*Isabella's POV*
His hands slid down my sides, his fingers hooking into the sides of my lace panties. He tugged, and I lifted my hips to help him, the flimsy fabric joining my dress on the floor. I was completely bare, spread out on his kitchen counter, and the vulnerability of it all sent a fresh wave of heat through me.
He didn't say a word.
His hands gripped my thighs, pushing them wide open, exposing my dripping wet p***y to his gaze. He leaned in, and I felt the first, tentative flick of his tongue against my c**t. I cried out, my hands flying to his hair, my fingers tangling in the soft strands. He took his time, exploring me with his mouth, his tongue tracing my folds, tasting me. It was slow, torturous, and so f*****g good.
Then he found my entrance, and he pushed his tongue in
