wanted her to be comfortable, while he did exactly as she asked. He slowed down, took his time–to put it crudely, he was essentially making out with her pussy. It was intimate, it was tender, but it was still breathy and hot. Would this make her cum? Isaac didn’t know, but he did know that, at least for the time being, that wasn’t the point–and he was all too happy to stay right there, kissing, licking, and sucking, until she gave him a new set of directions.
when his hands shifted underneath her hips and lifted her up, so it was easier for him to use his mouth just the way she demanded, she moaned in delight. her body shook just a bit and her head tipped back, eyes closed, so that she could enjoy the languid strokes of his talented tongue. layla had every intention of forcing him to put his money where his mouth had been. issac had spoken so much about how he could make her cum and that he’d fuck her better than her ex ever could. now, normally, issac might not have been capable of such a thing, but she was going to guide him and goad him until she got exactly what she wanted from the other man. all of those little trips, all of those teasing quips, all of them were going to be brought into reality.
each stroke of his rough, eager tongue had layla’s body on pins and needles and she made sure that he got the proper praise that he deserved for listening to her needs. “ that’s it, handsome. keep going just like that. get me nice and wet for your dick, “ she said with a gasp, head tipping forward to catch his glorious gaze again. her hands reach down and tangle into his hair, pulling him closer each time his tongue hit a particular spot that she wanted extra attention on. clit throbbed with every bit of pleasure that rushed through her and she was finally starting to feel that building pressure in her core. it was a sure sign that he was going to make her. and if he did it once, she’s certain that he’d get the honor of doing the same thing all night long for her.
“ god----yes baby. you’re gonna make me---make me-- “ she says with bated breath, that was hard to get control of, no matter how much she tried. chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, compose herself before she completely let go. “ put your fingers inside of me. be a good boy and see how wet you make me. make me cum and i’ll let you cum wherever you want. you want to cum? then make me cum. “ and she was getting dangerously close. teetering on the edge because of the anticipation that had led up to this moment with him.
