18 Eighteen

"Right here Isabella?" Charles was down for the idea. Very ready to do what she asked. But a look at the floor got him asking, "Are you sure Isabella?"

Her legs tightened even more around him, he almost groaned. In a teasing manner, she went up and down, slowly.

Damn, she was still the naughty girl she used to be.

His jaws locking to contain his coming outburst, he made her look him in the eye. "Isabella, the floor is very dirty. Are you sure you still want me to take you?"

She resumed the slow grinding and smiled. "We don't need the floor Charles. All we need is each other." The look in her eyes was something else.

"Hmm. You sound like you have been yearning for this." His hands stopped her pleasuring motion. "I am glad you are finally voicing that."

"Ugh Charles. Less talking. I want you to feel me. Everywhere." The look in those innocent eyes of hers. Damn, they turned his head and without any much time, he smashed his lips unto hers.