Isabelle Chapter 4 - Sex Stories

Isabelle Chapter 4

... be devastating. I don’t think I could handle that, much less an entire year. “What are you doing?” I asked he as she slowly reached a hand down to my belt. “Shhh,” she said as my belt buckle opened up. Isabelle pulled the belt out of the loops and tossed it aside. My excitement grew as her hand slowly reached underneath my jeans. Her hand slowly massaged my growing cock from outside of my underwear, but once I was hard, she went to work. She pulled back and slid her hand underneath my underwear, unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans with the other hand. I moaned softly as her finger tips tickled the head of my cock before she pulled her hand back. Isabelle sat up from my bed, crawling to the end of it where she grabbed onto my pants, puling them down past my ankles. My boxers were all that remained between my now rock hard length and the outside world, but Isabelle was determined to free me. As she pulled off my boxers, I threw my shirt over my head, tossing it to my belt on the floor. I was now completely naked, my cock sticking straight up into the air. Isabelle quickly disrobed, tossing her clothes aside in a pile with mine. She wore just her cute panties and bra, looking at me with a cute smile. Slowly, she unhooked her bra, bringing it down to her forearms as her tits fell out. “Je t’aime,” she said, letting her bra fall to the ground before jumping on top of me. Her body was light and beautiful and her fall was graceful. Time seemed to slow down for us when we were ...

... together, every kiss lasting a lifetime. As Isabelle fell into my arms, pressing my cock in-between our bodies, she kissed my lips, hugging her arms around my neck. She moved her head next to mine, smelling my cologne. “Je t’aime,” I said, kissing her cheek. Isabelle started gently grinding on me, sending waves of pleasure through both of our bodies. I liked how at any moment the mood could turn from romantic to sexy and back again. Everything seemed so spontaneous, but so right. “Take your panties off,” I said as we kissed. “Do it for me,” she whispered, kissing me again. I reached down to her ass, pulling her panties down over her ass and thighs. When I got them about half way down, Isabelle did the rest, flinging them to my desk. “Keep them,” she giggled, “You’re going to remember tonight.” I smiled at her, rolling both of us over on my bed so that I was on top, my eager cock pinned between her wet slit and my stomach. “Oh yeah, why’s that?” I said, kissing her again. She gasped as I pressed it down on her clit. “Baisez-moi,” she moaned, which meant, “Fuck me.” “What?” I asked. “Fuck me, Lucas,” she said. At first, I was surprised, taken back by her request, but she kept forcing her hips up to my hard cock and I knew I had to do something. “Hold on,” I said. I got off of Isabelle and went over to my desk, opening the bottom drawer. When Kristy and I were dating, I had bought a box of condoms, we only used a few, so there was a lot left. “No,” Isabelle said as I pulled one out. ...