The Spy

Chapter 41

John woke up before Isabella did, and as he watched her sleep, he couldn't help but smile. He knew he was falling in love with her, and he wanted to show her how much she meant to him.

He carefully picked her up and carried her to the dining room table, placing her gently on top. Isabella stirred, her eyes opening slowly, and she looked up at him with a sleepy smile.

"Good morning," John said softly, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

Isabella sat up and rubbed her eyes, still a little disoriented. "What are we doing here?" she asked, looking around at the dining room.

"I wanted to have you for breakfast," John said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

John widened her legs and knelt down,so that her pussy was face value to him.He looked up at her and she had the faintest blush on her face,he kissed her before his tongue made his way to her opening,she moaned her hands gripping his shoulder.

John took it as a sign to go deeper into her, licking the sensitive part of her clit,she whimpered her nails digging deeper into his shoulder. He stopped.

" Damn, Issa , you take me so well," John said before hitting that sensitive spot once again, Isabella's eyes rolled to the back of her head in pleasure.

" I'm begging you John, don't...stop." she let out in a whisper as she arched her back,riding his face.

" Once I'm done with you , you won't have any words left to say," He replied sticking his tongue deeper into her.

Moans of pleasure filled the room as she got closer to her release but she could come,John's tongue left her pussy, dissatisfaction filling her.

John slowly laid her down on the dinner table before climbing and towering over her.

" Ask me what you want and i'll grant your wish," John said his musky scent enveloping him.

Isabella did not hesitate to tell him what she wanted.

" Fuck me till i can't walk,"

A sexy smirk graced his lips before he replied.

"Your wish is my command,"

He closed the distance between their lips and put two fingers in her. At first the movement was slow and deliberate but then he fastened his pace with every thrust. He trailed kisses down her neck to her breast sucking the skin their, she moaned softly in his ear encouraging him to thrust faster into her until the only surrounding him was her screams of pressure.

Isabella was wet under him, he replaced his fingers with himself, his dick felt perfect under her, Isabella feeling the exchange moaned his name as he went deeper into her. Her hands grabbed a handful of his hair as she wrapped her legs on his waist. John groaned wish pleasure  his fingers running soft circles under her breast.

With each thrust Isabella got closer to her release, John's hands roamed her hips as she arched himself to him.Finally they reached the peak of pleasure and came together. John licked the cum off her body. 

John went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast, and Isabella watched him from the dining table, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her.

As John brought out plates of scrambled eggs, french toast, and fresh fruit, Isabella couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment. It was a simple, yet intimate gesture, and it meant more to her than any grand romantic gesture ever could.

As they ate, John and Isabella talked and laughed, enjoying each other's company. The morning sunlight streamed in through the windows, casting a warm glow on everything around them.

" Now that we're done with breakfast,how about dessert," John said reaching out  for Isabella.

He laughed as he chased Isabella around the living room, his arms outstretched as he tried to grab her. She ran in circles, giggling uncontrollably.

Finally, John caught up to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her off the ground. She squealed in delight as he carried her over to the couch, plopping her down on the cushions.

Isabella was still laughing as John leaned over her, tickling her sides. She squirmed and wriggled, trying to get away from his fingers.

"Stop, John! Stop!" she gasped between giggles.

But John just laughed harder, enjoying the sound of her laughter. Finally, he relented and sat back on the couch, pulling her on top of him.

Their lips met in a gentle, yet passionate kiss as they sank into the plush cushions of the couch. John's hand moved up to cradle the back of Isabella's head, his fingers running through her hair as they deepened the kiss.

Isabella's arms wound around John's neck, pulling him closer to her as she pressed her body against his. The warmth of his skin against hers sent shivers down her spine, and she found herself lost in the sensation of being so close to him.

As they kissed, Isabella couldn't help but feel like she was floating on air. She had never felt so alive, so in love, and so happy. John's touch, his scent, his taste, all consumed her, and she knew she never wanted to be without him.

John's heart was racing as he tasted the sweetness of Isabella's lips. As their tongues danced together, John pulled away slightly and looked into Isabella's eyes. They were dark with desire, and he knew that he wanted her more than anything he had ever wanted before. Without breaking eye contact, John leaned in again and kissed her deeply. He moved his hands down to her waist and pulled her onto his lap. Isabella straddled him, and he moaned softly at the feel of her body against his.

 Their hands roamed freely over each other's bodies, caressing and exploring. John's hands moved up to her breasts, and he gently squeezed them . Isabella moaned into his mouth, and he knew that he needed to have her right then and there. He gently positioned her on the couch and crawled on top of her, kissing her neck and ears. 

Isabella's fingers were tangled in his hair, and she was panting softly. John slowly looked under him savoring the sight of her body as it was revealed to him. He trailed kisses down her body, stopping to pay special attention to her breasts and stomach. Isabella's breathing became ragged, and she arched her back in pleasure. 

 Isabella reached out to touch him. He was hard and ready for her, and he lowered himself onto her again. Their bodies met, and they both gasped at the feeling of being joined together. John moved slowly at first, wanting to savor every moment of being with Isabella. But as their passion grew, he quickened his pace, thrusting deep into her. Isabella wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer to her. 

They moved together in perfect rhythm, each one bringing the other closer and closer to the edge. As they both reached their climax, John whispered words of love and desire into her ear. Isabella cried out his name, and they both collapsed onto the sofa, spent and sated. For a few moments, they lay there in each other's arms, reveling in the afterglow of their lovemaking. John leaned down to kiss her again, and they both smiled.