Blackmailing His Runaway Bride by Dance-is-me (free biff chip and kipper ebooks .txt) 📕

Every nerve awoke within her all because of his touch. And with his lips finally finding hers and exploring pleasurably, she had her head instantly filled with thoughts about Charles.

His fingers ran through her hair and Isabella felt relieved of things she didn't know were hiding in her system. His touch was everything good to her system.

As his tongue ran across the soft flesh of her lips in a likable manner, her lower body ground into his some more and she knew what she had to do next. Taking her position to be an advantageous one, she broke the kiss and bossily tore his hold off her hips.

With amusement on his lips, Charles watched as she guided his hands to approach the tip of her gown. Allowing her to take control, his hands glided through her skin slowly, his fingers still having the electric touch to them, and her gown followed the initiated rhythm.

Closing her eyes to relish the moment, her hands led him to her lower abdomen where she made him circle his prints all the way to her back, as far as she could reach. 

Then, they arrived at her breasts. 

As his warmth covered the two, Isabella shuddered and she shifted a bit as she felt his groin grow a bit bigger. A smirk was swift to grow on her lips in reaction.

No doubt, she still had that feminine touch of hers. 

Isabella was about to direct him further but Charles had other plans. 

Suddenly sitting up, his mouth got attached to a nipple and she let out a small gasp. 

“I have missed these two.” His tongue circled the dark bud once and the feeling it brought caused her to dig her fingers into his shoulders. “I want to show you how much I have missed them.” He licked the other one and after, their eyes locked. “Isabella?”

“Yes?” her voice came out thick and filled with muffled air.

“Should I show you how much I have missed you?” If he was talking like that on purpose, his plan was working. His hot breath fanned her hard nipple real good and a lot shifted in her private part. 

Nodding her head to his question, she pleaded with her eyes for him not to tease her too much.

She was craving him already. 

Charles wore a smile and his eyes went back to the beautiful swell on her chest. Without a word more, his hands went to her back and from there, he slipped her gown off, the only piece of clothing left being her panties.

Charles’s eyes darkened as he took in the view in front of him and his breathing became a bit heavier. Without a warning, he latched his lip onto her left nipple again and teased skillfully. As he suckled slowly, his other hand cupped the other breast which was straining for the same treatment.

Like a precious toy, he played with her nipple, his thumb driving Isabella into a state where she wanted more. 

As her breathing became even heavier with passion, Charles bit the bud he placed in between his teeth softly, and he did the same to the other. 

“Charles…” she cried softly as his tongue lapped the softness of her skin, igniting more flame of desire within her. Within the sexual mess he was about to drive her to, Isabella knew she had to show him too... How much she had missed him. 

So, as his igniting touch went to the arch of her back and as he alternatively took care of her boobs with his mouth, her slender hands traveled to his hard chest and she shivered again. Slowly, she reached for his nipples which were firm, hard, and ready for her touch.

Isabella let out a small cry when Charles's sucking became too pleasurable. She could bet a million dollars that she was wet beyond her imagination. But she didn’t forget her intent. 

As he did to hers, she began to play with his nipple, caressing in a slow manner that would assure that he would lose focus.

Her touch created a rhythmic motion on his chest and her lower body did too. She danced against his shorts, turning herself on even more. 

When her chest became void of touch, she noticed that his thick growing length pressed against her centre and brought along an even better pleasure. It seemed as though she had just been taken to another realm. But her fingers never ceased to play on Charles’s chest. 

“Isabella… take it off.” Her eyes opened and she realized he was referring to his shirt. Almost grinning, she did as he said.

Then, Isabella let out a distorted sigh. He was still as beautiful as ever. With his formed biceps and toned chest… that was enough to distract her on a good day. On a bad day as well.

She was about to lean in and tease his neck with her lips but he commanded darkly, “Take that off too.”

“Your shorts?” she gulped.

"Are you worried about something?” He teased her. Not giving him an uttered response, she leaned in and had his back resting on the bed in no time.

“I’ll take things from here,” Isabella gloated while she adjusted herself on top of him.

“We’ll see about that.” 

“Hmm.” His neck was first. She planted so many kisses there that his scent kept tickling her sense of smell. Then, as though drawing a map, she trailed down to both sides of his shoulder. His chest was next, then his lower abdomen. 

Stopping for a second as her eyes landed on the band of his shorts, Isabella looked up to catch Charles’s eyes on her, watching her intently. Smirking, she yanked the material off and when that one was tossed in an unknown direction, her eyes went to his manhood and her breath hitched.

 Seeing it so close made a lot of difference and she could start to recall how good it made her feel years ago. And at that moment… 

“Come here…” Like his statement, his action was swift. Charles grabbed her hand and turned her so that her vulva was almost kissing his face. 

“Charles…” she whined as his breath fanned her wetness from where he was.

“It is time for me to take over. Touch me,” he commanded.