43. Chapter 43
Chapter forty-three
Ireached for my phone one last time.
Isabella groaned before I even turned the screen toward her. “I already know which one that is.”
“Then you know why I saved it for last.”
Her chest was pressed to the white bedding, knees spread wide beneath her, back arched enough to offer the camera a perfect view of her bare ass and pussy. One hand pulled a cheek aside as though she’d deliberately decided the first three photographs hadn’t done enough damage.
That picture had nearly ended me in the SUV.
Isabella studied it for a moment, then looked at me with determined innocence. “I have a great ass?”
A laugh escaped me. “That you do. But that’s not what that picture says to me.”
“What does it say?”
I let her wait while I looked from the photograph to the woman sitting naked beside me.
“That ass is begging to be fucked.”
Her mouth parted, but the comeback never came.
She’d already felt my cock against her there once. I’d shown her what I wanted and stopped before taking it further because neither of us had been prepared for it.
Tonight, I was.
I put the phone down. “Last time I stopped because I wasn’t going to hurt you by rushing something we weren’t ready for. I’m not stopping there tonight.”
Her mouth fell open on a soundless O.
“Get on your knees for me, Mouse.”
She moved toward the center of the bed and turned away from me.
“Chest down and spread your knees.”
Isabella lowered herself over the sheets, her hair spilling around her shoulders as she widened her legs.
“That’s it, Mouse. Give me that pretty ass exactly the way I asked.”
I ran my palm from the middle of her back to her ass.
“You had to know what I was going to think when you sent me that photo.”
“I had some idea.”
“Some idea?”
Her mouth curved against the bedding. “I was hoping you’d be creative.”
“Careful what you ask for.”
I reached for the lube.
She heard the cap open and stiffened beneath my hand.
I poured a generous amount onto my fingers, then slid my hand between her cheeks and spread the cool slickness over her tight hole. She flinched when my fingertip pressed against the ring of muscle.
“Easy. You’re clenching before I’ve done anything.”
“That’s because I know what you’re about to do.”
“Aye, and getting all worked up about it before I start isn’t going to make it easier.”
I circled her slowly with the pad of my finger, letting her adjust to the pressure before easing the tip inside.
Her ass tightened immediately.
“Breathe, Mouse. Let me work you open.”
She exhaled against the sheets, and I kept the pressure steady rather than forcing my way past the resistance. When her body finally loosened enough to accept me, I pushed deeper.
Her hips shifted.
“That is a strange feeling.”
“It won’t be the strangest thing you feel before I’m finished.”
“That was not reassuring.”
“It wasn’t meant to be.”
The quiet laugh she gave me took some of the tension out of her, and I eased my finger in and out, stretching her a little more with each pass until her body stopped fighting the intrusion. Only then did I add more lube and begin stretching her with a second.
She sucked in a breath.
“Lachlan.”
“I know. Take your time.”
I moved carefully, watching the way her body responded instead of trying to hurry her toward what I wanted. The resistance eased by degrees until she began pushing subtly into my hand rather than away from it.
“That’s it. You’re opening beautifully for me.”
She made a low sound into the sheets that did nothing for my patience.
I withdrew my fingers and reached for the plug from the box.
Isabella glanced over her shoulder. “You’re actually using that?”
“That’s why I bought it.”
“I thought perhaps the box was decorative.”
“After tonight, you should know me better than that.”
I lubricated the plug thoroughly and pressed the narrow tip against her. She tensed again when I began easing it inside, but this time she knew how to breathe through the pressure. I took it slowly until the widest part passed through the tight ring of muscle and the plug settled into place.
Her eyes widened.
“Oh.”
I ran my palm over her ass. “Still questioning the beginner label?”
“I’m withholding judgment.”
“You do that.”
I kept the plug in while I slid my other hand between her thighs and found her still soaked from everything I’d denied her earlier. Her hips rocked the instant my fingers brushed her clit.
That interested me far more than her attempt at composure.
I kept the plug in while I touched her, letting the unfamiliar fullness become part of the arousal instead of the only thing she could concentrate on. By the time I slipped two fingers into her pussy and curled them, she was moving against my hand again.
“Please don’t start that stopping bullshit again.”
I laughed. “Such language from my future wife.”
“Lachlan.”
“I heard you.”
I brought her close enough that her breathing hitched and her thighs began trembling, then removed my hand before she could come.
Her head lifted. “You are unbelievable.”
“And you’re still not coming yet.”
I took hold of the base of the plug and removed it slowly. Her body resisted for a moment before releasing it, and the little gasp she gave me told me exactly how sensitive I’d made her.
Fresh lube went over her ass, then over my cock.
Her fingers curled into the sheets when I settled behind her.
I put one hand firmly around her hip and guided the head of my cock against the entrance I’d spent the last several minutes preparing.
“This is where I stopped last time.”
“I remember.”
“I don’t intend to stop there again.”
She took a slow breath.
I began pushing inside her.
The first resistance was tight enough to make every muscle in my body lock down. I forced myself to move slowly, letting the head stretch her before giving her another inch.
Isabella went rigid.
“Fuck, Lachlan. That hurts.”
I stopped immediately without pulling out.
“Aye. It’s going to sting at first.” I kept my hand firm on her hip. “That’s part of it, Mouse. Breathe and let yourself feel it for a second. If it turns into the wrong kind of pain, you tell me. Otherwise, trust me.”
She dragged in a breath and let it out slowly.
I stayed exactly where I was until the hard tension in her body began to ease.
“That’s it. Don’t fight the pressure.”
“It’s difficult not to when your cock feels twice its normal size.”
Despite the strain in her voice, I smiled. “My ego appreciates your suffering.”
“I’m glad one of us is having a good time.”
“You’ll catch up.”
I advanced another fraction.
Her ass tightened hard enough around me to make my jaw clench, but I held still again until she adjusted.
The sting wasn’t disappearing for her, and I didn’t expect it to.
I could hear it in every controlled breath she took and feel it in the way her body periodically tried to close around the intrusion.
I worked more lube around where we were joined and kept the pace slow.
“Color?”
“Green,” she said breathlessly. “But that doesn’t mean you get to look pleased about it.”
“I’ll work on hiding my disappointment.”
She made a sound suspiciously close to a laugh.
Then her hips shifted backward.
Only an inch, but she’d done it herself.
I tightened my hand on her hip. “Careful.”
“If you keep telling me to be careful, I’m going to start thinking you don’t want me to move.”
“I want you to move. I also want to last long enough to make you come.”
That silenced her.
She pushed back again, and I gave her more.
Slowly, inch by inch, until I was fully inside her.
Christ.
I had expected her to be tight. I hadn’t expected the sensation of being completely buried in her ass to come so close to wiping every coherent thought out of my head.
I flattened my palm over her lower back and made myself stay still.
Isabella breathed beneath me, stretched around my cock and adjusting to a fullness she’d never felt before. After a few seconds, she reached back and covered my hand where it rested on her hip.
“You all right?” I asked.
“I’m trying to decide.”
“Take your time.”
Her fingers tightened over mine as she gave an experimental roll of her hips.
The motion nearly destroyed what was left of my control.
She did it again.
“Isabella.”
“What?”
“You know exactly what.”
A smile crept into her voice. “Maybe I’m catching up.”
That was all I needed.
I drew back carefully and pushed into her again.
She gasped, but the sound had changed. The ache was still there; I could feel her tightening against the parts of the stroke that stretched her most. But when I pushed forward again, she rocked back to meet me.
I settled into a measured rhythm and let her learn it.
Before long, she was meeting me on every stroke.
I gripped her hips and began driving deeper.
Her moans grew louder.
“That’s what that picture was asking for, Mouse.”
She pushed back harder.
“You sent me photographs of this ass while you sat beside me in that SUV pretending you hadn’t done a fucking thing.”
“I wasn’t pretending.”
“No?” I drove into her again. “You spread yourself open for a camera, sent it straight to my phone, and then sat there looking innocent while I imagined my cock exactly where it is now.”
Her answer disappeared into a whine.
I gathered her hair at the nape and drew her head up from the sheets.
“Look at you taking me now.”
“God, Lachlan.”
“You knew exactly what kind of invitation you were putting on my phone.”
She rocked back against me. “Maybe I wanted you to accept it.”
“Then you should be very happy with the service.”
Her laugh broke apart when I thrust harder.
“That isn’t the word I’d use.”
“No? You sound pretty fucking happy to me.”
I released her hair when I needed my hand elsewhere and leaned over her back, keeping one hand on her hip while I slid the other beneath her.
My fingers found her pussy slick and swollen.
She jolted when I pushed two inside her.
“Oh, fuck.”
I curled them toward the front wall.
Her entire body bucked beneath me.
There.
I stroked the same spot again while continuing to fuck her ass.
“Lachlan, I can’t—”
“Aye, you can.”