He sank down slowly until he was sitting on the bed, and tugged until she followed him. At the last moment he spun her around and bent her over his knees, yanking so that she fell over his lap, facedown, her buttocks exposed. He placed one hand on her upper back to hold her position while he surveyed her thrashing bottom.

“Very nice.” His hand rubbed and massaged her firm cheeks until she was squirming breathlessly, her breasts jiggling with every movement, an added enticement he hadn’t considered. His cock was being massaged with each thrash of her body, and her long, damp hair brushed like living silk against his thighs. “I could get used to this.”

“Well don’t,” Isabeau advised.

But he could tell his hands were already working magic. He could see the evidence of her desire, her receptiveness gleaming between her legs. He worked his hand down the curve of her butt to the crease between her thigh and buttocks and rubbed as well, inserting his hand to force her legs farther apart.

She softened more, became pliant for him. He bent his head to nip at the soft flesh, several little love bites, all the while continuing his massage. She moaned softly when his fingers slid through damp heat. Her stomach muscles bunched and her body flushed.

“Does this feel good, baby?” he asked, spearing two fingers into her hot core.

Her body shuddered, inner muscles tightening around him. She was so responsive, so open to him, always indulging him and any fantasy he had. He hadn’t started out thinking this was going to be anything but accomplishing an end, but now he couldn’t have stopped his explorations if he wanted.

His hands moved over her possessively, paying attention to her thighs and buttocks, and then plunging his fingers deep. He found her most sensitive spot and teased and circled until she was lifting her bottom and riding his hand.

“Does it feel good, Isabeau?” His fingers stroked and caressed, exploring every hidden secret recess and shadowed hollow of her body. “Tell me.”

Isabeau’s breath came in ragged gasps. “Yes. Everything you do always feels good.” She was truthful. The more she let him know what she liked, the better each time together was. She could never resist him. When he touched her, she felt alive. She’d thought to fall on the bed and just go to sleep for as long as she could, but the moment his hands touched her body, all she could do was want.

She never expected there would be something terribly erotic in lying over his lap with his hand holding her down and her buttocks being massaged and fondled, but there was a guilty thrill, a pleasure she had never considered. She could feel his heavy erection, hotter than a brand against her stomach. She knew this new position was arousing to him as well.