Chapter 52
Isabelle
As we reach James’s front door, he pauses and turns to me. He smiles, takes his keys out and starts to twirl a key around the ring, freeing one and handing it to me.
“I’ll let you do the honours. I've been a busy boy today.”
What has he done? I give him a suspicious side eye and a smile as I slip the key into the lock. A sudden bout of nerves strikes me as I realise that this isn't just James’ front door now; it’s ours. I’m moving in.
I step in through the porch and gasp. I’ve stepped into a whole new house.
Three framed photos of us hang in beautiful dark wood frames on the hallway wall, and a barley-coloured runner trails along the wooden flooring.
I stand in front of the first picture, and our happy faces at a restaurant table look back at me. I can't help but smile at the memory.
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“Keep going. There's more.” James whispers next to me, startling me and making me jump. I step in front of the living room door, and my heart skips a beat. A shiny black baby grand piano sits in the bay window.
“Oh my God! I can't believe you got one! I've always wanted a baby grand. I'm so jealous!” I rush out in excitement.
“It's all yours, baby. Consider it a welcome home present.”
I fling my arms around his neck, kissing him, feeling him all over me, as his hands wrap around my waist and make their way down to cup my ass cheeks, his strong fingertips digging into my flesh and pulling my hips tight to his.
His hardening cock presses into me, stirring a need to hold him, make love to him, take him deep and slow and show him just how much I love him.
I pull back, his eyes dark with lust as he groans in disappointment.
I take his hand and lead him to the piano, backing him into the stool and pressing down on his shoulders to make him sit.
He drops down and spreads his legs open, allowing me to step forward into him.
My hands cup his face as I lean down to kiss him again, his tongue pushing against the seam of my lips, and I let him in, his soft tongue claiming my mouth, like he has claimed every part of my heart.
Yes, Miss
I lift my skirt and lower myself to straddle him and take a moment to just hold him, feeling the beat of his heart and the cadence of his breathing, before running my hands up the nape of his neck, gripping his hair and pulling his head back.
He lets out a soft moan, his hard cock pressing against my core.
“Eyes on me, pet,” I murmur, my voice velvety soft. My hands cup my breasts, thumb strokes rolling over my hardening nipples. “Take my top and bra off, baby,” I instruct.
He obeys instantly, his fingers darting to the hem of my top and pulling upwards, his eyes never leaving mine as he pulls the soft fabric over my head and drops it to the floor.
“And now my bra,” I purr into his ear, my breath playing over his neck, a ripple of goosebumps appearing under my lips. His fingers slide under the clasp at my back. My bra straps glide down my shoulders; his breath stutters when my breasts spill free, inches from his lips.
He palms them, mesmerised as he squeezes them softly.
“Good boy,” I coo, arching, pushing my chest toward his mouth. “Now kiss them and lick.”
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His tongue swirls over one taut nipple, then the other, in a slow worship. He sucks, gentle pulls on my nipple making my pussy clench in a mirrored hunger.
I watch as he pleasures me, and the wet drag of his tongue leaves cooling trails across my skin.
“That’s it,” I whisper, weaving my fingers through his dark hair, guiding him, encouraging.
“Suck a little harder, darling.” I gasp, needing more intensity and wanting him to leave his marks on my skin.
He moans, the sound vibrating through my sensitive flesh.
My hips roll involuntarily, the seam of his jeans pressing hot against my begging pussy. Sparks shoot from nipple to clit, every suck a slow stroke to my very core, increasing my desperation for him. I sit back with my arms atop the piano keys, and my eyes drop to his hard bulge behind his zip.
“Unbutton.” He follows, his hand moving quickly to his jeans.
He pops the button and slides the zip down, his cock pushing free, and I reach forward.
I slide his cock out, thick and veined, the head already slick with pre-cum.
I give his cock a tight squeeze, forcing a few more drops to spill out.
My thumb brushes the slit, collecting the pearl of pre-cum and bringing it to my lips, desperate to taste.
He watches, dazed, as I slowly wipe my finger over the tip of my tongue and hum in appreciation.
Yes, Miss
“Please, Iz. I need to be inside you, please!” he begs. The whine in his voice sends shivers throughout my body. There is always something special about a man who begs.
Holding his shoulders, I raise my hips just enough to position his crown at my entrance.
His fingers graze between my pussy lips as he pulls my underwear aside my slickness coating his fingers, and he brings them to his mouth and sucks as I sink down onto him, his cock stretching me as my pussy pulses around him.
My gaze locked with his, I lower myself slowly, inch by inch as he licks each of his fingers clean.
A soft moan escapes me. “Fuck, you fill me perfectly,” I praise. My hips settle, ass resting against his thighs, his full length buried. For one breath, we stay joined together, enjoying the moment of connection.
Then I begin. Slow, measured rolls, the gentlest ride I can give him.
I want this moment to be tender, to luxuriate in his presence.
His hands rest on my hips, guiding but never demanding more than I’m willing to give him.
I grind my hips slowly as I lean back, my elbows resting on the lid of the piano.
The altered position has me dropping my head back in pleasure, the head of his cock dragging against my front wall and along my G spot, causing my pussy to grip his cock tight.
“Oh God, Iz. I’m so close.”
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“Do not come. Not until I say you can,” I warn, knowing full well he won't.
His jaw drops, eyes glazed with surrender.
“Look at me,” I whisper. “You’re mine. Feel how I ride you, baby. Feel me taking you deeper, inch by inch.”
His hand leaves my hip, his thumb brushing against my clit, sending sparks spiralling through me, my own release growing rapidly.
“That’s it, sweet boy,” I encourage. “Just like that. Hold on for me.”
The piano stool creaks under us, like a gentle metronome to our symphony of moans. My breathing deepens, thighs trembling on either side of him as I continue to ride him, harder now, chasing my own release.
I sit forward, wrapping my arms around his neck, taking this moment to feel his heat against me, my breasts pressed into his chest as I quicken my pace, circles becoming tighter, grinding against him.
His hands wrap around my waist, encircling me with his strength, pulling me closer.
His eyes are closed, and his jaw is tight, holding his own orgasm back, a state of exquisite torture.
I grip his hair hard, forcing his eyes to fly open as I stare into his almost obsidian eyes and tell him, “Come with me, baby. Now.” My voice cracks as my orgasm rips through me, feeling tension disperse from
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every part of my body. I feel like I'm floating, wrapped in warm cotton wool.
“Oh fuck,” he growls, his own release exploding within him. I feel his thick, hot cum filling me up, leaking out onto my pussy with the final rolls of my hip. The heady scent of sex fills my nostrils, and I have never been so sated. Here on my man’s lap, in our home, moving forward together.
Panting, I collapse onto his chest, my lips kissing his sweaty temple. “Perfect,” I murmur. “You were so perfect for me.”
And he really is. I could never ask for more from him.
The past week has been a little hectic, catching James up on classes and having the buzz about James and I settle down. The ability to actually be open in front of others about our relationship, even just the odd peck on the cheek as we part after lunch, is so good.
Secrecy is never good for the soul and being us, our authentic selves, means we don't carry the weight of our secrets around with us, exhausting us day in, day out. We’re free to be happy now, to love and to live our lives on our terms.
I think about what our future may entail as I unpack the last of my clothes, packing them away as I take in my new bedroom, our bedroom.
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My phone vibrates on the dresser, the sudden loud buzz pulling me out of my reverie.
I reach out, tapping the screen to see my notifications and see Vic’s message.
Vic: Time to talk? Got something I need to discuss with you. Very important. Don't ignore. Put him down. Put his dick away. Call me. Love you x x
I smile, yet a small note of concern twists in my gut at what could be so urgent and why she couldn't just message me.
I press the little phone icon and wait for her to answer.