Chapter 21
Chapter twenty-one
My fingers tap against my leg as I wait for the door to open.
I had to wait nearly three goddamn hours until it was socially acceptable to leave Grams’s ball.
As soon as I saw Isabelle saying her goodbyes to my family, a sparkle in her eyes as she looked back over her shoulder as she left the room, I was out of there.
Thankfully, they’re all used to me making a quiet and swift exit from big events.
They probably didn’t notice the agitation emanating off my skin in waves.
I try knocking again, a little louder, both hands now bracketing the frame as my pulse beats in my ears. I hang my head as I pull in a deep breath, clawing back the chaotic demand for her.
“Well, hey there, handsome. You lost?”
My eyes fly up to find Isabelle’s, her golden hair still falling perfectly over her shoulder, the emerald gown she was wearing now replaced by a fluffy, pale yellow robe.
She’s so goddamn beautiful.
I rush forward and pull her face to mine, inhaling her scent as I kiss her. It’s deep and claiming. It feels like those moments where everything falls into place.
I feel her hands gently climb up my forearms and circle my wrists, where I cup her cheeks in my palms. My thumb caresses her soft, warm skin.
I walk us further into the apartment, my lips never leaving hers as I kick the door shut, then dip down to pick her up. She instantly wraps around my waist, her hands crossed behind my neck as she melts into the kiss.
I can’t remember the last time I kissed someone before Isabelle.
I could barely look a woman in the eye the times I would venture out to the club. I was there for release, not connection.
With Isabelle, I want to fuse myself to her. I can’t get enough. I want her every way I can get her. I want the fast passion, but I want the slow burn too.
“Where’s your bedroom?” I whisper between kisses.
“Behind me.”
I open one eye to look behind her. Dim lighting comes from an open door, so I make my way through the living area. I want to take in the room, all the things she surrounds herself with, but I’m too desperate for her right now.
There’s a bed in the centre with thick, white bedding that looks like clouds. I aim straight for it, spinning around to sit on the end with Isabelle straddling my lap. I run my hands up her back, one running through her hair, clutching the back of her head and holding her to me.
I tear my lips from hers, placing a kiss under her jaw, and further down the column of her throat until I reach her robe. I ease the fabric over her shoulder, kissing the path as her skin becomes bare to me. I pause when I realise there doesn’t appear to be any other clothes underneath.
“Isabelle.”
“Yeah.” She sighs.
“Are you naked under this?”
“I ju—I just got out of the shower.” Her words are breathy and full of want.
“You answered the door at night, not knowing who it was, with only a bathrobe covering this beautiful body?”
“I had a good hunch it was you.” Her legs squirm where they bracket my thighs, and her chest heaves.
I quickly stand, earning a delighted squeal from her and walk around the side of the bed. Dropping her on the mattress, I plant my hands beside her head, caging her in as I stare down.
I drop a kiss on her mouth before drawing back and loosening the tie at her waist.
Creamy skin as soft as silk. Perfectly rounded breasts with dusty pink nipples already forming into hardened peaks. My cock surges to life at the sight of her.
I bend to leave a kiss beside her belly button, on her hip, then the tiny butterfly tattoo she has inked nearby. Her body writhes as she fights to stay still.
Picking up one arm, I guide it out of the sleeve and then the other.
Isabelle keeps her eyes on me, watching my every move.
Slowly, I pull at the buttons of my shirt, then toss it on the floor.
I unbuckle my belt next and pop the button of my suit pants, leaving a trail of discarded clothes until I’m left in nothing but a pair of black briefs.
I crawl up her body, hovering above her until I reach her collarbone.
I drop a kiss against her skin, still warm and supple from her shower, then move down the valley of her breasts.
My tongue darts out, quickly flicking her nipple, and she gasps.
Her back arches when I suck it into my mouth.
I bring a hand up to massage her other breast, rubbing my thumb over her, and she moans.
My mouth moves down her torso, licking, kissing, sucking every inch of skin I can find.
By the time I make it to the apex of her thighs, her legs are quivering.
“Baby, we’ve barely started,” I tease, blowing on her cunt as she writhes beneath me.
With both hands, I hold onto her knees and pull her open, exposing her pink and glistening pussy to me.
“Fuck, Buttercup. You’ve got the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” I lick from her opening to her clit. “Mmm, and you taste so fucking good.”
“Gage.” She groans.
“I think we can do better than that,” I say, pushing her knees up higher, pinning her in place, and then I bury my face in her. My tongue laps up and down, demanding her arousal. I suck her clit into my mouth, then gently graze my teeth over her, making her cry out.
Her hips twist, thrusting against my face as her breathing turns loud and ragged. I hold one leg up, then throw the other one over my shoulder so my hand can reach her pussy.
My tongue flicks her clit as two fingers tease her entrance.
“Oh, Gage.”
“That’s better. But I want it louder, Isabelle.” I push my fingers inside, and fuck, she’s so wet. So warm and tight, welcoming me in.
I set a steady pace of fucking her with my fingers, rotating my wrist and holding it deep, while my tongue caresses her clit. Her leg that hangs over my back pushes into me as her thighs clench the side of my head.
“Oh my god, that feels so good.” The words end with a whimper, and I slowly increase the pace of my hand, then draw in her clit, flicking it with my tongue.
“Oh!” She gasps. “Yes!”
I can feel her pussy start to contract around my fingers, so I slow down my movements, then go back to gently kissing her clit.
Her leg relaxes around me. The second I feel her relax into the mattress, I tease a third finger at her entrance before pushing inside slowly.
I hook upwards, drawing in and out slowly, while my tongue moves fast. When I feel her thighs tense, my fingers thrust, quick and shallow.
“Oh, holy shit!” Isabelle screams and arches her back. “Oh! Gage!” I don’t let up as I feel her getting closer and closer. My dick is straining in my briefs. I so badly want to sink inside her, but if I can’t get her off at least twice first, then I don’t fucking deserve it.
Isabelle’s body gets stiff and tight, and I stop, pulling my fingers from her and moving my lips to kiss up her inner thighs.
“Gage,” she pleads.
I bring my hand back to her pussy, my fingers slide with ease through the wetness, and my tongue darts out. Little licks, teasing her clit as I play with her, bringing her need back up.
“I need more,” she begs, rolling her hips and chasing the relief she desperately craves.
“I know, baby.” I kiss all around her pretty cunt, worshipping her and working myself up with the way her moans grow longer. Louder.
I smack her pussy, and she jolts with a gasp before it turns into a relieved sigh.
I do it again, revelling in the way she squirms beneath me.
Three more swift taps, followed by the flat of my fingers rubbing down her centre, just briefly dipping into her opening.
I can see her pussy throb in response. I pull back to spit on her, then keep caressing up and down, before I sink two fingers inside of her and fuck her hard and fast.
Isabelle screams, but I don’t let up. Her legs tremble and fight the intensity, but I keep going, pumping and pumping into her with my fingers while my tongue pushes down on her clit.
“Oh! Ohhh! Gaaaage!” My name ends in a cry just as her release gushes all over my hand.
I keep thrusting my fingers up, hitting the rough patch of her G-spot, while Isabelle continues to squirt all over my hand, down my wrist, and drips onto the sheets.
I’m summoning strength not to finish right along with her at the mesmerising sight of her release.
Her pussy is squeezing my fingers so tight, clenching around them as her release keeps coating me. I slowly pull my fingers out once she comes down, then swat her sensitive pussy a few times, making her quiver with every tap.
I am not gonna last long. My desperation for her is rampant and unhinged, and my skin crawls with unease, so ready to come.
I run my hands over her thighs, my heart thrashing in my chest as I take in the slightly pink skin between them.
My stubble has marked her up like a claim of my possession.
I lay sweet kisses on them, soothing them before I move up her sweat-soaked skin until I reach her face.
Her cheeks are flushed, eyes squeezed shut, and eyebrows furrowed as she gasps for air.
“You doing okay, baby?” I ask softly.
Her eyes fly open, the deep blue almost gone with how blown out her pupils are.
“Kiss me,” she demands.
My hand grips the back of her neck, hauling her lips to mine.
The way she kisses me with unabashed hunger has my dick weeping for her.
I run my tongue along her lower lip, and she chases it with her own.
I can’t get enough of the way she kisses.
My heart punches against my chest, viciously seeking the solace this connection to her brings.