Chapter 22 #2
“Look at me,” Izzy whispers.
I turn slowly. She’s got tears in her eyes, but they don’t slide down her cheeks. They cling to her lashes like little crystals.
“You choose what kind of man you are,” she whispers. “Not your father, you. You’ve built a company that does so much good for the world. You give people a chance.”
“I pushed you away for him,” I tell her, squeezing her hips, holding her too tight, probably, but she doesn’t complain. “I didn’t want to let you go. I had to. Because of his moral code. But the truth is, Songbird, I can’t hate you for what you did. The truth is, I…”
Love you for it.
“I’m proud of you,” I go on. “You’re loyal. You’re beautiful, inside and out. You’re perfect, Songbird.”
She throws her arms around me and presses against me for a kiss. I wrap my arms around her tightly and squeeze her against me. She moans, muffled by our kiss, and the sound shoots a hot stream of desire right to my cock.
She feels me growing hard for her, grinding her body up and down. She moans insistently, then leans back, looking at me with flushed cheeks, a dangerous, excited glimmer in her eyes.
“You feel so good,” she whispers. “I’ve missed this.”
“I’ve missed you so badly,” I tell her, trailing my hands up and down her sides.
“Oh yeah?” She says, sassy, confident, her. “What have you missed about me?”
Her tone cuts through the pathos of the situation.
I smirk and lift her off her feet. She giggles as I walk to the couch, then sits down so she’s straddling my lap.
She’s wearing thin PJ pants, a strappy top that looks like it could blow away in the wind, and her hair is tied up in that partially tamed messiness that drives me feral.
“Your heat,” I groan, shifting against her. “Your thickness. That flush you get in your cheeks, like you’re shy and turned-on and confident at the same time. And your moans, Songbird, which sound like music.”
She gifts me with some of those moans when I start kissing her neck. I grind against her, letting her feel my thick steel trying to explode out of my pants. She gasps and drags her fingernails down the back of my neck, clinging on firmly.
The passion is so much hotter because of the time we spent apart. And the pleasure feels like heaven when the pain has been so hellish.
She tears at my shirt, popping buttons, moaning, and slipping her hand down between our bodies. Fuck, she’s eager. She needs this as badly as I do.
I lift her up again. She wraps her legs around me automatically. Carrying her into the bedroom, I lay her down, then grab the top of her pants and underwear. She bites her lip, nodding at me, needy for it. Her legs twitch in anticipation.
I pull her pants and underwear down slowly, savoring the slow reveal of her creamy legs, her silky skin almost making me come in my pants. I take a breath, closing my eyes for a moment, when I feel the rush of come shooting begging for release.
Soon, she’s naked on her lower half. Her legs fall open, her pink pussy already wet for me. A film of wetness clings to her, popping as her legs fall the rest of the way open.
“You asked what I missed?” I growl, kneeling and kissing up her leg. “I missed how hot and wet you get. I missed the scent of your pussy, Songbird, the fucking need I can smell it in. And your taste…”
I bury my face in her heat, opening my mouth wide, upper lip pushed against her clit while my lower lip and tongue greedily lap at her. She squeezes handfuls of the sheets.
I move my hand to her clit, rubbing gently at first, then faster. I make my tongue hard so that I can fuck her with it. Her gasps take on a new quality when I shift my mouth back and forth, making her sing as her sleeve pulses around my tongue.
Her taste engulfs me, filling me up. Reaching down, I stroke my aching length over the top of my pants.
“Nah-no,” she whimpers. “That’s for me.”
“Fucking hell, Izzy.”
“You like it when I’m like this?”
“I like you when you’re like anything,” I groan.
I slide my hands around to her ass, greedily squeezing and massaging. Then I lose control on her pussy. Almost a week apart has me starving. I haven’t touched myself once, and now everything in me is burning, aching, starving.
I fuck her tight heat with my tongue, then suck on her clit like I own it. She twists and turns against me, giving me new angles to feel her perfect, round ass. I love how much there is of her, always more womanly curves to indulge in.
She traps my head between her thick thighs when she’s close to the edge. From the way she’s racing toward an explosion, I know she hasn’t touched herself either. I know she’s been waiting as impatiently as I have.
I drink her juices like it’s my goddamn life force when she creams into my mouth and over my tongue. I spread them all over her sex, licking her clit and her lips and fucking her hole again. She lets her thighs fall away, gasping.
I move up her body and grab her shirt, pulling it up. I love the way she raises her arms immediately to help me, another sign she’s been aching for this as hungrily as I have.
When her beautiful, bountiful breasts spill free, I push them together and alternate between sucking her nipples. She runs her fingers through my hair, whimpering like she’s going to have another orgasm from me sucking her needy nipples alone.
I lean back, grabbing my belt and pulling it loose with one hand. She reaches between our bodies and helps me, fumbling with my button, giggling when she finally gets it. I look into her face, the pure elation in her eyes.
Outside, the world is going crazy. But in here, it’s just us, just our song.
“What are you thinking?” She murmurs, slipping her hand into my pants and wrapping her warm fingers around my shaft.
“That this… is our… song.”
That gets another moan out of her. I wriggle out of my pants and underwear just enough for my cock to spring free.
She guides my tip to her entrance, looking up at me with an expression I wish I could save for the rest of my life.
Lust and affection and forgiveness and apology and understanding all in one.
I push all the way inside her in one fluid thrust.
Fuck.
The way her hot tunnel grips me…
I hold myself inside her, then lean down to kiss her. I stop when I realize that’ll mean she’s tasting herself.
She reads this without me needing to say anything, reads me like a text, then says, “I really don’t care.” She kisses me passionately, pressing onto my face with both of her hands, as I slowly slide out and then push back in.
Her pussy clings to me tightly, pulsing every time I slide out like she’s trying to pull me back in. We can’t stop kissing each other, passion burning red hot between us. Our tongues fan the flames of the connection.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan.
“It’s okay,” she whimpers.
I lean back, staring down in awe at her.
Her flushed cheeks and her tits red from my hands and mouth.
The sexiest sight is my cock disappearing into her tight, soaked slit.
Her juices have spread all over my shaft, and there’s a thick blob of white cream, like her body is giving me everything it possibly can.
“You—know—the—rules,” I snarl, as come gathers in my balls.
This is what I get for almost a week of keeping it all inside.
She drags her fingernails down my chest, pouting as she shakes her head. “Baby, I already came.”
“I don’t give a fuck,” I snarl, pounding into her harder, making her body sway with the reverberations.
She bounces up and down, her hands going to her breasts. A confident expression shapes her face as she sinks her hands into her curves, knowing how crazy it makes me. My head is spinning, my thoughts cloudy, as I struggle not to empty myself inside her.
“Come,” I growl. “Come, come, come.”
With each come, I thrust her harder, making her pussy sing wetly for me.
“Fucking cuh…”
I can’t finish. I let out a roar as my back bows, and I push even more possessively inside of her. Wave after wave of come explodes out of me. It’s like an ocean is erupting. Long seconds pass, but they feel like minutes.
Izzy’s moans grow more urgent, and her pussy pulsates around my dick. Her orgasm begins just as my cock is beginning to wilt. I reach between our bodies and rub her clit, fast and hard, as she gasps and throws her head back, owning this moment, biting on the sheets.
After, I slide out and lie next to her, pulling her into my embrace. She kisses my chest and smiles up at me.
“You’re amazing,” she murmurs. “No one’s ever made me feel like that before.”
I smirk, kissing her sweaty forehead. “Don’t worry, beautiful. I’m a big boy. I know there are certain things women feel like they need to say after sex.”
“No more lies, Dom,” she says, suddenly seriously. “If I tell you something, I mean it. It’s the truth. Okay?”
“Okay,” I say softly, kissing her again. “I was only kidding. After all that we’ve been through lately, it makes a change… you know, being in a good mood.”
I’m delirious, smiling like a loon, as if I hadn’t just learned my father was a liar and my world no longer makes sense. But that’s not correct. Here and now, with my woman, it does make sense.
“I’m going to clean up,” she murmurs, standing naked and heading for the bathroom. She grabs her cell phone from where it landed on the floor, giving me a view of her ass and pussy from behind, slick with juices. My cock twinges as I start to grow hard again.
I grab some tissues from a box on the bedside table and clean myself up, then pull up my pants and check my phone. I’ve got one text… from my woman. Sent less than a minute ago.
Izzy: I thought it’d be easier like this.
That was incredible, and I love that you’re here.
If you’re going to forgive me, I’m ready to see where this leads.
I’ve wanted that ever since our first kiss.
But I have to go after Aaron. I won’t let him win.
He’s said so many sick things to me, used my grandma.
Plus, he DESERVES to be punished. And the worst part, Dom?
The thing that makes me hate him the most? He made me betray YOU.
I read her message with heavy emotion, then glance at the closed door. I want to rush in there and talk with her in person, but it’s clear she’s doing this for a reason.
Dominic: I can’t risk losing you after I only just got you back.
And there’s no IF I’m going to forgive you, Izzy.
I already have. If there’s one thing I’ve learned this week, it’s that nothing is ever as simple as it seems. I spent so many years living cold, living distantly, but I can’t regret any of it.
It all led me to you. I can’t even be angry at how we met, the lying, the betrayal. Without it, we never would’ve had this.
I’m sure I hear a sobbing sound from the bathroom. I stand and go to the door, knocking on it gently. She sniffles and says, “I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Open the door, Songbird.”
“I promised myself I’d cry less, especially in front of people,” she says between sniffles. “It’s manipulative.”
“Manipulation requires you wanting to manipulate me. Open the door.”
She opens the door, her eyes puffy and red. She’s wearing a bathrobe now. That’s a relief, because seeing her naked would break my resolve, even with the sadness written plainly on her face.
“I’m here,” I murmur, pulling her into a tight hug. “And I’m not going anywhere.”
“It’s just all… so much.” She clings to me tightly. “I was starting to convince myself, maybe, I could let this go. Grandma asked about us, and I said it was just a short fling, no big deal. But that was a lie. I know it hasn’t been long, but it feels like a big deal. Doesn’t it?”
She asks the last question with heartbreaking hope.
You can’t give yourself to this woman, my father warns in my mind. You can’t trust her. You can’t trust anybody.
I’m done listening to voices from beyond the grave.
“It does,” I tell her. “It’s the biggest deal. It’s everything.” I hug her close, kissing the top of her head. “I’m staying here tonight. Tomorrow, we’ll make a decision about Aaron. We’ll figure out the next step. But for now, we both need some rest.”
She sighs with relief and leans against my chest. “That sounds perfect.”
I stroke my hand through her hair. In the bathroom, I catch sight of us in the mirror above the sink. She looks small in my arms, fragile, even if I know she’s anything but.