When they entered his bedroom, she had a quick look around as he closed the blinds for more privacy. There wasn't much in the room but a full-sized bed with metallic frame, a small wardrobe and armoire. The decoration was minimal, a few picture frames of bikes and club members, and being a man, she didn't expect more.
She trembled with anticipation as he walked back from the window to her, his facial expression betraying how he felt about her, how he wanted and needed her. His face and hands swooped in to kiss her and pull her against him; the heat emanating from him warming her to the core. She had never kissed a man with a mustache before and she enjoyed how his mustache tickled the skin above her upper lip. As they continued to kiss, his hands left her face and grabbed the hem of her black blouse, lifting it. He pulled his velvety lips from hers to raise the blouse over her head and toss it aside. He kissed her clavicles and then the top of her chest.
His hands placed themselves on her hips and turned her so that her back was to him. His long slender fingers caressed it until he reached for the clasp of her black lace bra and unhooked it. He passed his hands over the straps and rolled them off her shoulders and arms, then on to the floor. His eyes settled on a worded tattoo that ran down her spine and he smiled as he read it.
After his hands and lips inventoried her shoulders and back from top to bottom, he turned her again and his eyes landed on her breasts. His hands cupped them, and he bent, his mouth latching on to one of them. She closed her eyes, and her hands found his full dark hair, caressing it. As his tongue circled around her nipple, she let out a long soft moan. After doing the same to her other breast, his mouth trailed down until it reached the top of her jeans. His foreplay already had her burning, all her senses heightened and overly sensitive to his touch.
He unbuttoned her jeans and lowered the zipper as his eyes connected with hers. Usually, he wasn't the kind of man to take his time and if his past experiences were an indication, he'd already be done by now and the girl out of the house. But everything about Isabella was different than anything he had ever known or any other woman. He wanted to take his time with her, to discover every inch of her body that she was willingly surrendering to him, the biker he was. He felt that with her, everything in his life could be different.
He stared at her naked in front of him, dazzled by her amazing body. "Dios mío, eres tan hermosa."
She smiled all the while feeling her cheeks flush. How she had longed for a man to tell her how beautiful she was. Being a mother and a businesswoman, that was how she had identified herself throughout the past years. Now, she felt like a woman again. A woman who a man desired. She took in slowly every aspect of his body as he stripped in front of her. His chiseled chest and firm abs, regardless of his age, the black tattoo of a Mexican skull with the inscription 'Los asesinos de dios', and his rock-hard erection, an undeniable indication of how attracted he was to her.
His arms encircled her and lowered her slowly onto the bed as he hovered over her. He kissed her passionately, pressing his body against hers, having a hard time refraining his urge to claim every inch of her god-sent body. The way his cock throbbed and pressed against her entrance, made her crazy, as it teased her, denying her the additional pleasure she was craving for. She wanted to feel him inside of her.
His eyes dug into hers as his hand crept between their burning bodies and teased her nub. Her moaning increased as he accelerated, and she had a hard time keeping her eyes opened as she felt the delightful release build up. He gave a satisfied smile when her orgasm took possession of her body, making her writhe and tremble against his body, making him harder than he already was. There was nothing more gratifying to him than seeing the pleasure he could awaken in her.
She barely had time to recuperate before he sank his hard cock inside of her to the hilt. She let out a delightful gasp as he filled her. He was fuller and longer than what she had encountered in her life, and she was surprised to see how easily her walls stretched around it, accommodating it.
He moved in and out of her in steady rhythm as they kissed and caressed each other. He lifted his body off hers, grabbed her parted legs and placed them over his shoulders. When he thrust into her again, she moaned loudly unable to not voice the delectable pleasure she felt. He increased his rhythm and deepening, and she knew she was close to coming apart at the seams. She had felt pleasure with all the men she had slept with but never had she felt it so intensely in her core, in her entire body. She feared what would happen if she let go, if she lost control, if she let it invade her.
She grabbed one of the metal bars of the bedframe as the other placed itself on his ass, egging him on as she knew she was on the edge of her rapture. It only took one more thrust for her to tip over the edge. Her second hand grabbed forcefully another metal bar as her second orgasm took over, no longer making her in command of her body. She writhed, shook, moaned, and panted as it unleashed waves of pleasure.
Never relenting, he lowered her legs and took possession of her mouth as her unending moans dissipated into his. His hands encircled hers, still holding the bars, as his own ecstasy reached its peak, their moans and grunts blending into one as he filled her.
He removed himself from her and settled on his back next to her and pulled her against him. She rested her head on his chest as he stroked her back, both recuperating from their torrid lovemaking.
