Chapter Twenty-Four
chapter twenty-four
CAIO
I wake up lazily, feeling completely content. Last night was even better than I could’ve ever dreamed. Even better than all the times I’ve imagined that situation when I’m alone and needing relief.
I’ve never felt so connected to someone like that, sex has never felt so fucking existential. Now that I’ve had Isla like that, I don’t think I could ever give it up, give her up.
I roll over, my eyes opening when I can’t feel her next to me. There’s no way she ran off this morning. I fell asleep with her curled up in my arms, I didn’t think she would disappear before I woke up.
I sit up in the bed, and when I see her clothes still strewn across the floor, my shoulders relax.
She’s still here.
Or she left naked, but something tells me that Isla’s not the type for that kind of stunt.
I don’t bother with clothes past my underwear and make my way out of my bedroom when my eyes snag on Isla standing in the kitchen. She’s wearing my button up from last night and is looking very confused as she peers into the gigantic bowl in front of her.
Flour is sprinkled across the bench, she’s made an absolute mess in here, but I can’t complain. Not when she looks like that.
Her hair is all tangled, reminding me of when my hands were entwined in it last night, bringing a smile to my face. She looks so perfect in my space.
I walk over to her, she’s so engrossed in what she’s doing that she doesn’t notice me coming up behind her, she jumps when I wrap my arms around her waist.
“What are you making, sweetheart?” I rest my chin on her shoulder.
“Caio! You need to stop doing that,” she throws a stern look over her shoulder at me, but I press a quick kiss to her lips and when I pull away her face is back to the adoring look she gave me last night.
I nod towards the mixture in front of her.
“Well, I’m trying to make pancakes, but I’ve never been the best cook and I don’t have a recipe. Well more like you don’t have a recipe, do you not have any cookbooks? I can’t find anything in this kitchen.”
I’m utterly obsessed with the way she’s quickly made herself at home here, making a mess like this is her kitchen. I turn her around to face me. “Do you want me to make us some eggs instead?”
She loops her hands behind my neck, rising up on her tippy toes with a frown on her face. “No, I’m making the pancakes,” she says firmly, and it’s absolutely adorable.
I move my hands down from her waist to feel her bare ass under my shirt. She gives me a cheeky smile as I knead my fingers into her ass.
“You perfect little thing, wearing nothing but my shirt.” I smack her bare ass, before smoothing it over with my palm.
She bites down on her lip, telling me that she liked that. I spin her around before pushing her bowl of mixture aside, not giving a fuck when it clangs against the ground, spilling all over the floor as I bend Isla over the counter.
“Caio!” She protests looking at her attempt of breakfast spread across my kitchen floor. I smack her ass again quieting her protests.
“Not my priority right now,” I say kneeling down behind her and taking a nibble out of her cheek.
She squeals before I lick my tongue over the same spot, kissing it better. Reminding myself of where this all started last night.
I feel her body relax under my hands and I run a finger over her folds, finding her soaking once again. I can’t help the groan of satisfaction that escapes me. “Are you always this ready for me, Isla?”
She moans in answer which I let her get away with today as I stand up and pull my already hard cock out of my boxers, dragging it across her, teasing her entrance. She wiggles her ass back asking for more, and I’m not one to deny her, not when I’ve been craving this since the moment I pulled out of her last night.
“ Fuck, Caio,” she hisses as I push all the way in at once.
“Yeah, baby?” I pull out to the tip.
“Just— “ I slam back in. “God!”
I can’t help but chuckle, I love the way she that can’t form coherent sentences.
Last night was gentle, loving. But I have a feeling Isla doesn’t want me to be gentle this morning.
Her hands leave dragging handprints in the flour covering the bench with every shove from behind, and it’s hot as fuck. I press a kiss to her shoulder.
“More,” she begs, pushing her hips back at a quicker pace. I could come just watching her like this. I thrust into her hard, giving her my all.
She screams my name as I smack her ass again. Fuck I love that. I want everyone to hear her like this, for everyone to know that I’m the one making her feel this good.
I can feel her pussy tightening around me, and I know she’s close, she’s so wet that my cock is sliding in and out of her with ease. I quicken my pace and reach around her, sliding my hand up the front of her shirt—my shirt—to fill my palm with her perfect tits. Just big enough for me to get a handful of her. She moans as I pinch her nipple between my fingers.
“ Caio.” The way she says my name undoes me.
“Remember, no holding back baby,” I lean over to whisper in her ear. “Let it all out.” And she does, bucking her hips against me as she comes. I follow close behind; seeing her unravel so beautifully makes me come whether I want to or not.
She goes to stand up after a minute, our panting breaths the only sounds filling the apartment, but I gently push her back where she was, before I slip out of her.
“Stay there,” I say as I take a step back to take in the sight in front of me.
The kitchen looks like a crime scene, but with Isla bent over the counter wearing nothing but my shirt and my cum dripping down her thighs, I can’t look away.
“Fucking gorgeous.”
She smiles at me over her shoulder, her face flushed. I could get used to her looking at me like that.
I stand at the stovetop, scrambling eggs. Isla’s pancakes were a disaster before I tossed them across the floor anyway.
I started a hot shower for her, letting her clean up while I make us some food, we both need it after expelling all of our energy. Last night and this morning.
I don’t think I could ever not want her like this, or in any other way for that matter. Somehow the rug slipped out from under me, I can’t pinpoint when it happened, but suddenly Isla became the one person I want to invade every part of my life, my town, my home, my bed, my social life, everything. I want her all around me, in the air that I breathe and the water I drink. Even that wouldn’t be enough to fill my craving. I’ll always want more, everything she’s willing to give me.
I serve up the eggs onto our plates just as she comes strolling in, her hair damp and curly, exactly how I like it.
“ Buon appetito ,” I say putting the plate in front of where she sits down on a stool.
“Caio,” she starts, her tone conflicted as she picks up her fork. Uh oh. “I just…I don’t know what this all means for us.”
“Well, what do you want it to mean for us?” I ask.
“I don’t know,” she admits with a shy smile.
“Well for a start, are you going to keep telling people we are just friends? Cause that back there wasn’t super friendly.”
She laughs at me, treating me to my favorite sound. “No, I don’t think anyone believed me anyway.”
“The most important thing for me is that you know that I don’t want to put any pressure on you sweetheart, so I’ll follow your lead. No expectations from me, you do what you’re comfortable with, you’re the boss.” I throw a wink her way, before digging into my meal. She looks at me with worry lining her eyes.
I know it sounds like pretty words, but I mean it. I know Isla is scared to get her heartbroken, she’s been burnt before, and I don’t want to be the one who burns her a second time. As much as I want to claim her as mine in every single way possible, she might not feel that same way, in fact I don’t really know how she feels at all, but I want her to take her time in figuring it out, and in the meantime, I’ll be here.
This isn’t some summer fling for me, I don’t think I could ever forget the feeling that I get when I’m around Isla, and I’ll keep reminding her of that until she believes it.