Chapter 18
ISABELLA
His chest rises and falls rapidly, panting into the cold air that leaves a cloud of smoke around him while goosebumps surge over my skin. I’m freezing, excited, horny, and nearly out of my mind.
“You have no idea how much I’ve fantasized about you.”
His body is warm and naked, covering and protecting me from the chilly elements. His dark eyes drag up my skin to stare into mine, half his face lost in the shadows of the night. Yet the rasp in his voice and the way his hot breath caresses over the peaked crest of my nipple, I can imagine.
“These perfect breasts, fuck, I had visions of them, but nothing compares . . .”
The rest of his sentence gets lost against my skin, between my breasts cupped in my palms, with his face smashed in the hollow between. His hips pump slightly, grinding his impressively long cock into my thigh, sending shivering promises straight to my core.
His face moves, and his mouth intends to worship both of them. His tongue sends me into a fever with how perfectly he sucks, plucks, and nips at each nipple. I sit up, unclasp my bra, now worked around my ribcage, and shimmy out of it under his enthralled gaze.
“Lower.”
The word escapes with a puff of warm smoke, dissipating into the cold air above us. His dark eyes meet mine, filled with a hunger and desire that only fuels my own.
“Do you want me, Iz? Want me like I want you?”
“You know I do.”
He doesn’t waste any time, lowering his head further, leaving a trail of kisses down my stomach until he reaches his destination.
Strong fingers tug the edges of my panties over my hips and down my legs, revealing my wet pussy.
I hiss at the sudden blast of cold air, temporarily shivering before his warm, lean body returns.
“Tell me. I want to hear you say it. I need to hear you.”
His lips graze my pubic bone with gentle precision as his tongue slips lower. I arch my back, pushing myself closer to his mouth.
“I need you.”
As each second passes by, the anticipation of ecstasy sends chills up my spine, especially when he inserts his fingers and curls them upward.
That familiar tension overtakes my body and heightens my craving for fulfillment.
I long for him to take me to the pinnacle of pleasure and show me the world beyond conflict and control, to the abyss and abandonment.
“Fuck me. Make me yours already.”
He growls into my clit. His dark gaze locks onto mine while I grind my hips into his face. Pushing and pulling, sucking and receiving, all counterbalancing reactions leading to an explosion. I combust under his tongue and around his fingers, thrusting at a frantic pace.
“Diego!”
His mouth is warm and eager as waves of pleasure wash over me. My thighs clench around his ears, trapping him in place despite the angular jut of his shoulders into my muscles. I rock my mound against his mouth, grinding and dragging it back and forth while his tongue continues to drink me in.
The sleeping bags do little to protect against the hard bite of the truck bed, adding to the intensity of my orgasm. My grip slips from his hair, dampening with the cooler temperature and misty fog rolling in. The bright, dazzling stars I stare at are overtaken by a bit of cloud coverage.
“I thought you were beautiful before . . . but nah, watching you orgasm is far better.”
Soft lips brush against my inner thigh as my pussy pulses around his fingers. My pulse hammers in my head, my breath spilling out between us. Even though he just gave me a blissful orgasm, I’m ready for much more.
“Is that all, Teach? Some lesson.”
His head darts up from my clit, a parting flicker of his tongue before retracting it, a smirk overtaking his lips.
“Not by a long shot, Iz.”
His fingers slip from my slick pussy, which he raises to show me, proud of what he’s done. It’s charming in a silly sort of way until he’s on his knees, rubbing the wetness on each of my nipples and then ceremoniously licking it off. It’s hot, erotic, and gets me hornier just from the sight of it.
I angle around him, capturing his thick, long cock that curves back toward him.
A gasp falls from his lips. His hips jolt in surprise and then pump into my fist. Wetness coats the top of his head, and I am happy that I turn him on as much as he turns me on.
He groans, his mouth leaving my breasts a salvia-coated mess to fuck my fist faster.
“You like my cock? It’s all yours, Izzy.”
My hand latches around his neck, pulling him toward me while I continue to stroke him opposite his thrusting.
“Then prove it.”
I lift my leg toward my chest, edging him over a bit, and feel the last tug of my panties fall away when they slip past my foot. His cock is dangerously close to my pussy, nothing separating the head from stroking through the soft folds and causing us to both moan.
His body falters, collapsing onto one elbow to avoid crushing me and bringing him closer. When his forehead drops to mine, my eyes close, absorbing all our points of contact until my concentration narrows to two.
My pussy.
His cock.
Our breaths intertwine. Suddenly, I want to believe him. Want to believe that his cock is mine, he is mine, and that all this will work.
We’ll figure it out.
He said it. I didn’t believe it. Now I want to. My eyes flip open. I shift my head, forcing his to lift, yet nothing stops his thrusting over my folds and my whimpering with need.
“Do you . . . do you mean it?” I gasp, the words delayed when he changes pace, slowing down to drag the crown lazily through my lips and folds, driving me into a state of horny madness.
“Mean what?”
His fingers travel into my hair, toying with the fine strands at the edge of my temple with a tenderness that doesn’t match the moment. As if communicating things I’m not ready to feel.
“We’ll figure this out?”
Those dark irises search my face.
A small smile pulls a corner of his mouth and then descends slowly to connect with mine.
I’m left wondering and waiting. This kiss is different.
Slow and tender, unhurried despite the sudden rumbling of thunder overhead that causes us both to startle.
The moment is interrupted as we both look to the sky to see the fog thickening and a pending storm coming.
“Maybe we should—”
“Yes, Iz. This is figuring it out.”
His words cut off mine, desperately messing with the condom wrapper.
“Don’t. I want to feel you.”
I push it out of his hand, not wanting more barriers between us. Wanting to surrender to him, and the desire overwhelms me. His stare is blistering with renewed lust while his body tightens with restraint over mine.
“Kokami.”
His lips seal over mine, drowning any other words inside my throat as his tongue takes over.
With a smooth ease, his hand trails up my leg, sending chills over my skin until he stops at the back of my knee, holding it in place.
The stroking halts. His cock is suddenly at my entrance, warm and waiting.
My body concedes, inviting him in and throwing control and caution to the wind to chase that feeling only he and my bike can give.
Freedom.
He suddenly breaks the kiss. His fingers in my hair and hand on my leg remain still.
“I want to watch you take me. Feel what you feel at the same time.”
It’s romantic and intimate, eliminating the playful banter that got us to this point.
This is different. This feels far different from the fast fuck against his bike.
The softness in his expression when he holds his position, the smoothness of his tongue as it glides over his lips, and the fierce darkness in his eyes transfixed on mine.
It's slow and agonizing when he pushes in, filling and expanding me. A silent breath separates his lips, leaving his mouth agape, and a deep groan escapes. His eyes are blistering with heat and lust for me.
I adjust to the intrusion, the curve pushing across my G-spot and ripping a moan from my mouth. His cock is hard, warm, and filling, less contained by the condom that held him the last time.
“Izzy.”
The whispered words sweep over my skin with his breath, and suddenly, I understand their meaning. Not enough to be descriptive yet long enough to describe everything I’m feeling. When he hits the hilt, the end of my pussy, we breathe in unison.
“Diego.”
I don’t know what to say, except to clench my muscles around him, ensuring he doesn’t move. Not yet. Somehow, he understands, his jaw loosening to brush a kiss against my lips before retracting his head back.
His eyes never leave mine as he starts to move within me, his every thrust an acceptance of the trust and control I’ve handed over.
An understanding based on what he said and the story he told me, and comforting me with the fact that I can’t control everything.
But this, this I can. In this moment, I can surrender and slip into the landslide of him.
“Whatever this is . . .”
His head shakes, trying to make sense of something that doesn’t. Possibly trying to control the outcome as much as I am, then deciding to surrender with me.
My hands grasp his broad shoulders, feeling every muscle tense under my touch.
We are lost in this moment, lost in our own world.
Separate entities become one with every slow, sensual thrust, dragging almost out and pushing past every tight ring until he’s fully seated.
Over and over, the pace is disastrously slow and savory until we’re a force neither can seem to understand.
“You’re mine, Izzy.”
He collapses over my body. My legs thrust over his shoulders, stretching me to capacity and pushing in deeper than before.
It’s impossible for me to move, left at his mercy of this torturously slow fucking, lovemaking as his face buries into my neck.
The word “mine” imprints onto my skin as he repeats it several times.
My hands drift, dipping over his muscles until my fingertips discover a silky smooth patch of skin and travel the length of it.
He stiffens, waiting for my reaction.