Isla lifts her head up to look at him. Eminem's expression was making her feel bold and her mouth suddenly moves to his neck, kissing that sensitive spot that makes him shiver and a moan escapes his lips. Her hands move to rest on the rapper's upper back, feeling and massaging the muscles under the fabric of his shirt, her fingernails dig into his skin ever so slightly. She then plants a path of kisses and gentle bite over his throat, her tongue occasionally teasing his hot skin.
Her kisses move up till her lips reaches his ear, her tongue gently flicks against it and whispers huskily.
"I want more..."
Isla then gently takes his earlobe in her mouth, biting and sucking on it as her hands starts to travel down, her fingers slowly playing with the hem of his shirt.
Em lets off a shaky breath as her mouth moves along his throat, her kisses and teeth leaving goosebump on his skin. He didn't expect her to take the initiative and it was somehow turning him on even more. Isla's hands on his back was making his muscles tense and his whole body was throbbing with need but at the same time he loves feeling her touch and being dominated by her. He grabs her waist, holding her firmly against him, wanting to feel her every movement and reaction as her mouth was making him hot and dizzy with desire.
He breaks away from her for a moment, sitting up to get rid of his shirt quickly. He pulls it over his head in one swift move before throwing it on the ground. Eminem's upper body is now exposed before her, his skin was hot and flushed and his muscles were taunt, a small smirk dancing on his lips at seeing her eyes on his body.
Isla made him slowly lay down on the couch. She went on top of, her delicate and long fingers running in his chest, softly rubbing it
Despite his age, Eminem is still so attractive and desirable.
His breathing starts to get heavier as she gets on top of him. His heart was beating fast in his chest as her delicate fingers traced over his skin, her touch igniting a fire inside of him that he never felt before. He lays back down on the couch, his hands coming to rest on her waist, holding her on top of him. His muscles are tensing as she rubs his chest, his eyes half-lidded with need and desire as he looks up at her beautiful face.
Her eyes travels over the planes of his body, taking in every detail with admiration and lust. She then leans forward, her hair falling over her shoulder and onto his body like a soft curtain. Her mouth moves to his chest, her tongue slowly tracing a path over his hot skin, exploring, occasionally teasing his sensitive spots.
A small low moan escapes Eminem's lips as her mouth moves over his chest, her lips feeling hot and soft and addictive. Her hair feels like silk against his skin and her sweet scent was filling his sense, driving him crazy. His fingers dig into her waist a little deeper than before, wanting more of her, wanting to be closer to her as much as possible. Isla's every little touch was like fire on his body, making his whole body throb and tense and hot.
She move her hand down from his chest, traveling over his stomach and stopping at his black leather belt. Her fingers are gently tracing over the buckle and gently toying with it for a moment, the sound of the metal jingling softly each time her fingers brush against it. She then looks back at him, her eyes darkening even more with desire as she starts to undo his belt slowly, with a deliberate and delicate movement.
His eyes are locked on her face, watching her every move intently and swallowing hard at the sight of her undoing his buckle. He was trying to keep his self control but seeing her doing that to him was making it really hard. When she finally gets the belt loose, he lets off a shaky breath, his whole body heating up even more at the thought of what comes next.
Once the belt was completely freed, Isla puts it on the side before her hands move on the button of his trousers. She then undo the button slowly, then pull the zipper down and finally start to slide his trousers down his hips and legs. He lifts his hips up in order to help her pull his trousers off and now he was in just his boxers. She takes a moment to look at him lying below her on the couch, his whole body on display for her to see. Em's skin was flushed and heated and his chest was rising and falling rapidly with his harsh breathing as he looked at her through hooded eyelids.
She moves on top of him again, straddling his hips with her legs and sinking her weight down, her knees pressing on the sofa on either side of his hips. She brings her hands on his bare torso, her fingers tracing over his muscles and the tattoos on his arms, feeling and caressing every inch of him with such care and sweetness that it was sending small shivers down his spine.