Echos of the past

Chapter 70

Clark reached over, his fingers gently brushing against Isla's cheek as he pulled her closer. The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow around them. "Let's try something new today," he murmured, his voice laced with excitement and desire.

Isla's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she nodded, her body still tingling from their last encounter. "What did you have in mind?" she asked, her voice a sultry whisper.

"I thought we could explore some different positions," Clark suggested, his hand trailing down her body, pausing at the curve of her hip. "Maybe on the rug this time?"

A playful smile tugged at the corners of Isla's lips as she agreed. They rose from the bed, the cool air sending shivers across her skin. Clark led her to the living area, where a plush rug lay invitingly before the fireplace. He knelt, pulling her down with him, their bodies intertwining effortlessly.

Their lips met in a passionate kiss, the taste of each other igniting a fire within them. Clark's hands roamed her body, exploring every inch, his touch setting off sparks of pleasure. Isla moaned into his mouth, her fingers gripping his hair as he deepened the kiss.

Breaking apart, Clark looked into her eyes, his own dark with desire. "I want to try something else too," he confessed, his voice husky. "I want to see you with my c**k in your mouth."

Isla's breath hitched at his words, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through her. She nodded, her gaze never leaving his as she positioned herself between his legs. His c**k stood erect, glistening slightly in the dim light, and she leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to taste him.

Clark groaned, his hands gripping the rug as she took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around his length. She moved slowly at first, savoring the texture and the taste, then picked up speed, her head bobbing rhythmically. Clark's moans filled the room, each sound urging her on.

"Oh, God, Isla," he breathed, his hips moving subtly, guiding her deeper. "You're incredible."

Her throat ached slightly, but the pleasure she was giving and receiving was overwhelming. She continued, her hand stroking what wasn't in her mouth, her eyes watching his face contort with pleasure.

After several intense moments, Clark pulled her up, his eyes burning with passion. "Enough teasing," he growled, flipping her onto her back. He hovered above her, his c**k poised at her entrance. With one smooth motion, he entered her, filling her completely.

They moved together, the sensation of being joined so intimately overwhelming them both. Clark changed angles, experimenting with depth and pressure, each thrust bringing them closer to the edge. Isla wrapped her legs around his waist, her nails digging into his back, urging him on.

"Tell me what you want," Clark whispered, his forehead resting against hers. "Anything, just tell me."

Isla hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. "I'm not sure." she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I Just want you."

Understanding flashed in Clark's eyes, and he kissed her tenderly. "It's okay," he reassured her, his movements slowing. "We can take it slow. We'll explore everything you're comfortable with."

He shifted position, settling between her legs once more. His focus turned entirely to her pleasure, his fingers finding her clit, his thumb circling gently. Isla gasped, her body arching towards his touch.

"That's it," Clark encouraged, his voice thick with emotion. "Let go for me, baby."

Her release built quickly, the sensations overwhelming. Isla cried out, her body convulsing as she came, waves of pleasure crashing over her. Clark held her close, his own breathing ragged, as they basked in the afterglow.

"I love exploring with you," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "Every moment is an adventure."

Isla smiled, her heart full. "And it's just beginning," she replied, her voice filled with promise.

They spent the day in the cabin. Isla's fingers intertwined with Clark's, guiding his hand to the juncture of her thighs. The warmth and moisture there welcomed his touch, a silent invitation that he eagerly accepted. She leaned back slightly, her eyes locking onto his, a sultry challenge in their depths.

"Touch me here," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "While you tease my nipples."

Clark's breath caught in his throat as he felt the heat between her legs. His fingers began to explore, gently circling her clit, feeling the rapid pulse of her excitement. Isla gasped, her body arching slightly towards his touch, her hips moving unconsciously against his hand.

Simultaneously, Clark freed one of her breasts from her lingerie, his mouth closing over her n****e. He suckled gently at first, then increased the pressure, alternating between the two peaks, his tongue flicking across them with each pull. Isla's hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging in as waves of pleasure coursed through her.

"Yes, just like that," she moaned, her voice breaking as she struggled to maintain control. "Don't stop."

Clark's hand moved more confidently now, his fingers delving deeper into her wetness, exploring every fold, every sensitive spot. His thumb continued its relentless rhythm on her clit, sending shockwaves of sensation through her body. Isla's head fell back, her hair spilling around her like a dark halo, her moans filling the room.

"You feel so good," Clark murmured against her skin, his own desire mounting with each passing moment. "So wet for me."

Isla nodded, her eyes closed, lost in the pleasure he was weaving. Her hand reached down, gripping his wrist, guiding his movements, showing him exactly how she needed to be touched. Clark watched her face, the expressions flickering across it like a storm-tossed sea, each one a testament to the depth of her arousal.

As his fingers worked their magic, Isla's other hand found his c**k, stroking him in time with his movements. The friction of her palm sent jolts of pleasure through him, heightening his own need. Clark groaned, his body tensing as he fought to hold back his own release, wanting to prolong this exquisite torture for as long as possible.

"I want to taste you," Isla suddenly said, her voice thick with desire. "Let me show you how much I love it."

She shifted position, her nimble fingers undoing his belt, releasing him from his pants. Clark's c**k sprang free, hard and eager, standing upright in the dim light. Isla leaned forward, her lips brushing against the tip, tasting the pre-c*m that had gathered there. Clark shuddered, his hands gripping the rug beneath him, his eyes never leaving her face.

Isla took him into her mouth, her lips sealing around him, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head. She moved slowly at first, savoring the texture and the taste, then picked up speed, her head bobbing rhythmically. Clark's moans filled the room, each sound urging her on.

"Oh, God, Isla," he breathed, his hips moving subtly, guiding her deeper. "You're incredible."

Her throat ached slightly, but the pleasure she was giving and receiving was overwhelming. She continued, her hand stroking what wasn’t in her mouth, her eyes watching his face contort with pleasure.

After several intense moments, Clark pulled her up, his eyes burning with passion. "Enough teasing," he growled, flipping her onto her back. He hovered above her, his c**k poised at her entrance. With one smooth motion, he entered her, filling her completely.

They moved together, the sensation of being joined so intimately overwhelming them both. Clark changed angles, experimenting with depth and pressure, each thrust bringing them closer to the edge. Isla wrapped her legs around his waist, her nails digging into his back, urging him on.