Chapter 48
I 'm still coming down from the high from my orgasm. Living out my fantasy of fucking Isabelle in a hot tub was lightyears better than I could have ever imagined. Her body is sublime, and I'll spend a lifetime giving her every ounce of pleasure she deserves.
I’m pissed at myself for letting her get so cold. I wasn’t thinking straight when I bent her over the rim of the hot tub, singularly focused on pounding her tight little hole until we both reached nirvana. And reach nirvana we did. Goddamn.
I carry her to the shower—thank god it’s large enough for the two of us because I couldn’t keep my hands off her right now if I tried.
I carefully set her down on the vanity and turn on the shower.
While the water heats up, I stand between her legs and wrap her in my arms trying to get her warmed up.
“That was hands down, the hottest sex I’ve ever had. That’ll be taking the top slot on the highlight reel.”
“I know I’m not experienced, but I’d give it a ten out of ten.
Would recommend to a friend . Except there's no way in hell I'll ever let anyone touch your body. So, my review would read, Stay in our cabin and fuck in the hot tub. You can enjoy the idyllic mountain scenery while getting rammed from behind .”
I bury my face in her neck and shake with laughter. This fucking girl. I never pegged her for being funny, but she makes me laugh more every day than I have in my entire life. I’ve never been happier, and it’s all because Isabelle gave me one last chance.
“And excuse me sir, I don’t think you'll be needing a highlight reel when you have the live action version at your disposal. Anytime you feel the need to jerk off, I need you to imagine how your hand feels holding your dick, compared to how it feels inside my pussy. Because I volunteer as tribute, in advance, for eternity.”
I shake my head, she's everything. My life has been grey and hopeless. Now it’s warm and bright from her sun. There's pink every-fucking-where, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
The bathroom fills with steam, and I peel Isabelle from her towel and drop my own.
I wrap her legs around my hips and lift her into my arms to carry her into the shower.
I hold her there against my chest, warm water raining down her back.
I don’t even care that I’m getting sprayed in the face and my ass is freezing.
She readjusts her hold on me and starts lavishing kisses on my neck.
She discovered that weakness immediately and exploits it constantly, and I fucking love being exploited by her.
The water sluices down her hair, making it appear silvery.
I smile, realizing how much she’s let it grow since I’ve known her and am so proud that she’s taking back one more piece of herself from the worthless fucker who hurt her.
Her kisses start soft and then become firmer. She sucks my heated skin into her mouth, bites me, and soothes the pain with her tongue. She kisses the hidden spot behind my ear that always makes my knees buckle. My cock is already at half-mast, and I just fucked her not even ten minutes ago.
“Sugar, if you keep that up, I’m going to take you again right here in the shower.”
Between kisses, Isabelle purrs, “Don’t threaten me with a good time, cowboy.”
“I fucking love it when you call me that.”
I lift her to cradle my now hard dick in her slit and between her ass and slide back and forth. Our combined release is coating my cock as it drips out of her pussy. Jesus fuck. I’ve never gone bareback and knowing her cunt is full of my cum makes me feel like a king.
She wriggles, indicating that she’d like to be set down, so I oblige. She takes me by the shoulders and turns us to switch places, hot water gliding down my body.
She's looking into my eyes with her ice-cold blues and raking her fingernails down my pecs to my waist, and back up, causing my abs to twitch and bunch under her touch.
A few months ago, I’d have never let anyone touch my scarred flesh like this. But her touch is addictive. She isn’t disgusted by my damaged body, she worships every part of me equally, and I don’t think she'll ever understand how whole that makes me feel.
“You take such good care of me, cowboy. I’ve never felt so cherished in my life.”
“I’ll always take care of you, sugar. You're the most precious thing in the world to me.”
“I know.” She smiles up at me. “But I want to take care of you too. Who takes care of you when times get tough? I want to be that person for you.”
“You are, baby, you have no idea how much peace and happiness you’ve brought into my life.”
Her eyes darken and her tone turns seductive. “You always take such good care of me”—she takes my hand and cups it around her pussy—“and I want to take good care of you too.” Sex drips from her voice as she wraps one small hand around my aching dick, and the other cups my balls.
“Baby that feels so fucking good.” She slowly but firmly pumps my cock and rolls my balls in her hand. “You do take good care of me, you make me feel so good. You’re perfect.”
Releasing me, she takes my hand that's started fingering her without my knowledge and sucks my index finger into her mouth. She sucks on it hard and swirls her tongue around it, as she starts to gently bob her head up and down the digit.
I have a strong feeling I know what's about to happen. And fuck, I want it to happen. But I'll never pressure Isabelle to do anything. Her choice and autonomy are paramount.
My intuition is correct because she releases my finger with a pop and drags her fingernails from my shoulders, down my chest and abs, all the way down my quads as she sinks to the shower floor in front of me.
I open my mouth to tell her she doesn’t need to do that, but she shakes her head telling me I’d better not say a damn thing.
“I’ve never done this, and I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel.”
“Sugar, anything you do will please me, you light me up with the brush of a single finger. You sure as hell already know your way around my body—you make me come like a freight train every time. I promise I'll enjoy every second of your mouth on me.”
If her mouth is as good as her pussy, I’ll want it on me every minute of eternity.
She grips the base of my cock in her hand tightly and I groan with pleasure. She can’t continuously look up at me without getting a face full of shower spray, but I love looking at her heavy eyelids and pinched brow as she focuses on stroking me.
“Open that pretty mouth and give me the tongue I’ve been dreaming about.”
So good at following instructions, she opens her mouth as wide as she can and sticks her tongue out as far as it can go, patiently waiting.
“Put me in your mouth, baby. I need your mouth on me,” I plead.
She starts slow, sucking in just the tip. I whimper. Fucking whimper. I’ve died and gone to heaven. This angel is going to let me defile her virgin mouth.
She worships the head of my dick. Her mouth has incredible suction and she’s twisting her head, driving me like a steering wheel, to the point I have to pull her off because it’s oversensitive.
The mischievous little kitten slaps my hands away, reminding me who's in charge here. She dips the tip of her tongue into my slit to steal the pre-cum that's beaded there. I have to plant a hand against the tile wall because my fucking legs try to give out.
I rest my other hand on the top of her head reverently, not trying to take control, but because I need the connection to her. I need her to feel me and know that I'll take care of her, even when she's on her knees for me.
She bobs gingerly up and down my length, taking me down a bit more each time. She gags and pulls off me but sucks me right back into her mouth to try again. Her fingernails are digging into my thighs, holding me for dear life while she fucks me with her mouth.
She’s been so concerned with being inexperienced, but the goddess makes me come harder than I ever have before.
It doesn’t take long before I’m on the edge of bliss, because feeling her mouth wrapped around me is infinitely better than I ever imagined. She’s only about halfway down my length but it’s enough, because I’m about to lose control.
I warn her that I’m about to come and pull her off my pulsing cock to paint her chest. It’s a dark, guttural sensation—branding her, claiming her, marking her as mine.
I'm still drunk from the orgasm she just sucked out of me when she guides me by the hips to face the shower head, bathing me in glorious warmth. The water feels incredible on my sensitive dick until—“Ow! What the fuck?”
She bit my ass.
I lift my arm and look back at her beaming face.
With a devilish smile she says with complete lack of remorse, “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”
She can bite me anywhere she wants, and I’ll wear her marks with pride. She continues to surprise me. I have a feeling life will never be dull with Isabelle by my side.