Chapter 65
Iclosed the door and looked at the man all hot and sexy wearing only his underwear and stretched out in bed. I had tried to sleep, but my body craved him. I needed him. I needed to feel him inside me.
“Everything okay?” he asked in that husky voice of his.
“No,” I answered and pulled off my shirt, dropping it on the floor.
He sat up, watching me intently. I stood before him in just my underwear. My heart was pounding, but I knew what I wanted. What we both wanted. I stepped out of my underwear and slowly walked toward him. He gasped, his eyes locked onto my bare skin. I felt powerful in that moment, knowing that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
“Can we really do this, Isadora?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
“I can’t stop myself,” I said, climbing onto the bed. I straddled him and his throbbing dick pressed into me. I leaned down and nibbled his ear. “I need you.”
His eyes closed with his hands gripping my hips, pulling me against his dick. “We’ll be very, very quiet,” he said.
I kissed him, rubbing my breasts against his chest, and his breath hitched. Our hands were everywhere, exploring each other like we had never been together before. It didn’t matter how much we had to whisper or how fast we moved. In this moment, we were only focused on each other. He wrapped an arm around my waist, and in one fluid move that showcased his strength, he flipped me over with his body over mine.
“I have been burning for you for weeks,” he whispered. His mouth covered mine before pulling away and kissing over my neck. He was ravenous, teeth and tongue attacking my breasts with a fervor.
I moaned in pleasure, arching my back, begging for more. “Give it to me. Love me.”
He was already kissing over my stomach while his hands moved under my thighs and pushed my legs up and open. I could feel his breath against me as he licked over my folds.
“Oh yes,” he groaned against my pussy, sending shivers of delight through me. “I’ve craved this. I’ve dreamed about feasting on you like a man that hasn’t eaten in a month.”
I moaned softly, my body trembling with anticipation. His fingers took over teasing my folds cruelly before delving inside me. I arched my back and pushed myself closer to him, my hips rocking with the rhythm of his fingers. The build-up was electric, my heart racing as I grew closer to release.
His tongue lapped at my clit while his fingers plunged into me. I nearly screamed in pleasure but remembered we had to be quiet. I grabbed a pillow and covered my face before I shook the house. As his tongue explored my sensitive areas, I moaned into the pillow. Each flick of his tongue and gentle suck made my body shake with desire. I could feel the orgasm building inside me, like an explosion about to happen.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he suddenly stopped. My breathing had become ragged, my body writhing with pleasure. He slowly removed his tongue from my core, sliding his finger inside me while simultaneously rubbing my clit.
I whimpered. The pleasure was so good it hurt. He reached up and pulled the pillow away. “I want you to come now, Isadora.”
He pushed the pillow back at me and returned his mouth to me. His tongue lapped over me before he found that sensitive nub that turned me into a wreck. He sucked it gently, eliciting moans of delight from me. My hips bucked, desperate for more. He knew just how to make me feel alive, how to make me lose myself in the moment.
His finger and tongue were both inside me, driving me wild. I cried out, the pillow muffling the sound to a hoarse whisper. My body shuddered and shook, riding high on the intense pleasure he had given me. I didn’t want it to end.
He crawled up beside me, the comforting weight of his body pressing against me. I felt his erection, still hard and ready, hot against my thigh. We lay there for a moment, catching our breath and reveling in the afterglow of our passion. Our hearts were still pounding.
“That was amazing,” I whispered, my voice still shaky from my orgasm.
“I could feast on you every night and never get tired of it,” he murmured against my ear.
“I’m not sure I would survive.”
He kissed me, put a condom on, and slid his body over mine. His thick cock pressed between my legs. He quickly pushed the pillow out of the way and stared down at me. “Shh,” he whispered.
He reached between us and lined his cock up with my opening. Then he slowly entered me, our eyes locking in a heated gaze. He filled me completely and I smothered my groan with my hand over my mouth.
His hips began to move, the rhythm of his thrusts in sync with the pounding of my heart. He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me closer, our bodies melding together perfectly.
The room filled with soft murmurs and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, our passion and desire fueling us. He continued to whisper sweet nothings in my ear, promises of forever and dreams of a life together.
As the pleasure built inside me, I gripped his back, my nails digging into his skin, desperate for more of him. He thrust faster, harder, his hips pounding against me, his breath coming in ragged gasps. I could feel him growing closer, his thrusts becoming more erratic. I met his gaze, my eyes filled with love and desperation.
I froze when the sound of the bed hitting the wall brought me back to reality. He noticed it too.
“Fuck.” He rolled away, pulling me with him, and we slipped onto the floor.
He lay on his back on the plush rug, his cock straight in the air. “Ride me.”
I straddled him, my knees on the soft rug I had picked out for him. It hadn’t been chosen to be fucked on, but the fluffy rug was actually perfect for it. I rubbed my slick folds against his hard cock, teasing myself and him as much as possible. I leaned forward, my breasts brushing against his chest. “Do you like this?”
He groaned, his head going back. “Fuck yes. You drive me wild.”
I leaned back, my eyes locking with his, and slowly impaled myself onto his thick member. He groaned again, his hands clenching into fists, and his eyes tightening as I sat up and rolled my hips, beginning to ride him.
“That’s it, baby. Move your hips, just like that. You’re so fucking wet. So fucking perfect for me.”
He grabbed my hips, pulling me closer, the friction of our bodies driving us both closer to the edge. Our hearts pounded, our breaths labored, and our eyes locked in a fervor of passion and desire.
“I love you,” I whispered, my voice shaking with urgency.
“I love you too, Isadora. I’ve never felt this way about anyone.”
My hands grabbed at his chest, my nails scratching across his flesh as we both moved faster, harder, our bodies slamming against each other in an urgent rhythm. My hips bucked wildly, my core clenching around his hot dick. He groaned my name, his grip on my hips tightening. His cock pulsed inside me as he released.
My orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, washing over me in pleasure so intense I could barely breathe. I collapsed on top of him, my chest heaving. We both lay there, sated and spent.
Our hearts continued to race, still caught up in the high of our passion. He pulled me close, his arms wrapping around me in a tight embrace. Our sweaty bodies pressed against each other, and I ran my fingers through his hair, lost in the moment.
“Now, this feels like home,” I sighed with contentment.
“Babe, my back is killing me. Can we get in the bed now?”
I giggled softly and sat up. “I should go back to my room.”
“Not yet,” he said, sitting up with amazing abdominal strength and kissing me. “I need a little cuddle.”
“You do not.” I laughed.
“Just for a few minutes,” he said. “So I don’t feel like a sex toy.”
“Oh my god, you’re so dramatic. Fine, but I have to get back to my room before she wakes up.”
“You will,” he said.
I got up and reached down to help him to his feet. We climbed back into his bed, cuddling close and listening to each other’s steady breathing. As we lay together, I felt a love I had never experienced before. We fell asleep in each other’s arms.
I woke just as the sun was starting to come up. I had to leave the warm cocoon. I meant to sneak away and let him sleep, but he caught me. “Don’t go yet,” he whispered, twirling a condom in his fingers. “Let’s just stay here a little longer.”
“You’re going to get us caught.”
“What teenager gets up with the sun?” he reasoned.
“Good point.”
He moved his body over mine, supporting his weight on his elbows while his hands stroked over my face. “I need you. I know it’s going to be difficult, but you can’t say a word. No moaning. I’m going to slip inside you and feel you. You’re going to find it hot. Like really hot. And then you’re going to orgasm and your tight pussy is going to squeeze me until I orgasm.”
The words were nearly my undoing. I was ready to climax just from the way he spoke and how his jaw flexed as he rolled the condom on.
I bit my lip, trying to suppress the moans that wanted to escape my throat. He slipped inside me with no resistance. His words had made me wet, easing his passage inside me. I felt the familiar sensation of fullness and warmth.
He barely had to move. I could feel my arousal building, the heat between my legs intense. I clenched around him, trying to control the noise that threatened to escape.
“You’re so tight,” he whispered breathlessly. “Your pussy is so hot and so wet.”
I moaned softly, unable to contain my pleasure any longer. His every move sent shockwaves of desire through my body. I knew I couldn’t hold back much longer.
He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear. “Say my name,” he whispered. “Say it with your orgasm, babe.”
The sensation of his breath and the sound of his voice sent me over the edge. My body convulsed as my orgasm washed over me. His name came out on a breath, the sound barely audible amidst the passionate fervor. My pussy clenched around him, milking him until he too succumbed to the intense pleasure, his own orgasm pulsing inside me.
We lay there, our bodies still connected, breathing heavily as our heart rates slowed. The sky outside was growing brighter. I wondered if anyone else in the world was experiencing the same kind of passion and intimacy that we were. I felt like one of the lucky few to have found my match.
“Now, I really have to go,” I said with a sigh.
He moved off me. I got out of bed and quickly pulled on my panties before pulling on my sleep shorts and shirt. Graham was watching me with a smile on his face and head propped up on his hand. The sheet was around his waist with his hair a hot mess. I could see the results of our lovemaking marked on his chest.
“Does it hurt?” I asked him curiously.
“Watching you leave? Always.”
“Very funny. Your chest. And I imagine your back as well.”
“Nah, it’s a nice reminder. When I feel them, the pain is quickly replaced with the memory of you riding me.”
I laughed and shook my head. “Goodnight.”
“I think you mean good morning.”
“It was a good morning,” I said.
I opened the door and peeked out. It was all clear. I closed the door and was tiptoeing back to my room when I heard a sharp gasp.
I turned and saw Sloane at the bottom of the stairs. We made eye contact and fury flashed across Sloane’s face.
We were so busted.