Chapter 33 #2
With her eyes on me, she lowers back onto the bed, crawling up my body. When she hovers over my cock, there’s a devious glint in her eye before her tongue darts out, licking from root to tip and all along my barbells.
I shudder as pure bliss invades my senses.
She continues caressing me with her tongue.
I didn’t realise slow devotion could be such sweet torture.
I feel myself go cross-eyed as she sucks my crown into her mouth.
Her palms run up my legs and stomach, fingertips scratching against my skin as they move back down.
I’m gripping the sheets when she sucks on my tip again, trying not to blow my load before I’ve had a chance to get her off first, but it’s like she’s performing some form of sensual voodoo on me.
“Sit on my face.” I’m almost shouting at her, trying to lock down the composure that’s abandoned me.
Isabelle tilts her head, smiling around my dick, knowing I’m on the brink of release. I throw my head back against the pillow, whimpering as I try to think unsexy thoughts. My goddamn arsecheeks are clenched tight as I desperately fight off the tingles simmering in my spine.
“Please,” I beg, my chest heaving. “Please. You come first, baby.”
“Since you asked so nicely.”
She moves up my body, and the moment her mouth is in front of mine, I crush my lips against hers. “You’re a little vixen, you know that?” I bite at her skin before soothing it with my tongue. “Now, grab the headboard, and ride my fucking face.”
I hook my arms under her legs, guiding her up my chest until her pussy hovers over where I’m aching for her. With my hands braced on her hips, I pull her onto my mouth, sinking my tongue inside her.
I look up as she lets her head drop back, the sound of her deep moan echoing off the walls. She holds the bed frame as she rocks her hips back and forth, matching the rhythm of my tongue as I lap up her arousal.
I groan as she drips over my beard, hypnotised by the way she seems lost to her pleasure. It turns me feral, frenzied for the reward of her orgasm. I want her seeing stars. Forgetting her name. Shattering the fucking windows with her screams.
I pull her harder against my face, eating her with brutal adoration. Sucking her clit, biting her pussy, and fucking her with my tongue.
Just as I needed, her moans transform into breathless cries, her hips snapping quicker in their pursuit of the finish line.
I can feel as she clenches around me. I bring a hand up to her mouth, offering her my thumb. “Open, baby.”
She looks down at me, then to my thumb, and sucks it into her mouth, swirling around it. I bring it to her clit, drawing circles, as my tongue flicks inside her.
She chokes out a cry, and I quickly move my other hand further up her back, holding her weight as she gives into her release. I don’t stop, even as her orgasm floods my tongue and her legs shake where they’re wrapped around my head. I keep working until she’s breathless.
When Isabelle looks down at me, her cheeks are flushed, and her bright blue eyes are clouded with lust. She moves her legs over my arms, aligning her body over mine. With her hands on my jaw, she kisses me deeply, so profoundly that it wraps around my heart, making every beat for her.
My hands move down her sides, coasting over her arsecheeks, and dipping between her legs. I grab onto her thighs and pull them over my hips, settling her above my dick. Her hot, bare pussy slides against me, making me groan.
Her hips begin to move, and my hands roam over the globes of her arse, encouraging her. Isabelle glides easily up and down my cock, leaving a trail of her arousal.
We move lazily, pushing and pulling like it’s a dance we’ve done a thousand times. It’s a sense of comfort I want to last a lifetime. My dick begins to throb, insisting he be put out of his misery and granted the refuge of Isabelle’s body.
I tilt my hips up when she’s hovering over my tip, nudging her entrance. Her eyes fly to mine, and holding her breath, she slides down onto me. Her mouth drops as she takes in every barbell.
I gently push on her hips as I thrust up into her, holding myself in as deep as I can go. Her eyes drift closed with a sigh. I can’t stop looking at her as I ease in and out, feeling every bare inch as her walls flutter around me.
“Give me your eyes, Buttercup. Let me see the moment you come for me.”
She does as I ask, without losing her momentum. We crash against each other, breaths turning heavy, need turning rampant.
She pushes against the mattress, sitting tall above me, and starts to ride. Lifting onto her knees, she slams back down, claiming another orgasm.
“That’s it, baby.”
My words spur her on, and she flicks her hips faster. With her hands braced on my ribs, right below where her name sits, Isabelle cries out, taking me with her.
I feel my body lock, fire spreading through my veins as my hands wrap around her wrists. Cum shoots harder than I’ve ever felt before, dizzying my head as I fill Isabelle with my release. She rocks over me, taking every last drop before she collapses onto my chest.
I close my eyes as my heart slows down, and my fingers trail through Isabelle’s long, soft curls and all the way down her back. With her weight settled over me, it’s the first time in nearly a week I feel at peace.
“I’m going to do everything in my power to protect you. Both of you.”
Isabelle crosses her arms over my chest, propping her chin on her forearms.
“I know.” She says the words so easily, but then doubt crosses her face. “Are you okay with all this? I know it’s unexpected.” She puffs out a chuckle. “It definitely caught me by surprise.”
My hand keeps rubbing up and down her back. “It’s unexpected, but in the best way.”
“Yeah?”
“I mean, we did kinda play fuck around and find out the night of the ball. I tried to be responsible, but my dick had other ideas.”
She buries her head against my chest as she laughs.
“When I realised earlier that I had skipped a period, I was trying to think how it could have happened. Then I remembered the night of the ball. How much I begged for you to keep going.” She grimaces, looking away.
“I think a few days after that was when I had the food poisoning too.”
With a finger under her chin, I guide her eyes back to mine. “We both wanted each other just as badly that night.”
“Can I ask you something?”
I kiss the top of her head. “Anything.”
“Why are you wearing my necklace?”
I think my heart just stopped. “Anything but that.”
Isabelle pinches my side, then props up on one arm, staring down at the pink stone resting against my chest.
“I thought I lost it in the accident,” she mutters.
“It fell off in the car,” I say, holding the stone in my fingers. “Hope you don’t mind that I borrowed it.”
When she looks at me, I feel a riot of emotions, so many that I can’t latch on to a single one. I just know they’re all good.
“Anything you want from me is yours, Grim.” I don’t deserve her, but like fuck am I giving her up. “You’re with me in this, right?”
“Without a doubt.”
She puts a fist on my chest, extending a pinky. I hook mine around hers, sealing our promise.
I am with her in this and anything else she needs me for. I’m with her until the end, if she’ll have me for that long.
Before Isabelle, I walked through life with eyes wide shut, ignoring the way my grief was stifling my ability to move forward.
I thought I was making up for my mistakes by protecting people, protecting myself from feeling loss and heartbreak again.
Instead, I was building walls, gatekeeping a heart that was stronger than I was willing to test again, until her.
She didn’t break down my walls. She chipped away, brick by brick, replacing them with love. Her love. That’s what keeps me strong. That’s what keeps me brave. Not fighting against loss, but letting love guide me through the trials.