At last, Isobelle sits in the expensive silence of Ezra's car. Her freshly shaven thighs peep out from the short hem of her favourite dress. On her body the fabric pools like liquid.
"Let me take you to my place"
Ezra glances at her. Isobelle lets the air out between her teeth and rearranges her legs. She is not relaxed, something that pleases him. Ezra likes it when he has the upper-hand.
At the high rise, Ezra uses his keys and a security pass, leading her through the foyer and up the lift. It's up and up. From the balcony Isobelle can see the city skyline. She stands outside, enjoying the warm air, whilst he gets them both drinks.
Eventually he stands in the doorway, silhouetted by the kitchen lights. Isobelle's pulse races. It's real. Her legs begin to tremble. She turns from him to the view, trying to rekindle her strength.
"Beautiful".
Does he mean her or the view?
In a lazy movement akin to seduction, Ezra closes the distance between them and as she turns to face him, rubs his palm up the length of her back. His full lips descend on hers. It's a fierce first kiss. Hot and possessive.
Ezra breaks away from their embrace to curl a finger on the warm, soft flesh of her upper arm. It renders her incoherent, the simple gesture sending her senses into overdrive.
Isobelle can't think.
"I. I..."
She clears her throat, unable to breath as she reads the sardonic promise in his glittering eyes. She licks her lips for the sweet taste of champagne. Ezra experiences a jolt of lust. He chuckles in his disarmingly soft way.
"I've got ideas about you and I. Things I wouldn't want to do in a public place with you. It is why I have asked you here tonight. Stay with me?"
Between her thighs, Isobelle's swollen pussy begins to ache for his touch. Her swollen lips are lush and wanting.
Isobelle starts to take off her clothes. Ezra's admiration is written all over his face. The slippery fabric of her dress descends to the floor and beneath it, her light curves are coated in black. A balconette bra hugs her breasts and presents them, below it, her knickers are tiny and lace.
As he surveys his prize, Ezra can see the pulse in her neck. He sees her actions for what they really are: an act of bravado from this nubile, sweet lady. Her racing heart beat gives her away.
His keen eyes take in the scene and his cock begins to throb. There will be no misunderstanding tonight. Preamble has shredded with her dress.
Ezra remains motionless. His silence gives him an air of royalty and Isobelle plays along. Parting her lips in anticipation, she pads sensually towards her stranger. His blue eyes take in the scene, his dark skin glows in the lamp light and for now, her gaze is focused on his full mouth.
Soon she comes close enough to brush his chest with her hand . She reaches up and plants a kiss on the firm skin of his neck. He smells of faint, expensive cologne and sandalwood.
Gently easing her tongue from her mouth she flicks it over his skin, tastes his flesh and stands on tip toes, managing to plant another soft kiss near his ear.
Ezra can hear her breathing as it changes. He is no fool and knows his power. For now she is coy and hesitant, he need to bide his time. Her frame too slight , her actions too gentle for him to reveal the true force of his lust just yet. Ezra finds his interest in this beautiful creature piqued. Tonight he could be given the chance to take her innocence. The thought rouses his senses to fever pitch.
Isobelle takes a series of breaths to steady herself. She is shaking. She kisses the corner of his mouth, offering a suggestion. Still, he does not respond. Isobelle takes a step back. Blinks. She takes in the rising bulge in his expensive trousers. Ezra imagines her tight, virginal pussy closing in around his proud cock.
A jolt of electricity fuels his veins. He kisses her lips, gently at first, insinuating his tongue into her wet, inviting mouth . She responds and leans into his kisses, straining for more. Ezra dips his hand down to cup a breast, burning a path with his mouth to the soft, protruding flesh. One hand strokes the skin on her flat stomach and Ezra can feel her quiver in answer to his touch.
She wriggles and presses herself closer, inadvertently rubbing her almost-naked form on his growing erection. He groans, corners her against a wall and allows his cloth covered cock to nestle in the inviting hollow of her thighs. His fingers tracing the material of her bra, setting her sensitive skin alight. Isobelle whimpers as Ezra releases the catch, bending an eager head to suckle. Her puckered, pink nipple glistens. Isobelle runs her feverish fingers through his thick, dark hair. He looks up from lavishing attention on her moist breast. Ezra takes in the scene. Her skin is flushed, breathing unsteady and her eyes are desirous pools.
"Fuck me?" she asks softly "I've dreamed of you for days"
He chuckles, a sound that is soft and dense like wood and clover.
"Where would you like me to start?"
His rumbled response breaks the ice between them once more.
"I want to take your velvet steel in my mouth"
Isobelle flexes her slender finger for effect.
"Velvet steel?"
Chuckles.
Isobelle tugs at his pants with shaking fingers. At last his cock bounces free. She licks a finger and a thumb and slides her digits down from the head of his smooth, almost purple shaft to midway down it's length . His cock is thick, with a heavy head and a slight bend. It makes her pussy ache to claim him. She resists, drawing out the tension.
Isobelle sinks seductively onto her knees, she hesitates only momentarily, eyeing his tool. It's obvious she is unpracticed. Audibly, Ezra sighs. He makes ready to hide his member and lash his rampant need for her pussy. Isobelle looks at him pleadingly
"It's alright. I want to"
Ezra's cool blue eyes are expressionless .
She takes the tip between her lips. Then, as she takes more of his length into her hot, wetness he bucks against the intense pleasure in surprise.
Isobelle slurps and smiles as much as she can, shifting her weight on her knees as she tucks into her task. Soon his ample pole is slick with saliva. Ezra loses all sense of space and time as she enjoys the sensation of face-fucking in and out of her pretty lips. It's a repeated, unrelenting action that succeeds in stirring his blood. Her innocence is replaced by eagerness. He grunts in approval and tries not to cum.
"You're a good girl"
Pre-cum dawns on the eye of his cock, she can taste the salty, heavy drops. As he thrusts and grunts she can tell it won't be long.
He stops.
Pushing her from him, Ezra finds himself looking down at her dishevelled hair, her swollen lips. He clears his throat in dismay.
"You are too good at that."
More gently now. "Maybe that is enough for tonight".
His tone is ragged but his reason is firm. Isobelle palls.
"Bu..t?"
"I want to have you when you are ready. I want to enjoy you like the treat you are. "
Ezra rakes a hand through his thick, dishevelled hair before he bites out the words.
