Southern Desire

It was a warm autumn evening in New Orleans, and the air was thick with the scent of jambalaya and the distant sound of jazz. I was sitting at the bar in The Spotted Cat, nursing a Sazerac, when she walked in. Her name was Isabella, a sultry brunette with olive skin, fiery eyes, and curves that could make a man weep. She was dressed in a red dress that hugged her in all the right places, and she had a smile that could light up the French Quarter.

She spotted me, and I couldn’t help but feel a spark. I held her gaze as she walked over to me, her hips swaying like a pendulum. “You look like you’re in need of some company,” she said, her voice a low purr.

I smiled, “And what makes you think I need company?”

“Because,” she leaned in, her breath warm on my ear, “you’re sitting alone in a bar full of people. And because you’re looking at me like you want to do more than just talk.”

I chuckled, “You’re right. I do want to do more than just talk.”

She sat down next to me, her thigh brushing against mine. “So, what’s your name, handsome?”

“I’m Lucas. And you are?”

“Isabella. But you can call me Bella,” she said, signaling the bartender for a drink. “So, Lucas, what brings you to New Orleans?”

We spent the next hour talking, laughing, and flirting shamelessly. I told her about my job as a travel writer, and she shared stories about her work as a local artist. The chemistry between us was electric, and I could feel the tension building.

As the night wore on, we found ourselves back at my hotel room. Bella was leaning against the door, her eyes locked onto mine. “You know what I think, Lucas?” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“What’s that, Bella?” I replied, stepping closer to her.

“I think you want to fuck me,” she said, her hands reaching up to pull her hair into a loose bun. “I think you want to taste me, touch me, make me scream your name.”

I reached out, my fingers tracing the line of her jaw. “You’re not wrong, Bella.”

She smiled, her lips parting slightly. “Then what are you waiting for?” she challenged.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I pushed her against the door, my mouth capturing hers in a fierce kiss. Our tongues danced, our breaths mingling as our bodies pressed together. I could feel her heart racing, her breasts heaving against my chest.

I broke the kiss, my lips trailing down her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. She gasped, her head falling back against the door. “You taste amazing,” I murmured, my hands exploring her curves. I cupped her breasts, my thumbs brushing over her nipples, feeling them harden beneath the fabric of her dress.

She moaned, her hands reaching for my shirt, pulling it off. I stepped back, my eyes roaming over her body. “You’re beautiful, Bella,” I said, my voice hoarse with desire.

She smiled, her fingers going to the zipper of her dress, slowly pulling it down. The dress fell to the floor, leaving her in a black lace bra and thong. I groaned, my cock straining against my pants.

I stepped forward, my hands cupping her face, my mouth capturing hers in another searing kiss. My hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve, every dip. I unhooked her bra, her breasts spilling out, her nipples hard and begging for attention. I took one into my mouth, sucking and nipping, my hand massaging the other.

She moaned, her hands reaching for my belt, unbuckling it, unzipping my pants. My cock sprang free, hard and ready. She wrapped her hand around it, stroking slowly, her eyes locked onto mine.

I grabbed her wrist, stopping her. “Not yet,” I said, my voice a low growl. I turned her around, her hands on the door, her ass pressed against me. I ground my cock against her, feeling her heat through the thin fabric of her thong.

I reached around, my fingers slipping inside her, feeling her wetness. She gasped, her head falling back against my shoulder. I fingered her slowly, my other hand reaching around to cup her breast. I pinched her nipple, my fingers working her clit, feeling her body tense.

“You’re so wet, Bella,” I murmured in her ear. “So ready for me.”

She moaned, her hips moving against my hand. “Yes,” she gasped. “Please, Lucas. I want you.”

I pulled my fingers out, bringing them to my mouth, sucking her taste off them. She watched me, her eyes dark with desire. I turned her around, my mouth capturing hers in another fierce kiss. I pushed her back onto the bed, my body covering hers.

I broke the kiss, my mouth trailing down her body, my tongue licking and sucking her nipples, my hands exploring her curves. I settled between her legs, my tongue finding her clit. I licked and sucked, my fingers sliding inside her, fucking her slowly.

She moaned, her hands in my hair, her hips moving against my mouth. “Yes, Lucas,” she gasped. “Oh, God, yes.”

I worked her with my mouth and fingers, feeling her body tense, her breath coming in short gasps. I sucked her clit into my mouth, my fingers curling inside her, and she came, her body arching off the bed, her cries filling the room.

I kissed my way back up her body, my cock poised at her entrance. I looked into her eyes, my cockhead sliding inside her, stretching her. She moaned, her hands on my hips, pulling me deeper.

“You feel so good,” she gasped. “So big.”

I groaned, my hips moving slowly, my cock filling her. “You’re so tight, Bella,” I said, my voice a low growl. “So wet.”

I moved in and out of her, my hips picking up speed. Her moans filled the room, her hands gripping my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. I could feel her body tense again, her orgasm building.

I pulled out suddenly, making her gasp in protest. I flipped her over, her ass in the air, her knees on the bed. I positioned myself at her entrance, my cockhead pressing against her.

“Lucas,” she gasped, looking back at me. “What are you…oh!”

I pushed inside her, her tightness enveloping me. She moaned, her head falling forward, her hands gripping the sheets. I moved slowly at first, giving her time to adjust, her body relaxing around me.

I sped up, my hips moving faster, my cock filling her. I could feel her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps. I reached around, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in time with my thrusts.

“Oh, God, Lucas,” she gasped. “Right there. Yes, yes, yes.”

I could feel my own orgasm building, my cock throbbing inside her. I could feel her body tensing, her orgasm close. I wanted to feel her come around me, her body milking my cock.

“Come for me, Bella,” I growled. “Come on my cock.”

She cried out, her body convulsing, her orgasm ripping through her. I could feel her body clenching around me, her juices coating my cock. I groaned, my own orgasm overtaking me, my cock pulsing, filling her with my cum.

I collapsed on top of her, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. I rolled off her, pulling her into my arms. We lay there, our bodies entwined, our hearts beating in sync.