Free The Muscle Part Two by Michelle St. James

focused on her clit instead, sucking and lapping until she had her hands in his hair to keep him from stopping. As if he ever wanted to.
    “Please,” she finally gasped.
    “Please, what?” he asked, lifting his head. “Tell me what you want, Isabel.”
    “I want your fingers inside me. I want you to fuck me with your fingers while you lick my clit.”
    He spread her open wider, his mouth going dry at the sight of her, wet and swollen and ready for him. His cock was throbbing with the need to be inside her. He could almost feel it, the softness against his head while he positioned himself at her opening, the exquisite give when he pushed into her moist heat.
    But no. Not yet. It wasn’t time.
    He slid two fingers inside her instead, holding her hips in place with his free hand when she instinctively shuddered, moving slightly away from him. Then she settled in again, and he lowered his mouth back to her clit, raking his teeth gently over it before soothing it with soft laps. When she got used to the motion, he took the whole thing in his mouth, rolling the soft bud against his tongue and sucking until she bit down on her wrists to keep from crying out.
    He pumped his fingers in and out of her, felt her grow wetter and hotter as she climbed toward her orgasm. He loved the way she felt just before she came. The way she tightened around him, grinding her hips against his mouth and fingers, all her guilt and shame lost to the desire flushing her body, the need to find her release on the other side of the mountain.
    “Oh, god… Luca,” she said. “I’m going to come.”
    He moved his fingers faster, opening his mouth wide to taste all of her, running his tongue from her folds to her clit until she held onto his head and cried out, shuddering against his mouth, her pussy clenching around his fingers like a vise. He didn’t stop until she went slack, even though his cock was painfully hard, ready for its own release. She was controlling the show this time, and he was going to let her see it through to its conclusion.
    He kissed her thighs and moved up over her body, forcing himself not to hiss with unreleased pressure when his cock brushed against her wetness. He kissed her full on the mouth, and she put her hands on his face and looked into his eyes.
    “Fuck me, Luca. I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”
    He gave her a long kiss, pillaging her mouth with his tongue, giving her a taste of what he was going to do to her with his cock.
    “Tell me how you want it,” he said.
    “I just… I want it,” she said softly. “I want you.”
    He kissed her again. “You already have me. But I want you to tell me how you want my cock, Isabel.”
    “I don’t want to,” she said softly.
    He touched her face. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Not ever. But there’s no shame in wanting what you want. Now tell me.”
    She looped her hands around his neck, pressed her naked body against his and kissed him. Then she pulled away and flipped onto her stomach so that his cock was nestled between the pillowy flesh of her ass.
    It took every ounce of restraint not to plunge into her then, but he rubbed his cock back and forth against her first, wanting to give her time to catch up to him again. And slowly, little by little, she started to move under him, her breath short and fast as her desire built all over again.
    Her head was turned sideways on the bed, hair fanned out around her face. Her beautiful back was exposed, the little waist, the lavish ass.
    “Please,” she gasped. “I want it.”
    He pulled her hips down a little so the lower half of her body was off the bed, her upper body resting on her forearms. She wiggled her ass, and he thought he might come right then, with nothing but the sight of her ass cheeks and the slick folds waiting for him between her legs.
    He reached for a condom, opened it in a hurry, and slid it on, then positioned himself at her opening, sliding back and forth through