Isobel wanted to be with me. She was willing to make sacrifices to make it happen. Not only was I incredibly flattered by it, but also incredibly turned on. My cock was hard in my pants, throbbing with need. I wanted to put it inside of her. I wanted to claim her as mine again and again.

We made out on the couch, her body soft and malleable beneath me. I knew she was drunk, but I was under no illusion about her ability to make decisions. It was possible that now was the first time she was completely honest with me about her feelings. And I was starting to be honest with myself about mine. I wasn’t sure I could tell her, yet, but until I was ready to I could show her how I felt with my body.

I clambered off her, grabbed her hand and pulled her up. Her balance was terrible, and she fell again. She was adorable, so dependent. I loved it. I grabbed her face and kissed her again. She melted against me, sighing into my mouth. I wrap my arms around her body, putting my hand on her ass. I picked her up, and she helped me, wrapping her legs around my hips. I carried her to the bedroom.

When I set her down, she smiled. “I have a toy I want to show you,” I said

She looked surprised. “So early into this and we’re already doing toys?”

I shook my head. “It’s not exactly that kind of toy,” I said, turning to my closet. I had bought it the other day, and I was eager to try it. I returned with the box of the sex swing. I watched Isobel’s face as she looked at it, taking it in.

“I don’t even know what that is,” she said.

I chuckled. Her naivety was so cute. Everything about her inexperience turned me on. Maybe that was I why had been so turned on about her being a virgin.

“I’ll show you,” I said, setting it up. It was a rather large contraption, a four-legged frame with straps hanging down the middle. One strap was to support her body, one strap was to support hips, and there were two steps for her feet. I kissed her again, undressing her. Stripping her of her clothes was one of my favorite things to do. I got rid of my own clothes, too. When we were both naked, I stepped back and took in her body.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to seeing you like this,” I said. Isobel blushed, and it was a beautiful sight.

I helped her into the straps, having one strap go around her back, one supporting her ass and I helped get her feet into the stirrups. I stepped back to study my handiwork. She hung in the swing, helpless, her legs spread so that she was on display for me.

“Holy fuck,” I said, running my hand over my body. I touched my dick. I was rock hard, ready to take her right now. She was so fucking hot.

Isobel looked at me, a little unsure but I could see the lust on her face. She was turned on by this, by me taking charge. I noticed the other night that she enjoyed me dominating her.

I stepped between her legs, pushing my fingers into her slit. She was so wet for me, turned on by this new contraption. That made two of us. She gasped when I touched her, my fingers run over her clit, pushing into her. I fingered her for as long as I was able before I lost control. I removed my hand and replaced it with my cock. When I pushed into her, she moaned. She was suspended, completely at my mercy.

I started fucking her, pumping my dick in and out of her and she cried out. I was able to go deeper, harder, with her swinging back and forth. The rhythm built a momentum, and it was harder and faster than I had been able to do with her so far. She screamed, and I was glad that Beth was visiting a friend. Even if we had been able to do it without her knowing, if she heard this, she would be able to guess.

Isobel cried out, her breath coming in quick gasps. Her tits rocked back and forth as I fucked her.

“Alec,” she gasped. “It’s too much.”

I stopped the moment she said it to me. I didn’t want it to be too much.

I helped her get out of the swing, archiving the other things I wanted to do to her for later. I took her to the bed, laid her down and crawled over her. She was breathing hard, her eyes glazed over.

“You alright?” I asked.

She nodded, swallowing. She pulled me closer to her. I took it as a sign to carry on. I was glad; I wasn’t done with her yet.

I placed myself at her entrance again, pushing in. She gasped when I did. I didn’t think I would ever get used to this. Pushing into her was a kind of ecstasy that I hadn’t felt in a very long time. Being with Isobel was like coming home. I knew we needed a condom, but I wanted to feel her skin against mine, to fuck her like lovers that wore each other’s rings did. It was stupid, and yet all sense of reason was gone for me.

I slid in and out of her with slow strokes, loving her, enjoying the feel of her body tight all around me. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, and she was transported to another world. Her body was soft and perfect beneath me, her tits against my chest with her nipples hard.

I started going faster, fucking her. She orgasmed, convulsing beneath me, clamping down around my cock.

When she was done, I pulled out. I wanted to take her from behind. I wanted to watch her glorious ass as I fucked her.

She turned around as if she knew what I wanted and I pushed into her again. I started pounding into her, and she cried out, moaning louder and louder as I pushed her closer to the edge of yet another orgasm. I was getting close, too. My balls tightened, and my orgasm was like fire in my loins. When I released inside of her, emptying myself in her pussy while she orgasmed again and the way her body contracted and released sucked every last bit of come out of me. It was fucking hot.

When it was over, I pulled back, and we collapsed on the bed next to each other, breathing hard. It was easily the best sex I’d ever had, and it wasn’t because of the sex swing. It was because Isobel cared for me.