Isabelle: Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

Isabelle: Chapter 3

... onto my bed. I fell back, holding on to Isabelle as she playfully screamed, “Ah! Qui tombe!” I laughed as she positioned her head over mine, looking at me in the eyes directly before planting a kiss on my lips. Her lips tasted like cinnamon sugar today, and I could not get enough of them. I started scooching up on my bed so my legs weren’t hanging off the edge, but gave up as it was a little too awkward. Instead, I sat up again, holding Isabelle in my arms as I stood up, turned around and flopped her back down on my bouncy mattress. She giggled her enlivening giggle as I lowered myself over her slim body. As I rested my chest on hers, beginning to kiss her again, I could feel her perky nipples through her small, blue v-neck. She lifted one of her legs up, wrapping it over my thigh, bringing me closer to her as her nipples hardened. I could feel myself beginning to get hard as we continued to kiss passionately. “Oh, Lucas,” she moaned as my kisses moved down to her neck. Her lustful hands moved along my broad shoulders, feeling up to my jaw while I gently pecked her neck with my soft lips. Isabelle’s hips instinctively started gyrating on my crotch while I moved my kisses back up to her eager lips, smelling her sweet perfume. It mixed with my cologne in almost all of my shirts, forming a new smell, greater than before. “Lucas,” she said, grabbing my attention. I looked her in her yearning, green eyes, staring deeply into them. “Isabelle,” I said, playing with her. “I… I love ...

... you,” she said, looking into my eyes for a true reaction. “I love you too,” I said slowly, “I love you in every sense of the word,” I said, hugging her closer to me. And I did. I never wanted to be apart from her and when we were together, I felt this warm, comfortable feeling inside. We never ran out of things to say, even though we pretty much did everything together. I thought of her every second of the day. Even though I already had her, I was still trying to woo her and win her over. “What do you love about me?” she asked in a playful manner. “I love you because you are you.” I started, “Everything you do makes me happier. You make me strive to become a better person, not just to woo you, but because being a better person makes me feel closer to your level or perfection. Isabelle, your infectious smile gives me goosebumps and whenever you laughed, I feel amazing. I never want to be away from you, not even for a second.” I said, all in French so she could better understand it, also because I knew she appreciated it when I spoke French to her. Isabelle started to tear up as I went on. “I got that off of a bumper sticker,” I joked when I had exhausted my linguistic talent. Isabelle giggled, wiping her eyes with her fingers, smearing her mascara a little bit. I leaned in and kissed her quivering lips. “Now, show me,” she said grabbing hold of my hands, brining them closer to her breasts. My kisses ran down her neck as I gently massaged her supple breasts, feeling her nipples ...