Isabella's pov

His lips locked on mine again, tongue sliding into my mouth exploring it. His hand never left my thighs, he kept rubbing on my slit until his finger separated them, and unintentional loud moan escaped my lips as his hand stroke me slowly and rhythmically making the pressure in the pit of my stomach increase with every stroke and moans escaping my lips in between the deep kiss.

I dig my finger into his hair as the feeling became overwhelming, my muscles tighten and current ...