Chapter 47 #2
Am I sure… about what I want to ask, but I say nothing.
Honestly, I don’t know if she’s asking if I’m sure about being better.
Or if she’s seeking approval so she can touch me.
There are times in my life when I wished I were a better man, like right now.
I shouldn’t give in. Not right now, but I have no fight left to argue fate.
Love. I only dip my head down and kiss her.
Nothing demanding or aggressive. Just a soft press of my lips against hers, then her lips part for me.
Her tongue slips past mine, my hand cups her jaw, and I tilt it slightly.
Just enough to deepen the kiss, causing her to sigh into my mouth.
There’s no urgency in our movements. No wild hands or breathless tugging.
Ronnie’s fingers gently thread through my hair, pulling me closer as our tongues continue to glide against each other.
My arms band around her waist while my other hand leaves her jaw, moving down to her leg.
I pick her up in one swift movement, her legs wrapping around me as we continue to passionately devour one another.
With her safely in my arms, I bring her to my room,pulling away breathless.
My lips feel so swollen, still tingling from our make-out session, and this time it is I who asks, “You sure?”
Her response is another kiss, giving me all the permission I need to bring her into my room and make love to her in my bed. I pull away from her just enough to mutter, “Words, mami. Only then can we conti—” My words come to an abrupt end when she whispers against my lips, “Use me.”
Those five letters snap my restraint. Not fully unleashing myself, but it does make our passion unfurl.
We take our time undressing each other, our hands reverently gliding against our skin, mapping every part of each other, as if afraid we would wake up in the past. The world falls away, and in its place there’s only this. Us. Ronnie and Iz.
I lay her down in my bed, my eyes roam over her, scanning for any doubt, any hesitation.
Only to find none. I move between her legs and crouch before her.
Leaning in, pressing a tender kiss on her shoulder, before dragging my tongue over her collarbone.
Making a path of wet kisses up towards the underside of her jaw.
She returns the kisses with wet ones of her own, her thighs clamping at my side, keeping me in place and pulling me into her—where I can feel how soaked she is for me.
“I want to take my time with you,” I mutter against her skin as I work my way to her center and press a soft kiss. Ronnie threads her fingers through my hair, using it to grind into my hungry mouth as I continue to tease her.
“Not tonight,” she practically whimpers.
“We have all the time in the world. I need you to… Fuck me, Isaac.” She leans back into the mattress, opening herself to let me in.
It takes a minute, not because I wasn’t hard, but watching her squirm and play with her perfect round tits as she begs for me, is a sight I want to engrave into my very soul.
Climbing between her legs, my hand grips the base of my shaft before running it up her wet slit.
We both hiss from the contact, the need…
. “Mas1,” she breathes out softly, my brow arching at her speaking Spanish.
That’s new, and I fucking love it. I push in just the tip, making her back bow off the bed before pulling back.
“Iz…” she warns, her eyes heavy with lust, giving her that beautiful siren look.
“Dime qué tú quieres, mami…” I brush the head of my cock over her clit, her legs slamming shut around me.
I pull back, urging her to tell me what she wants, demanding to hear it in Spanish.
She moans, wiggling and inching closer, trying to impale herself on me.
But I don’t let her. My hand flattens on her stomach, holding her down. 2“Habla, brujita.”
“Fuck, metemelo3.”
I grin. “Lo que quieras4.”
With that, I slowly push inside her, watching her back arch off the bed with just the tip. My free hand moves up the center of her, holding her down slightly, watching as more of me disappears inside her.
“IZ,” she moans. “Please.” I smile at that.
The neediness in her voice makes my balls draw tight, and to play with her even more, I drag back out just to hear her beg again.
“Please what, Ronnie?” Her legs try to clamp together as my fingers tease her taut nipple.
Ronnie’s grey eyes are a wild thunderstorm of lust. “Fu—fuck me.”
And who am I to deny my queen anything? I thrust fully into her, my hand moving towards her back just as it lifts off the mattress.
My mouth finds her breasts, I kiss them and suck them as I slowly move inside her.
Every movement of my hips is met with one of hers.
“Fuck, ma. You’re so fucking tight.” I groan into her skin, feeling her walls greedily clamp down on me. “Fuck!”
At this rate, I won’t be lasting long at all.
I can feel the orgasm already building at the base of my spine.
It’s been a while, and I’m ready to come deep inside her, so the least I can do is get her there.
Taking hold of her back, I flip us over so now she’s straddling me, and I’m sitting up on the bed.
I smack her bubble ass, feeling the recoil against my palm.
Fuck, I love this. The thickness of her—she’s always had a nice ass, but now that baby bounces.
“Go, on coje lo que es tuyo.” I groan, grinding her against me.
She moans, placing a hand on my chest, her legs wide open, and my girl rides.
Bouncing slowly on her knees, a little wobbly at first, but she finds her rhythm.
Feeling my cock move deeper, I help her take what she needs, transfixed on how beautiful she looks when she comes undone for me.
“Isaac!” My name falls from her lips like a breathless prayer, as she throws her head back waves falling down her back.
My hands, gripping her ass, spreading her apart, helping her bounce and grind through her orgasm.
“That’s it, mami, come for me. Use this cock to make yourself feel good. You feel good, ma?”
She whimpers, nails digging into my flesh. The pain sends a delicious tingle to my balls. There it goes again. Her pussy flutters, and my dick twitches inside her as our movements become frantic. “I…I’mmm. C…oming.”
“Yeah, you are…” I fuck her through it before turning us over again, so she can lie on her back while I can pound her into my mattress.
The dog tags with Lucas’s footprints dangle between us.
Throwing her leg over my shoulder, my gaze locks with hers when I slam into her.
My hips circle, making my dick hit all the right notes to make my butterfly sing.
A delicious melody that creates the rhythm of each thrust. I drag myself out before pushing into her. Harder and harder each time.
“Fuck, Ronnie,” I groan, slowing down to prolong my release as much as I can. But it’s useless when she bucks her hips. That minuscule movement has me seeing stars.
“I’m gonna pull out,” I manage to say, realizing a little too late that I’m not wearing a condom, and it’s been so long I don’t know if she’s on anything.
Then her legs lock around me, her hands snake around me and grip my ass firmly as she grinds into me.
The orgasm builds in my spine, my blood becomes liquid lava with each deliberate movement of her body.
“Come with me, Iz,” she breathes, and I follow her because I can.
I’ll follow my precious sunflower anywhere as long as she leads me.
We collapse breathless, a mess of sweat and come.
I hold my breath, waiting for her to pick up and leave.
To say this was a mistake, but instead she buries her face in my chest and whispers, “I missed you.”
My heart slows down and steadies itself. My body melts into the mattress, and I swear I think I’m floating. Kissing her forehead, I reply, “I missed you, too.” She doesn’t answer, so I just hold her until her soft snores fill the silence, lulling me to sleep.
Sunlight creeps in through the blinds, and relief washes through me when I feel the warmth of her body.
Carefully, I sit up, just so I can watch her peacefully sleep.
Her hair is long again, a mess on my pillow.
One of her arms is draped across my waist, and as much as I hated leaving her, there’s a little guy I need to go see.
I’m careful not to wake her when I move her arm to the side, allowing me to slide out of bed without disrupting her.
I wanted to leave her safe in my bed. Even though I already hate the idea of leaving her like this, I wish I could stay.
As quiet as a mouse, I get ready, tiptoeing around the space.
Once I’m ready to go, I walk over to the nightstand and pull out a random piece of paper and a black Sharpie.
Quickly, I jot down a note for her and leave it on the pillow beside her.
I could simply text her, but this just seems more personal.
I kiss her temple before rising to my feet and heading to the hospital.
1. more
2. Talk witchling
3. Put it in.
4. What ever you want.