It was a quiet evening in the Johnson household. Joshua, a strapping young man of 23, found himself alone with his father’s attractive new business partner, Isabella, a woman of incredible grace and beauty, with emerald green eyes and a cascade of fiery red hair that tumbled down her shoulders.
Joshua was in the living room, engrossed in a book, when he heard a soft knock on the door. He opened it to find Isabella, looking slightly flustered. “I couldn’t find my way back to the hotel,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. “Could I possibly trouble you for a place to stay tonight?”
He nodded, leading her to the guest room. But as they passed his bedroom, a mischievous thought crossed his mind. “You know, the guest room is a bit messy,” he lied. “You could stay in my room instead.”
Isabella hesitated, but eventually agreed. As Joshua helped her settle in, he couldn’t help but notice the way her eyes sparkled in the dim light, the curve of her lips, and the softness of her skin.
Later that night, as Joshua lay in bed, he heard a soft noise. He turned to see Isabella, standing by his bed, her hair disheveled, her eyes dark with desire. She crawled into bed, her hands tracing his chest, her lips finding his.
Their kiss was electric, their bodies moving in sync. Isabella’s hands found the buttons of Joshua’s shirt, her fingers deftly undoing them. She trailed kisses down his chest, her tongue tracing patterns on his skin.
Joshua’s breath hitched as he felt her lips wrap around his cock. Her mouth was warm, her tongue teasing. She sucked him deep into her throat, her moans vibrating against his shaft. Joshua tangled his fingers in her hair, guiding her rhythm.
Isabella’s hand found his balls, cupping them gently as she continued to suck him off. Joshua could feel himself nearing the edge, his breath coming in short gasps. “I’m going to cum,” he warned, but Isabella didn’t stop. She sucked harder, her hand moving faster.
With a strangled cry, Joshua came, his cum filling Isabella’s mouth. She swallowed every drop, her eyes never leaving his. They lay there, their bodies entwined, their breaths mingling in the quiet room.
In the morning, they acted as if nothing had happened. But the memory of their shared passion remained, a secret between them, a whispered word in the quiet night.
