He couldn’t help but moan when he felt her biting his lower lip. Isabelle’s soft lips kept working her magic on his and ir felt as if he couldn’t get enough of that. It was not like that was the first time they were making out on his bed, with no one else on the Institute, because it was not the case, but he was not able to say why he was feeling like that, like he had fire inside of his chest, and obviously, her wonderful lips were not helping him to control his body.
Isabelle run her hands over his arms, making a shiver roll over his spine and he couldn’t help but roll them so he was on top. Isabelle made a surprised noise because of Simon’s reaction but when his lips touched hers once more she kissed him back with as much intensity as him.
Suddenly, the temperature between them started rising, the clothes seemed to be bothering both of them and Isabelle decided to do something about that. With one hand still tangled in Simon’s hair she used her other one to take his shirt of, something Simon never tried to stop anyway. When she started tracing his body with those hands he moaned in her mouth and she giggled before pushing him and climbing to his lap.
Simon looked up at her and he almost stopped breathing when her shirt went off, joining his own one on the floor, but he thought he would die when she took her shorts off as well. Then she leaned closer and brushed her lips against his, while her hand went slowly to his growing -almost hard as every single time she made out with him- erection and that was when he started trembling. He wanted that, he wanted that like he had never wanted anything, but he knew she was not new to that -okay, he knew she had had sex with tons of guys- and he had never been close to do something like that. And now, he was going to lose his virginity to the most beautiful girl of the world. He jerked his hips when he felt her touch.
"God" breathed the boy when Izzy’s hand started unclasping his trousers and her hand went to his boxers.
“You want to?” Isabelle’s eyes were fixed on his and he could see a glint on her eyes.
"Of course I want to, Izzy" wispered Simon "But I-I’ve never, I mean I am…"
"I know" replied Isabelle still working on his trousers "Just relax. Okay?"
When he had thrown his trousers somewhere, her hand started stroking him trough the only remaining piece of clothes, and he only got more nervous. She had been with other guys, other guys who would have been way better than him, and he was sure that after that Isabelle would compare it with his previous times, and shit, he was going to be horrible.
He didn’t know were to put his shaking hands and he closed his eyes when he felt Isabelle take them with her own.
"Simon, relax, if you don’t want to I understand…"
"No, it’s not that" interrupted the boy looking at anywhere but Isabelle’s body "It’s just that I’m really nervous"
Isabelle leaned closer and kissed him softly, guiding Simon’s hands to the back of her bra and unclasping it, feeling his breath rythm increase.
He kissed her lips, gently at first, then increasingly harder and harder. Suddenly, her lips parted and her tongue joined with his, twining and caressing inside of his mouth. He was distantly aware of a pulling, tugging motion on his chest, but he was so caught up in the kiss, he ignored it. It went on endlessly, a melding of tongues, and lips and teeth.
As involved in the kiss as he was, he was surprised to feel Izzy’s hands caressing the bare skin of his chest. He broke the kiss, looking down at his chest. Not that he cared, because the sensations of her nails scratching down his chest was more than worth it.
Concentrating on his chest, Isabelle leaned down, kissing a path from his lips to his nipples, grazing the skin in between with her tongue. Simon’s hands found their way into her hair, clutching her head close to his body, willing her farther and farther down. She obliged, working her way to his waist, nibbling at the flesh she found exposed. Offended by the boxers she encountered in her way, she reached around him and tore them off, the cotton fabric shredding with hardly a protest.
Simon froze as his cock was liberated from his shorts. His mind stuttered, unable to come up with a coherent thought as Isabelle stroked his cock, using every ounce of her tons of experience to make him harder than he had ever thought possible.
Then, licking her lips, she enveloped the head of his prick with her mouth. His mind blanked, the air stopped up in his lungs. Smiling evilly, Isabelle noted his reaction. Throwing herself into her task, she opened her mouth, engulfing more and more of him.
Simon’s eyes crossed from the pleasure, the feeling of her mouth a relief from the burning heat of his body. Against his will, he began to thrust, fucking her mouth. She accommodated him, relaxing her throat to allow him enough depth. Crying out suddenly, gripping her dark head, he came, gasping and calling her name.
Isabelle stroked him gently as he came, her talented mouth swallowing the remains. As he stirred, brain beginning to function once again, she rested her chin on his stomach.
Dumbly, Simon nodded.
Smiling, Isabelle took her only remaining piece of clothes and crawled up his body, making sure she dragged her hard nipples against his chest.
"Now I’m going to show you something" She caught his hand, and tugged it down to the junction of her thighs, where Simon’s fingers first encountered silky hair, then a cool, slippery moistness. Obligingly, he slipped his fingers inside her deep well, firmly stroking the swollen walls.
Isabelle cooed, parting her thighs wantonly. “Ooooh, Simon…”
Encouraged, Simon began to experiment with his stroking, fondling the engorged folds. She bucked against his hand, aching for pressure on her clit. Moving his thumb slightly, Simon brushed against the hard knot. Isabelle screeched, the pleasure surging within her. She began to press herself against that lovely finger, fucking his hand.
Simon watched as she came, her whole body trembling from the force of the orgasm. Momentarily exhausted, Isabelle dropped to his chest, still clutching his fingers within her. Just when he began to believe she had forgotten that he was there, hard, ready and able, she chuckled and once again straddled him, pushing him into the bed.
"Simon, my head is singing…"
Simon’s eyes rolled back in his head. “Uhh…Isabelle?” he croaked, cock painfully inflamed.
Isabelle tilted her head to the side. “Oh, I’m sorry. Okay Simon, let me show you.” Then she took a condom she had on her shorts and puy it to him, making him moan against her touch.
"Should I be worried about you carrying a condom everywhere?" asked Simon watching the perfect woman in front of him.
"No, you should be worried about me not using the condom with you" With that, she rose up and impaled herself on his cock.
He yelped, the absolutely unbelievable sensations of her moistness squeezing his cock thundering through his body. He arched his hips up into her, desperate to get as close to her as he could. Thoughtfully, Isabelle ground herself down, aiding his penetration. His hands went to her hips instinctively, holding her writhing body in place.
Carefuly, she rode him, hips churning over his supine form. Simon could do nothing but moan and beg her for release. He knew he couldn’t hold on much longer; the need to climax was too strong. “Isabelle…please, now….I need….now…,” he babbled desperately.
Speeding up, she accommodated him, reaching her own hand to fondle her clit, sending herself screaming into ecstasy. She writhed above him, her body shaking violently. Her movements completely demolished the rest of Simon’s will, and he jerked up into her, exploding with a deep moan.
Isabelle groaned and kept riding ‘till she found her release.
"Not bad for being your first time" murmured her against his chest "You almost reached thirty minutes which is.."
"Stop. Don’t say that happens to every guy" groaned Simon tracing her back.
"Are you trying to say I’ve slept with every guy?" she rised an eyebrow at him.
"No! That’s not what I meant. I-I know you have slept with many guys. Shit, that’s not what I meant either…"
She laughed and kissed him.
"I was just teasing you" she said "Don’t worry, practise makes perfection"
"Does that mean you’ll be my teacher?"
"I will kill you if you find another teacher" she smiled sweetly at him and he gulped.
"Just joking. Love you"
"Good night Simon" and after a few seconds she added "Love you too, Simon"