Delnard sighed and continued to rub her back until he could not help but let his hand trail lower until he was now cupping Isabelle’s buttocks. He slowly traced the wonderfully shaped mounds with his palms, as slowly as he could. She was wearing sweatpants but it did nothing to hide her shape when she was sprawled like this.
Delnard heard Isabelle moan, still asleep and he could not help but decide to give in. She pressed down on his body as he continued to massage her rear. God! Why am I torturing myself. He groaned inwardly, loving the feel of her body against his.
“Isabelle," He murmured against her hair in a futile attempt to try and wake her up so she could say no to what is going on “Isabelle, darling…”
Isabelle groaned and shifted again, trying to get closer to the heat. She coul
