30. Chapter 30
Seizing her, I pulled her naked body from the bathroom. I barely made it out of the room before I had her pushed against the wall. Lifting her, I pressed my erection into her core. She clung to my hips, gripping me with her thighs, locking me in place.
My hand delved into her thick, black hair. My mouth devoured hers. It was hard and rough. She moaned into my mouth as my tongue swept in and tangled with hers. The gentle tug of my hair in her hands had me feeling feral.
Pulling back, I moved my lips to her neck, sucking—marking her and not even giving a shit.
“Do you have any idea what you fucking do to me? It was a mistake,” I nibbled on her ear and trailed kisses down her neck, “thinking I could be in such an intimate space with you and not want you, desperately.”
A tiny moan escaped her cherry lips as my hand skimmed across her nipples. Aside from staring at them in utter fascination, I hadn’t touched them earlier. The surprise of finding her, in the position I had, robbed me of coherent thoughts.
“I want to touch you everywhere. To familiarize myself with your body…your taste. I want all of you. My tongue against your clit, drinking you in—”
“You…you like that?” She blurted out, her face flushed.
“Like what, princess?” I teased.
“You want to um…”
“Taste you?” I finished, humored by her question.
She nodded boldly. There was something entirely erotic about seeing this side of her, flushed, her body rubbing unconsciously against mine, shaking and needy despite coming twice for me already.
“I’ve never wanted anything more.”
She disentangled her arms. “Can you start here?” she asked, running her hands over the top of her breasts.
Her nipples pebbled beautifully, and I was mesmerized. Her chest rose and fell with each excited breath. A fleeting ‘what the fuck’ moment stopped me. We should set some boundaries and talk first. We shouldn’t be doing any of this.
But then she whispered, “Please, Lev.”
All warning signals were silenced by the breathy way she begged. I pulled away from the wall and walked us over to our bed. Positioning my back towards it, I slowly let her down, loving the way she clung to the connection.
I studied her in awe. “These are a fucking masterpiece.” My hands rested on her collarbones as I stared down at her ample breasts.
“Really?” she asked, somewhat confused. “I hate them,” she gulped.
“You shouldn’t. They’re everything.”
I traced the swell of them, then kneaded both.
“I wanted to get them reduced at one point,” she moaned.
“That would have been an even bigger mistake than me bringing you here. An epic travesty, by all accounts.”
Her nipples hardened under my palms. I dragged them over the pebbled peaks and placed a kiss on her shoulder. She answered by arching into me.
“Oh,” she whimpered.
My thumbs flicked over the hardened peaks, and she twitched in response. Soft, breathy moans rang out in the room as her breath quickened. I squeezed them firmly, weighing them. They fucking felt fantastic in my hands.
To my surprise, she didn’t hold back. “Kiss me.”
I smirked at her demanding little tone, and then grabbed her face and kissed her hard. Again, she pushed forward boldly, taking my lower lip and nibbling on it before pulling it with her teeth.
Then she pulled backed and snatched my hand, placing it on one of her breasts. With one hand caressing the nape of her neck, my other pinched her dusty pink nipples. Our lips tugged at each other, and I was completely in a trance. I could play with her all fucking night.
I leaned down and parted my lips. I let the tip of my tongue caress one nipple. I flattened my tongue and licked around her areolas one at a time, teasing her. Her hands rose and tangled in my hair. With her next moan, I took her entire nipple into my hungry mouth and sucked deep and firm.
Within seconds, her hands tightened, pulling me closer as if it wasn’t enough for her. Fuck, if I could have fit all of it in my mouth, I would have. Heaven, this was fucking heaven, and somehow I’d been ushered right through the pearly gates.
I switched to the other one, and she said, “I love when you do that. It feels good. Will it feel as good when you…”
She let the question trail off. She shifted against me, separating her legs, and I pushed my right leg between them as if we were getting ready to take to the dance floor in a sensual bachata.
Her arousal filled the air, and the sweet scent of her embedded itself into my memory. My cock pulsed, demanding to be released from the confines of my pants. I pressed against her inner thigh, trying to relieve the pressure. She ground against me as I lavished her nipples with attention.
I grabbed as much of her large breasts into my hands as I could and squeezed them together. Her nipples were so close, I teased them both with my tongue. She squealed loudly and her head fell back. She was panting and moaning my name in that quiet way she had.
Lost in the beauty of what she was offering, I failed to notice how hard she was shaking. I swirled my tongue across her nipples, loving the way they felt in my mouth. Her entire body weight fell on me, and we collapsed onto the bed.
She gripped my wrists and pushed them above my head. Her pussy ground against the front of my pants, wetting them as I continued to suck on her sensitive nipples.
“I love it. Don’t stop,” she begged.
There was nothing more beautiful than the sound of her in the midst of pleasure. I would never forget it. When I sucked her breast as far back into my mouth as I could, she doubled her efforts, writhing against me.
Soft lips fell against my neck, and then she sucked the skin into her mouth, and the motion had lust coursed through my veins. With a growl on my lips, I flipped her over, pinning her hands as she’d done mine.
“Are you trying to mark me, princess?” I rasped, my breath wafting over her lips as I stared down into her eyes.
Looking dazed and aroused, she flushed a scarlet color. She almost choked on her own breath as she inhaled sharply, the realization dawning. I wanted to ease the look of worry crossing her lovely features.
“Do it again,” I demanded. “Same spot.”
I turned my neck and lowered it to her lips, keeping her hands locked down. With an aggressiveness that surprised the hell out of me, she latched onto the skin and sucked deeply. It was unbearably erotic. I released my grip on her hands and moved them to her nipples.
“Harder,” I moaned.
When she applied more pressure, and her teeth broke skin, I damn near came. Fuck, she was more than I could have ever expected. I pinched her nipples equally hard, and she released my neck and yelped. I swallowed the sound, stealing it from her.
I had to grasp her hips in a vice-like grip to stop her from making me come by friction alone. I slid down her body as she widened her legs for me. I ran my nose down the inside of her thigh, savoring the scent of her. Nipping the skin had her jerking against my mouth. I gave off a soft chuckle.
“Now that I have your attention, do I have your permission?”
She nodded, wide eyed and eager.
“You’re not going to get off that easy. What do you want?” I asked, with my mouth pressed against the top of her pussy. I let the vibration travel through her.
Arching her back, she panted, “You, Lev. There.” She pushed her pussy into my mouth.
I pulled back. “Right here?” I purred, moving and then swirling my tongue around her inner thigh.
She groaned in displeasure. “Higher please, much higher.” With a tilt of her hips, she thrust up.
“You want my mouth here?” I once more nestled between her legs.
“Yes,” she demanded.
Her head fell back against the pillow, and her eyes were squeezed closed. I took a moment to take her in. With her smooth, freshly-waxed pussy dripping in front of me, swollen from our earlier play, I couldn’t do anything but stare. Damn, she was beautiful.
“Lev?”
I leaned down, inhaling deeply, feeling my back expand as I did it again. A loud moan escaped, and I shifted her legs until her calves were over my shoulders.
“I should probably tell you now. This is my favorite thing in the world. I’m going to enjoy eating your sweet pussy so much. And with the way your scent is enticing me, you can expect to have to drag my tongue from your depths to get me to stop.”
“Please,” she begged, utterly wrecked and breathless. “I want you so—”
A sudden ringtone pierced the air, shattering the moment like glass against a wall. The familiar sound echoed through the room, accompanied by the strong hum of a vibrating phone against a hard surface.
The sound cut through the heavy breathing with an unwelcome urgency. It was as if the universe, or well, Sebastian Caruso, had x-ray vision or a goddamn camera on us.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?”
The words ripped out of me before I could stop them. Isabella flinched. Regret flashed across her face. We stared at one another, suspended in the wreckage of the moment. Her pupils blown wide, and her kiss-swollen lips parted.
With a frustrated sigh, I lowered her legs, missing the heat of her instantly. With a sharp breath, I dragged myself off her and reached for the stupid phone. My jaw was clenched so tight that it ached.
Damn him and his sixth sense. With a controlled breath, I looked down at Isabella. She looked confused, like she was still deep in the moment.
“I have to take this. It’s your brother.”
That did it. Her expression snapped into awareness. “Oh my God,” she breathed, scrambling upright and covering herself with both hands. “What did we do?”
“No,” I growled, angry at the situation. “We aren’t doing that.”
Her eyes lifted to mine.
“I’m going to take this cock-blocker’s call,” I muttered, already swiping to answer, “and then we are going to talk.”
I hit accept and stepped away from the bed, putting distance between us. The asshole had the absolute worst fucking timing in all the world.
“Hey,” I answered.
Behind me, the duvet rustled. Isabella yanked it up over herself like we’d just been caught committing a felony. That alone pissed me off more than the call.
Sebastian’s voice boomed in my ear—already mid-lecture.
I walked toward the fireplace and flipped it on, needing something to do with my hands. They suddenly felt empty. The soft whoosh of ignition filled the room. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Bella scramble off the bed and dart for the dresser.
Her round ass jiggled as she grabbed leggings and a T-shirt with shaking hands. She bolted for the bathroom like she needed a physical barrier between us.
“Can you quit with this shit already?” I bit out, pacing. “I heard you the first time. Three weeks ago. And every day since.”
He didn’t stop talking.
“And what the fuck are you calling this late for?” I glanced at the clock. “It’s one in the morning your time. Are you drunk?”