Chapter 21 #2
I can’t wait any longer. I stand and rid myself of my underwear, my hard dick slapping my stomach once it’s free.
Isabelle stares at me as I move around the other side of the bed until I’m standing at her head.
Crouching down, I thread both my hands under her neck, laying a deep kiss to her lips before pulling her body further up the bed, letting her head hang off the edge, then I crawl over and down her body, licking and kissing as I go.
I draw her knees up so her feet are planted on the mattress, then hook my hands around her thighs and let my tongue lap, long and slow, along her glistening pussy.
She sighs and rocks her hips as I gently eat her. She’s no doubt sensitive from squirting before, so I keep my mouth and tongue soft and light.
“That’s so good,” she whimpers.
I move my hands to grip her hips, helping her ride my face as I worship her. Because there’s no other word for it. I worship her. And just as I think I couldn’t ache for her more, I feel a wet tongue curiously dance over one of my barbells.
I freeze and groan. My eyes roll to the back of my head from the sensation. Isabelle must take that as an invitation to keep going, daring her tongue to run along my length, hitting the three bottom barbells and all the way to my balls.
“Shit,” I say on a huff as my head falls to her hip.
Her tongue runs up and down, just as slow and sensual as I was working her pussy. Her body undulates beneath mine, and I look down, watching just as her tongue flicks over the head of my dick, causing me to shudder.
I slowly pump my hips as my fingers dip into her entrance, and I let my tongue join in.
The room fills with our tender moans, and my limbs tingle with how emotionally charged the act is. I can feel every touch so deeply. Heat engulfs my cheeks, my chest constricts, and my toes curl.
Our bodies crash against each other like waves, pleasure colliding as it builds to an intensity I’m not ready for.
I bury my face in her cunt, lapping up every quivering inch. Nipping at the sensitive flesh, sucking on her clit, and playing tag team on her entrance with my tongue and fingers.
She’s groaning over my cock, her tongue and mouth making a mess. I move my thumb to her clit, rubbing in circles, humming as she shakes beneath me.
“I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come!” she chants.
“Give it to me, Isabelle,” I say, increasing my speed. “I need it.”
She whimpers, and when her thighs squeeze my head, I just want to die here. This must be some kind of heaven.
Her pussy clenches around my fingers, and the room goes alarmingly quiet before Isabelle releases a cathartic cry. I ease her down, slowing my pace and kissing her hip and thighs before retreating up her body.
“Are you okay?”
She opens her eyes, and they’re glassy with unshed tears. My heart constricts with panic.
“Fuck, baby. Did I hurt you?”
She throws herself against me, rolling our bodies until she straddles me, then slams her lips to mine.
Her hands fly into my hair, clawing on the strands, making a groan rumble up my throat. My hands go to her hips, digging into the skin. Her bare pussy grinds over my dick, and holy fuck.
“Isabelle,” I say through gritted teeth as her mouth shifts to my neck and she glides harder against my cock, coating my length in her arousal. “We need a condom.” The feel of her without a barrier has me forgetting my own name. Fuck, it feels better than anything I’ve ever experienced.
“In my top drawer,” she groans, her head falling to my chest.
“Okay.” I’m nodding my head, but my body doesn’t make any effort to move. It feels too right with her hips gently rolling over me. “Hold on, I’ll get—” The words die as the tip of my cock just breaches her entrance.
I shiver, and she moans. My eyes go cross-eyed as I fight for control and get a damn condom on. But, this feels so right.
“Please. Fuck. Me,” Isabelle pleads.
“Fuck, I want to. I don’t want to stop.” I know I need to, but fuck, I feel lightheaded.
My hips flex instinctively. Holding myself in her warm, wet pussy, and it feels as though I was always meant to be here.
I mean, what’s the worst that can happen?
Yeah, I heard it. I’m totally thinking with my dick right now.
But it’s not like I can comprehend giving her up at this point.
I can’t even remember what it was like to not be inherently owned by her, and I don’t want to. It’s a losing battle to deny her.
My hips flex again. My heart seizes in my chest, then feels as though it stops completely when she whispers my name.
It feels like she is bringing me back to life.
Since the first day I laid eyes on her, that dead, useless organ in my chest thumped its first beat of hope, and she’s been building me back up ever since.
“Are you on birth control?” I grit, then wrap my arms around her and roll us so I’m on top.
Her blue eyes stare bewitchingly up at me. “Yeah, I’m on the pill, and I’m clean.” Her legs circle my lower back, and I thrust, slow and deep.
“Me too,” I say on a breath. “You’re sure? Tell me if you want to stop.”
She brings a hand to my cheek as she looks deep into my eyes. “Don’t stop.”
I ease into her, my piercings rubbing her inner walls, sending tingling heat through every limb. My head drops to her chest, her heart pounding in my ears.
My hips piston in and out, deep and hard, soaking in every second my bare skin touches hers. I cling to her, whimpering through the connection her body offers, serving my deliverance.
Isabelle groans, her body moving in sync with mine, chasing our high. I know I need to pull out soon. I can’t come inside her, even though the thought makes possession take root. The thought of filling her with my cum makes my spine tingle. Shit. I need to get her there first.
Unhooking her legs from my waist, I push against the mattress in a flash and guide her thighs up my torso, holding her ankles behind my neck.
I look down at her, studying her face as I drive into her hard and fast.
“One more for me, baby,” I say, licking my thumb before rubbing firm circles over her clit.
She reaches out to grip my wrist as my speed turns frantic.
I’m panting and moaning and clawing for breath as I fight to hold back my release.
“Please,” I beg.
“Oh, Gage!” She pinches her eyes shut for a moment before locking her blue eyes on mine and reaching her other hand out to me.
I take it in mine, using it as leverage to pull her harder on my dick.
“Ahh, yes! Yes!”
Jesus, fuck! I don’t know how much longer I have left in me to not detonate. My stomach is tense, my jaw locked.
I twist my head, sinking my teeth into her ankle where it rests on my shoulder. I feel as Isabelle clenches around me and cries out, and I don’t hesitate a moment longer. I pull out and jerk my cock, just in time to spill my release all over her stomach.
That was so much more than just fucking. I don’t have the brain cells to define it with logic. As I look at Isabelle, her glistening skin and blue eyes unfocused with fulfilled bliss, I can only feel it. We’re soulbound.