Treat her better *hollyoaks*

020

Warren calmly unbuttoned the shirt she was wearing. allowing it to drop to the floor as she frantically removed his clothes.

She had him down to his underwear when he pushed her back on his bed, climbing on top of her.

Kisses moved to her neck as he reached behind to unhook her bra, removing it moments before his tongue found her nipple.

He took his time, suckling each breast, and while the contact was welcomed, it wasn't where she wanted it.

"Please Warren."

She felt him smirk around her nipple and used his hair to tug his head back.

She'd wanted to see the amused expression she enjoyed rolling her eyes at, but mostly she wanted him to know she'd noticed.

The expression only grew more humored but at least he acquiesced to her plea.

His lips continued down her stomach, lightly feathering kisses in their wake as he removed her underwear.

She moaned as he made contact where she had wanted him to since he had gotten out of prison.

He was less gentle when he rammed two fingers inside her, curling them just to feel her squirm.

She came hard and quick, overstimulated from the state she'd been in all day.

Warren wasted little time. He had her flipped to her stomach before she'd fully come back down from her release.

A slightly awkward position that left her arms trapped beneath her and bottom elevated on slightly parted thighs.

Warren took in the sight as he inched in behind her. Her legs weren't spread enough to slip in between them, something that gave him a better idea anyway.

Knees were placed on the outside of hers and she moaned without freeing her arms as he eased into her.

His first actual thrust pushed her flat to the bed and he tensed his thighs around hers, pressing them tightly together.

"Fuck Warren," Isla moaned. The position made him feel larger inside her, a feat that wasn't exactly necessary.

Her moans were muffle by the mattress as he thrust into her. The once trapped arms freed and gripping the comforter.

He pumped, enjoying the constricting of her back and shoulder muscles each time he bottomed out, the clenching of her small fist disrupting his previously made bed.

Isla groaned when he pushed fully in and held himself there. "Why'd you stop?"

Warren chuckled, leaning forward to lay on her back. "You're not exactly patient are you?"

"And whose fault is that?"

He couldn't see her smile but the wiggling of her ass would have clued him in even if her tone hadn't been playful.

He slid an arm beneath her, kissing her shoulder as he rotated them to their sides.

He pumped into her from their new spooning position, his left hand fondling a breast while his right found her clit. Isla groaned, pushing back into him at the contact.