13. Isaac
Chapter 13
Isaac
The wind and rain are cold on my fevered skin as I slip out the back door into the tempestuous night.
For the first time since Pork Belly crashed through Brinn’s bushes, I am glad for the break in the foliage rather than embarrassed.
The sheets of rain make even her familiar backyard hard to navigate. I’m happy to see the water sluicing off the garden beds, though. The key is right where she showed me as I move the red, empty flower pot out of the way.
Every second I spend out here is causing the chill to creep in, but I hesitate picking it up.
If I go through that door, everything changes. There’s no going back to friends. I know that the second I kiss Brinn, there’s never going to be anyone else for me. I think I’ve known it for weeks. Maybe even since the first time I saw her laugh.
The key is freezing in my fingers, and I hold my breath as it clicks in the lock.
The howling storm is muted as I shut the door behind me. The quiet of her house feels unsettling at times, but now it feels like a bubble just for us as I walk through it. The storm outside can’t touch us. The world cannot find us in the dark. Our fears do not have a place here; it is only for us.
“Isaac?” she calls as my foot hits the first creaking step. The light from her room streams down the staircase like a path to heaven.
“I’m here,” I call as I leap up them two at a time.
“You’re here,” she says bursting out of her room as I hit the top step.
Before either of us has time to change our minds or let the doubt creep in, Brinn’s scorching body is pressing me against the wall. Her soft, perfect mouth captures mine. Kissing her is better than I could have ever possibly envisioned. If this is as far as it goes, I’ll die a happy man.
Her naked ass is a generous handful in my palms as I pull her closer to me, slotting her thighs over my leg. She moans beautifully as I kiss down her neck, tasting her skin for the first time.
“Isaac, please,” she pants and tries to move us toward her room.
I nip at the delicate skin of her shoulder with a dark chuckle and rock my hips into her. She trembles deliciously at the pressure of my thigh on her bare sex, breath hitching as I claim her mouth. “You’re allowed to tease me, but I’m not allowed to tease you?”
“Fuck,” she says as she rocks her hips in time with mine, grinding her soaking pussy on my thigh. Even through the damp fabric of my shorts, I can feel her hot, wet pleasure. “I need you,” she gasps against me.
“Anything for you, sweetheart,” I say as I finally relent and back her carefully through the doorway. Her room is cast in a warm glow from lantern and candlelight as I back her to the edge of the bed. “Trust me,” I say as I dip her backward, expecting her soft, pliant body to freeze at the motion, but she is steady in my arms.
When she is lying on the bed, I step back to finally admire her. Every dimple and curve is gilded in the light. Her coy look is a rosy jewel on her face. I want to dig my hands into the soft, striped clay of her wide hips and plush belly and explore every inch of her until I know exactly what she loves and how to give it to her every day.
“Isaac?” she says after a moment.
“Sorry,” I say, leaning over her to kiss her. “I needed to be a little selfish for a moment.” I kiss down her neck again. “You’re so beautiful,” I tell her before taking one of her tight, pink nipples into my mouth. She moans as I palm her other breast.
Just as I thought—the perfect fit.
Her hands thread through my hair and bring me to her other breast. “That’s it. Show me what you want,” I tell her.
Her hips squirm beneath me as she gently pushes me lower.
I kiss down her body as I kneel at the edge of her bed, nipping at her thighs as I raise them over my shoulders, and her eyes flutter closed.
If I thought the view from above was awe-inspiring, the view from between her thighs is perfect. Her desire is glazed over her inner thighs, and her perfect pink cunt is swollen with need. My cock jumps at the sight of it.
I can’t help the groan that escapes me as I scent her arousal. “Fuck, Brinn. What you do to me....”
“What do I—ohhhhh,” she keens as I lick her in a broad stroke from her pussy to her clit. I circle and suck at the sensitive bud, and her hands fly to my head, holding me in place. “Oh my god, don’t stop,” she begs, like I would have even dared to consider it.
I’m so hard that I can’t help but grind against the edge of her bed, seeking any sort of friction as I moan into her. Her body dances under my tongue as I earn every gasp, sigh, and moan.
Her body, already coiled tightly with desire, shatters quickly. “Oh fuck. Isaac!” she wails and holds me tight, grinding against my tongue and shaking against me. Her orgasm coats my mouth as she rides out her pleasure, cursing and gasping through it.
When she finally releases her grip on my hair, she’s laughing through the aftershocks, and I can’t help but laugh, too. The joy of being thoroughly surrounded by her is a heady feeling. I crawl back up her body and kiss her laughing mouth. “What’s so funny?” I say against her lips.
“I had a panic attack on your lawn, and it led to me coming on your face,” she says before kissing me back. They’re sweet, tender kisses. They’re how I imagine kissing her every day for the rest of my life.
When her tongue darts out to taste herself on my lips, her hands thread through my hair again, deepening the kiss into something no longer tender but heated and desperate. She is the storm raging outside, beautiful in the power of her desire and rapidly changing in her intensity. I can’t help but chase it.