Liam rolled off her, settling onto his back on the conference table. His cock, still hard and throbbing, jutted proudly from his hips. Isabella straddled him, positioning herself above his shaft.
She leaned down, her breasts brushing against his chest as she captured his lips in a slow, sensual kiss. Then, ever so slowly, she began to sink down onto him.
"Ohhh..." Isabella's breath hitched as she felt him stretching her, filling her completely. She took her time, savoring the sensation of him sliding inside her, inch by delicious inch.
When she was fully seated, she paused, relishing the feeling of being so intimately connected to him. Liam's hands settled on her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.
Isabella began to move, rising up until just the tip of him remained inside her, then sinking back down. She set a languid pace, undulating her hips in a slow, sinuous rhythm. The conference table creaked beneath them, the only sound besides their ragged breathing.
