Her pleasure was sighs and giggles. A shiver running down her body as his thumbs covered the tips of her nipples and tucked them inward. Whorls and callouses plucking at the sensitive skin. Charis liked the way he touched her. It was all very Isidore. Firm without hurting. His touch was strong and sure, but never violent or frightening. She thought it was something he did on purpose.
”I’m glad you think so,” she giggled, kissing the curls that brushed her neck as Isi buried his face between her small breasts. He was just the sweetest, naughtiest man she’d ever met. Charis blushed thinking of all the things he had talked her into, brew swinging in her fingers as she talked him into a bit of something too. Isi was always game, eyeing her work appreciatively once he was done gulping between her tits.
She made her thumb good and wet before teasing the tip of his spear, half curious which way his direction would swing. Toward his spear or her brew. Isi chose both, praising her petting and stealing the vial from her hands. Charis grinned and kissed his mouth back. He was a good kisser with what she assumed was a lot of practice. He never tried to devour her whole face or bruised her teeth with his. And he tasted so good. Like promise.
”Okay baby.” She complied, stretching out on the sofa, Charis lifted her arms up over her head, body arching toward him. She giggled as he poured the brew into her navel, and tried not to kick as he slurped it out. His tongue tickled and made her hot all at once. She could feel it pooling between her thighs which were parted around him, wetting the silk panties she wore beneath her skirt. ”Aha,” she giggled and sighed all at once, stroking his hair, and his shoulder. Charis helped him out of his shirt and touched him all over again, fondling his muscles.
”What is that?” She asked, smiling at his giddiness. Cupping his face, Charis gave in to his kisses. He rained them all over her face, much as she tried to catch them with her lips. It made her giggle and flinch while she rode the knee he pressed between her legs. She wanted his tongue back on her body. Or his spear in it. Sometimes he slipped it places she wasn’t expecting, but Charis liked that too. Kneading his shoulder, she cooed over the chain of pearls as he called it in. ”Never mind that, Isi baby, I’ll clean it up.” Charis kissed him, probes strengthening as she felt him succumbing to her concoction. She drew the chain from his fingers, looping it around his neck and then her own. One end she tucked between her breasts and down the front of her corset.
”Very pretty, thank you Isi baby.” Charis kissed him again, flicking his nipple with the loose end of the chain and pulling them closer together. ”I want you so bad.” And she did, hand down his pants again, she pressed the pearls against his spear as she stroked it, fingers working under his testes to squeeze those too. Looping the chain around the base of his spear, Charis gave it an experimental tug. Could they fuck all tangled up in them? She knew Isi would find a way if she asked, fingers walking down the pulse behind his spear.