6. Nicholas
6
NICHOLAS
I was joking about the Gatorade and protein bar, but Isabel surprises me by bringing both. It’s nearing one in the morning, and her roommate is nowhere to be found, which is more than fine by me. The absence of any interruptions leaves us with plenty of time to revel in a dirty encore to our previous performance, the thrill of anticipation crackling in the air between us.
“You know, we don’t have to do anything else. I was just joking,” Isabel says, taking a delicate sip of water, the cool liquid glistening on her lips. “We could just go to bed, get up in the morning, and?—”
“Alright, I’m ready,” I interrupt her with a playful smirk. “Get on your hands and knees, princess.”
Her eyebrow arches with a mixture of intrigue and surprise. “Oh, really?” she replies, a hint of timidity lacing her tone, as if my words have ignited a spark of daring within her. The atmosphere thickens with unspoken possibilities, each moment stretching out with delicious tension.
“Now,” I command, my voice low and firm. Isabel rolls over, her movements fluid, and as she does so, I deliver a playful slap to her gorgeous, round bottom, the sound echoing slightly in the still air. “That’s for questioning me.”
Isabel shakes her head, a mix of disbelief and amusement dancing in her eyes. “You’re incorrigible,” she retorts, the corners of her mouth twitching into a smile despite herself.
“No, I’m hungry for your body,” I reply with a teasing glint in my eyes, “and you’re trying to keep me from having seconds. I won’t tolerate this kind of disobedience!” When she snorts in disbelief, I take the opportunity to give her a second slap on the other cheek, the warmth radiating from her skin. “Keep it up. Your bottom looks cute in this shade of pink,” I add, relishing the playful banter that crackles between us, the room filled with an intoxicating blend of teasing and desire.
When she gets into a comfortable position on her hands and knees, I’m in awe of the arch of her back. Some women don’t do doggie style right. They look uncomfortable and like they don’t want to be there, but Isabel looks like a professional. Her curves are accentuated in this position, her hips cocked at a tantalizing angle that makes my cock twitch with anticipation.
I get on my knees behind her and grab a handful of her ass, feeling the plump skin. God, she feels like heaven. The warmth of her body radiates through my palms, making my fingers dig in slightly, as if I'm claiming possession. “How do you feel about anal?” I ask because it’s only polite to ask before you stick something into someone’s ass, my voice low and husky, my eyes fixed on the tantalizing view before me, the pink hue of her bottom still fresh in my mind.
"Her eyes flicker with a mix of trepidation and desire as she responds, "As long as you know what you're doing." I can't help but chuckle lowly, reassuring her with a sultry smile.
"Trust me, baby, I know exactly what I'm doing." I reach for the bottle of lube on the nightstand, my gaze never leaving hers. The cool liquid drizzles over my throbbing cock, and I take a moment to relish in the sensation before shifting my focus to her.
With gentle fingers, I spread the lube over her tight entrance, taking my time to massage and prepare her. "You wanted naughty, sweetheart. I can do naughty." My voice is husky with lust, and I watch as a shiver runs through her body."
I press the head of my cock against her rosebud, feeling the initial resistance as I gently slide the tip in. Isabel gasps, her body tensing up, and I pause for a moment to give her time to adjust. I know that pussies are made to expand, but assholes are a different story. I don't want her to feel any discomfort, so I wait until the tension in her body dissipates before I begin to plunge further.
"Oh, fuck," she moans as I slowly slide all the way in, savoring the feeling of her tightness enveloping my throbbing cock. It feels incredible, like a vice gripping me in the most pleasurable way possible. I pull out slowly, relishing in the sensation, before thrusting back in again at a steady pace.
"Rub your clit for me, baby," I tell her, reaching down with my free hand to slip two fingers into her wet pussy. She gasps again, her hips bucking involuntarily as I begin to move my fingers in time with my thrusts. I can feel her body starting to tremble beneath me as the pleasure builds, and I know that we're both getting closer to the edge.
She makes a frenzied sound that nearly sends me over the edge, her voice filled with desire and pleasure. I continue my thrusts, picking up speed little by little as I determine she can handle it. When Isabel starts pushing back into me, I know that her bottom is used to my size. She's moving with me now, our bodies in sync as we chase our mutual release.
She's panting as she rubs herself, her fingers working furiously over her clit. I can feel her getting closer, and it only spurs me on. I finger fuck her sweet center, the wetness of her arousal making it easy for me to slide in and out. Thrusting deep into her naughty core, I can't help but groan at how good it feels.
When I start cumming, I almost feel bad. I don't want this to end, but the pleasure is too intense to deny. But then there she is, right there with me, pushing back against my cock like the gorgeous, curvy woman that she is. Her body trembles as she cums, her muscles clenching around me in a vice-like grip.
I pour my second load into her bottom as she has her third orgasm. Extracting myself from her a second time is harder than the first because she's still tight around my sensitive cock. But I manage, and we collapse onto the bed together, spent and satisfied.
"Mmm, you're right," Isabel murmurs, her breath hot against my chest. "I love you, Nicholas. I always have."
I stroke her hair gently, feeling a surge of affection for this woman who has captured my heart. "I love you too, Isabel. You're mine, and I'm yours. That's all that matters."
She lifts her head and gazes at me with those beautiful blue eyes. "Do you really mean that?"
"Of course I do," I say, smiling down at her. "I've never been more certain of anything in my life."
Isabel leans in and presses her lips to mine, her kiss filled with all the passion and desire that I feel for her. As we lay there, entwined in each other's arms, I know that I will do whatever it takes to keep her by my side.
"You know, we could always move somewhere else," I suggest, breaking the silence. "Start fresh, where no one knows us."
Isabel pulls back and looks at me, her expression thoughtful. "Maybe," she says. "But I don't want to run away from our problems. We can face them together, right?"
I nod, feeling a renewed sense of determination. "Together," I say, squeezing her tight. "Always."
As we drift off to sleep, wrapped in each other's embrace, I feel a sense of peace settle over me. For the first time in my life, I know what it means to truly be happy. And as long as Isabel is by my side, nothing else matters.
“What about our parents, though? What if they don’t approve?” she asks, a hint of concern creeping into her voice.
My dad has enough chaos swirling in his own life to add my issues to his burden. He’s a terrible husband in his own right, tangled up in his own mess. I know he doesn’t need the added weight of concerning himself with my relationships or anyone else's for that matter. “We don’t need to worry about my dad or your mom,” I reassure her, trying to dispel the doubt lingering in her eyes. “If you want to see where this goes first, to truly understand if it’s going to work out, then let’s focus on us for a little while and keep it just between ourselves. They don’t need to know for the first six months to a year. After that, we can decide together how to handle it. If they don’t approve, who cares? We can chart our own course.”
I reach for her hand, hoping to convey the strength of my conviction. This is about us and what we want, not what others think.
Isabel kisses my shoulder softly, her lips lingering for a moment. “You’re so level-headed and sure of us. What makes you think we’re even going to last six months to a year? I could get annoyed with you long before then.”
“With me? Sure, that’s a possibility. But all I’ve got to do is give you this dick, and you’ll be right back on the wagon, sweetheart.”
She playfully hits me, but deep down, she knows it’s true. There’s an undeniable chemistry between us that I believe can withstand any bumps in the road.
I could probably tell her I love her right now, the words on the tip of my tongue, but I choose to hold back. I’ll save that revelation for a few months down the line, allowing her to fall for the man behind the naughty cock, the one who wants to build something real and lasting.