Chapter 20 #2
Isaac covers my mouth with his again, sliding his tongue between my lips to deepen our kiss.
He knows me better than I know myself. My backbone is nothing but wet paper and broken resolutions.
It’s embarrassing how quickly I always give in to him.
My eyes closed, I stop pushing against his shoulders and curl my fingers into his shirt.
He slips a hand between us, undoing my jeans. When he breaks the kiss and moves down my body, it’s the perfect opportunity to escape, but I don’t even try. I remain in place, panting and trembling as Isaac peels my jeans down my thighs.
Once they’re off and he casts them aside, Isaac looks down at me, kneeling between my thighs. There’s a bulge in his pants, awe and raw desire in his eyes as he strokes my leg. It’s like that first time he saw me naked. I feel shy that he’s seeing me like this, delighted he enjoys the view.
He bends, kissing my knees before he spreads my legs wider.
He moves his head back and forth, dropping soft kisses along the insides of my thighs.
The soft coarseness of his stubble and the warm press of his lips to my skin increases the tension in my body as he moves higher and higher, his target obvious.
I stare up at the ceiling, my eyes wide. Is this really happening? Is Isaac about to do that to me? The answer is yes when Isaac kisses me over my panties. I moan and lift my hips, shamelessly offering myself to him.
Isaac hooks his hands over my legs, holding me spread for him as he mashes his nose and mouth into me. He’s trembling too, as overwhelmed about this moment as me, and this turns me on even more.
“I might come just from the smell of your pussy before I even taste it,” he groans.
If I wasn’t wet before, there’s an ocean in my panties now. He peels them off and shoves them in his pocket, then lies on his stomach.
His face between my thighs, Isaac gets his first up close look at my naked pussy. Self-consciousness makes me tense until he presses his mouth flush against me, his naughtiest kiss yet. I gasp and jerk at the intimate contact.
He opens his mouth, his warm breath teasing me, his tongue sliding over me in a slow lick. I arch my back. Oh god, that feels good. Isaac hasn’t even started yet, but I already know he’s going to outperform my past mediocre experiences with Matt. He always proves he’s better than my ex.
“Mm… you taste fucking incredible.”
He presses down on the insides of my thighs so he has more room to lick, more places to suck. His tongue finds my clit, licking and flicking it. He sucks it firmly and the surge of pleasure makes me clench. I buck and cry out.
“Oh…”
I cup the back of his head, encouraging him to continue instead of pushing him away like I should.
What we’re doing is extremely inappropriate, and that awareness amplifies my pleasure.
I’m panting, my thighs shaking, my whimpers and gasps mixed in with the crude, wet sounds of Isaac’s lips and tongue on my pussy.
He eases a finger into me. I’m so wet, it slips right in. His thick finger sliding deeper makes me tremble, more so when he squeezes another one into me. I clench around Isaac’s two large fingers filling and stretching me, rocking my hips as he thrusts them into me.
“You said this is wrong, yet you’re so greedy for my fingers inside you.”
Warmth spreads from my ears to my cheeks, shame and arousal twisting together at Isaac’s words. This filthy side of him always takes me by surprise. The wrongness must be a huge turn-on for him too.
Isaac resumes lapping and swirling his tongue around my clit as he pumps his fingers into my body.
Like he did last week, he knows exactly how to pleasure me, showing off his multitasking skills.
He caresses my thigh with his free hand, his fingers buried inside me, rubbing a sensitive spot that makes me shudder, his persistent sucking and licking heightening my stimulation.
Both of my hands are in his hair now, gripping the short strands. My sense of modesty and shame abandoned, my legs are spread as wide as my joints allow. I open my eyes and look down at Isaac, at his handsome, familiar face between my thighs.
This is the man who used to play board games with me, and who once took me on a camping trip and taught me how to make a fire without matches. And now here he is, his lips pressed to my pussy, his fingers pumping in and out of me.
He holds my gaze, his eyes dark, the filthy, hot sight of him licking me triggering my orgasm.
I’m still wearing my loose sweater and it’s making me extra warm along with the sweet pulsing heat between my legs.
I toss my head to the side, my body taut, my back curving from the bed as I come hard on Isaac’s mouth and fingers.
“Oh… god… ohhh… Isaac…”
Isaac continues licking me as I squeeze around his fingers.
He doesn’t stop, even when my spasms fade.
He pulls his fingers out of me, and I squirm and moan as he prolongs my fading climax by making out with my pussy.
He swirls his tongue all over, sticking it inside me, sucking on my lips and my clit like he can’t get enough of me.
I go slack from satisfaction. He kisses the insides of my thighs before pulling away, then slides off the bed. I close my legs, my wetness coating the insides of my thighs.
“I’m going to fuck you when I get back on that bed, Denise. If you don’t want that to happen, this is your chance to run away.”
His promise terrifies and excites me. I should heed his warning, but I can’t move. Anticipation holds me captive on the bed as Isaac removes his clothes, and I stare when he’s naked.
Holy hell. Feeling his hard muscles under his shirt is nice, but what a treat to see them bare. I want to run my hands over his broad shoulders, squeeze his arms to test their firmness, and trace those grooves in his torso.
My gaze drops to that very prominent area between his legs.
I’ve seen it before. Touched it and had it in my mouth, even.
But damn if I’m not intimidated all over again.
When he climbs onto the bed, it sways with his movements, and I’m too mesmerized to notice my opportunity to flee is gone for good.
As soon as Isaac crawls on top of me, he hooks his fingers under the hem of my sweater and lifts it. I’m shaking as I raise my arms and let him tug the soft material from my body. He chucks it aside and removes my tank top.
We’re both naked on his bed. Isaac and I are going to have sex. No inner moral voice orders me to stop that from happening. Maybe it’s too quiet for me to hear, or maybe Isaac’s hungry kiss mutes it before it even speaks.
Isaac sweeps his hands all over me, squeezing my hips and waist possessively, his warm touch making my insides quiver with excitement. He drags his lips to my jaw as he fondles one of my breasts, pinching my nipple. I whimper and arch into his hand.
“I’ll never forget that moment you let your towel fall and you showed me your perfect body,” he says, his lips moving against my skin. “This is what you do to me every time I think about it.”
He takes my hand and guides it between us, placing it on him.
I tighten my hold and stroke him. He’s so thick and warm and hard, pulsing against my palm.
It’s like I’m holding on to living stone.
To virility and power wrapped in flesh. He shudders when I circle my thumb over the tip to smear the slickness around.
His sexy groan when I squeeze him strengthens the ache between my legs.
Isaac gently pulls my hand away so he can take hold of himself.
He guides his tip to my pussy, sliding it up and down between my slick lips.
I cling to his shoulders and lift my hips, so desperate for him to push inside me, I don’t care anymore that we shouldn’t be doing this. But he keeps teasing me.
“Isaac… come on…” I whine, wiggling my lower half.
He smirks. “Come on, what? I’m not a mind reader.”
My face is hot as I say the words.
“Fuck me.”
“Good girls say please.”
“Please fuck me, asshole.”
“One day, I’ll remember you said that. But I’ll pretend you said my instead of me.”
He cuts off my horrified gasp when he presses into me. He grips my hip with one hand, his fingers dimpling my skin, our heavy breathing mixing as he pushes deeper.
Even though I’m soaking wet, he’s way bigger than I’m accustomed to.
He even looks too big as he enters me. I’m shaking, my fingers digging into his shoulders, my body straining to accept him.
He groans and swears under his breath, retreating and rocking forward a couple times before he fits it all inside me.
“Oh my fucking god…” he gasps, breathless. “You feel amazing…”
And I have to agree. Isaac’s cock buried inside me is the most incredible thing I’ve ever experienced. The stretch is overwhelming and satisfying, and when he moves, I’m overloaded with sensation as his thickness strokes all the sensitive spots inside me.
Isaac presses his face into my neck as he fucks me. He goes slow and gentle as if he’s afraid of hurting me, and his easy pace lets me grow accustomed to his size. His thrusts pick up speed and intensity the more I moan and writhe under him.
He pumps his hips harder and faster, and I whimper in pleasure every time he fills me deep. The point where we’re joined is the dirtiest thing I’ve ever seen. When he retreats, my wetness is visible on his length before he sinks into me again, spreading me with his thick flesh.
This is better than all my fantasies. What a huge waste of time fighting against it and being blind to the possibility. While I was casting my pearls to that swine named Matt, I could have been giving them up to Isaac instead.
“Oh… oh… god…” I pant as that sweet, familiar tension builds in my body.
And then it snaps and I’m gasping Isaac’s name as I come on his cock. This might be the hardest and sweetest he’s ever made me climax. He’s so deliciously thick inside me that my convulsions are more pronounced and intense. As the pulsing sensation fades, he quickly pulls out of me.
“Fuck…” he hisses, shuddering and breathing hard. “Almost didn’t make it. Been a long time for me, and you’re so goddamn tight.”
He crawls down my body and shoves his face between my legs to taste me again. I shudder and roll my hips, my pussy still tingling under his eager licking. Then he moves up my body and captures my breast in his mouth.
I whimper and cup his head to my chest, squirming beneath him as he sucks and swirls his tongue over my nipple. He palms my other breast, flicking his thumb back and forth over the hard point.
Isaac groans when I lift my hips and silently beg him to fuck me again by sliding my pussy along his cock. He slips a hand between us and pushes his fingers into me, fucking them into me as he bobs his head between my breasts. His fingers feel good, but they’re not enough. Not right now.
“I need you inside me,” I beg.
It’s hard to believe I just said those words to Isaac, but I meant them, and I’m not even ashamed.
“Anything for you,” he says.
He pulls his fingers out of me and replaces them with his cock. This time, he slides deep in one smooth movement, swallowing my moan with a kiss.
A perfect fit. That’s what he feels like as he thrusts into me again. What he’s always been outside of this bedroom. A man who’s always loved, protected, and supported me. One I shouldn’t have, but I want him anyway. I always did, but never let myself admit it.
“Being inside you is heaven and hell,” he groans, his thrusts slow and measured. “I don’t want to hurt you, but I can’t hold back anymore.”
Isaac grips my hips, holding me in place as he fucks me harder, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the room.
At the start, Isaac showed my pussy such sweet devotion with his mouth, but now he’s getting his fill of it, using it for his pleasure, his hungry gaze trained on my breasts as he pounds me into his bed.
And I love this rougher side of our fucking. It’s more overwhelming to take his big dick when he puts more weight behind each thrust, but it’s breathtaking in the best way to take a good beating.
His breathing becomes laboured, his body shaking.
As he swells inside me, startling awareness hits.
Oh shit! I forgot something crucial in the heat of the moment.
My birth control pills ran out just before Matt moved out and it slipped my mind to get a refill.
After all, it had been a while since I slept with him.
I’m fertile. Isaac is inside me with no condom on, and he’s seconds away from coming. Oh god. Is he going to pull out? Should I tell him to do it? The words won’t come. I’m gripped by insane, perverse curiosity about what it would feel like to let him breed me.
Isaac stabs into me with harder, desperate thrusts before his body goes taut.
“Oh… fuck… fuck…”
He shudders and grunts, jerking his hips as his cock pulses inside me. No, Isaac does not pull out. Instead, he presses deeper as if to ensure not a drop of his cum escapes my body.
Despite my shock, the throbbing sensation as he comes inside me feels so good. My pussy tightens around him, both of us groaning.
Isaac pulls out of me, leaving me sticky between my thighs. His absence makes me feel empty, and even though my pussy feels well-fucked, a greedy part of me still craves more. I don’t want this moment to be over.
He flops onto the bed beside me, holding me close as he strokes my waist and hip.
“Did I make it up to you, or are you still mad at me?” he asks.
“I’m so blinded by rage, I’ll need more orgasms before I can see again.”
He laughs, then presses me into the bed with a deep kiss.