"Fine," she says through gritted teeth, still massaging your neck as she reluctantly steps away. "But you're going to have to earn that privilege." Her fingers trail lightly down the center of your chest and over your stomach before coming to rest on the button of your jeans.

With a mischievous grin, she undoes the clasp and pushes them down your hips, revealing your boxer briefs-clad erection beneath. "First,"

With a wicked grin, she takes hold of your erection and begins to stroke it slowly, her grip firm but gentle as her other hand returns to cup your cheek once more. "First," she repeats, voice low and husky, "you're going to have to make this very clear for me."

Her hips rock forward against yours, grinding against the hard length of your cock, her body moving in perfect synchrony with her hands as she guides you toward release.

Her words send a shiver down your spine, making you even harder again despite having just cum. You lean forward and kiss her back passionately, your hands moving to her hips as you pull her closer. You feel the familiar weight of her breasts against your chest, and it's all you can do not to lose control again right here in this bathroom stall.

"Isabel," you groan into her mouth, "I want more."

Her lips part to your touch, her tongue dancing with yours as she feels the passion coursing through you once more. Her hands slip up your chest, over your shoulders and around your neck, pulling you even closer as they fist in your hair. With a low moan, she arches against you, grinding her hips into yours in perfect rhythm with your growing need. "You have me," she whispers hotly, "take what you want."