Chapter 21
Isaac
I sit on the bed, watching Denise sleep. She must have been pretty tired after we had sex last night. Twice.
She hasn’t stirred since I got up and started getting ready for work. I tried not to wake her, though. The sight of her lying in my bed, her hair splayed across my pillow is too beautiful to disturb.
She’s still naked, the tops of her breasts visible above the edge of the sheet. I struggle to be a gentleman and not tug the sheet down to enjoy the view. Actually, I’m struggling not to get back in bed and wake her up by sliding into her.
I’ve wondered if my feelings for her would lessen or even disappear if we had sex. Well, the opposite happened. I want her more than ever, as often as possible. And not just sex. I want her to be mine completely.
It’s terrifying the way I feel about her. Sure, she proved last night she wants me, but will she regret what happened when she wakes up? Will she go back to focusing on how we’re off-limits to each other and resisting what we could have together?
Unable to resist touching her, I stroke her shoulder and arm, enjoying her soft skin under my fingers. I lean down and kiss her temple. She hums in her sleep.
I stand and head to work, but I’m not at my best. Memories from last night crowd my mind.
The fantastic view of Denise’s pussy when I took off her panties.
The way she tasted, her moans as I licked her, how fucking amazing she felt when I first pushed inside her.
Multiple times, I’m in jeopardy of getting a boner and being electrocuted.
At lunchtime, I check my phone and discover movement alerts from my interior cameras. I tap on the most recent video created a minute ago, and it opens to a clip of Denise taking out a jug of orange juice from the fridge.
She’s in a loose white dress instead of the sweater and jeans she wore yesterday. She must have gone down and got changed.
She’s still there.
I have a good work ethic most times. On rare occasions, I might show up late to a work order, but I stick to my commitments, rain or shine. Until today. I call in to the main office and rearrange my schedule, then I rush home as if I got notified my house is on fire.
When I’m home, I find Denise lounging in the couch, reading the Dean Koontz book that was on my bedside table. She sits up when she sees me, surprise on her face.
“You’re home early.”
“You’re still here,” I say.
She sets down the book on the coffee table and caresses the sofa cushion.
“It’s my day off and I couldn’t resist your sofa.” Her smile dims, her expression uncertain. “Does it bother you I stayed?”
“Of course not.” I sit beside her and take her hand. “I’m glad you’re here. Since you like the sofa so much, I might tie you to it so you’ll stay.”
“You’re obsessed with tying me to furniture.”
“Whatever it takes so you don’t leave.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Isaac,” she says, her voice soft and shy. “I want to be with you.”
Finally. The words I wanted to hear her say for a long time now. Joy washes over me, and I move without thinking. I slip my arms around her and pull her on top of me for a kiss.
She leans into it, one hand at my neck, the other in my hair. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close to me. Her warmth, her softness, and her sweet scent always driving me crazy.
I pull down her dress straps, revealing her bare upper half.
Maybe I’m biased but Denise has the best tits I’ve ever seen.
The right size for my hands, tipped with rose pink nipples already hard and begging for a suck.
I tilt her back and tug one into my mouth, her gasping moan sending my blood rushing south.
She grinds on me, the warmth between her thighs seeping through my pants. I cup her perfect ass and squeeze it. Fuck. I can’t wait to be inside her. The very first time I slid into her pussy was a divine experience. I swore I heard angels harmonizing as her tight, wet heat gripped my cock.
“Isaac…”
Denise shudders, caressing the back of my head, grinding on me with more urgency as I move my mouth back and forth between her breasts.
I’m so greedy for her. I want all of her at the same time.
I drag my lips from her breasts, pressing kisses over her chest and up her neck until I claim her mouth again.
She breaks our kiss and shimmies out of my lap.
She gets on her knees and rubs my erection over my pants, then unbuckles my belt and opens my pants. I groan in relief at the freedom when she pulls me out, loving her warm hand wrapped around me.
My cock pulses at the hungry look in her eyes as she strokes me. The awe on her face the first time she held me in her hands had been a huge ego boost, and it turns me on that she wants me as much as I want her.
When she leans forward and takes me into her warm mouth, I tense and let out a grunt.
“Oh fuck…”
Denise’s pretty lips wrapped around my cock is a filthy, sexy sight. An image permanently stored in my memory bank, to be recalled during those moments alone with my hand. She hums as she sucks me deeper, the sound vibrating around me. I tilt my head back and groan, my hand in her hair.
She sets up the perfect rhythm of sucking and stroking me. Her tongue is sweet, swirling torment on the head of my cock. My grip in her hair tightens, my stomach and legs flexing every time her hot wet mouth descends as far as it can go, and my cockhead grazes the back of her throat.
Denise’s eager slurping on my cock is obscene and hot as hell, the need to come rapidly building. Oh fuck. Oh… fuck. Should I keep fighting to hold back the tide, or come in her mouth now, then eat her pussy so I can get hard again?
She makes the choice for me, slipping her mouth off me and rising to her feet.
I take deep breaths, recovering from the sudden loss of stimulation.
But I’m excited when she reaches under her dress and peels down her panties.
I stare at the tiny black material dangling from her fingers with interest.
“I saw what you did last night,” she says, her eyes narrowed. “Don’t even think about stealing these too. They’re my favourite pair.”
I smile. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Denise tosses her panties onto the sofa, and climbs onto my lap again. She’s still wearing her dress, her naked upper half on display. Her nipples poke out through the gaps in her hair draped over her breasts.
She grasps my cock and strokes it, then eases her warm, wet pussy onto my tip. She does little bounces, and rolls her hips to get me deeper. We’re both shaking and groaning as she bears down, taking me all the way inside her.
“Ohhh… yesss…”
Her drawn out moan ends on a contented sigh.
“Is this what you wanted all along? Your pussy filled up with my cock? Even though it’s wrong?”
A pretty blush spreads across Denise’s face, but her pussy tightens around me. I love dropping teasing reminders of our history because I know she gets off on it. I do too. She’s forbidden to me, and yet I still get to have her.
She clings to my shoulders, gasping as she moves on me.
Jesus fucking Christ. Her pussy is the fiercest, hottest hug of my life, a relentless squeeze that keeps moving up and down my cock.
She rises and sinks on me in a slow, torturous slide.
My head is spinning, my hands trembling as I hold her waist, trying not grip too hard.
I shift our position, lying back on the sofa so we have more range to move.
Her knees pressed into the cushions on either side of me, she moves faster.
Years ago, I once carried her on my back on a hiking trip when she got too tired.
Now here she is, her eyes squeezed shut, her lips parted on moans, her tits jiggling and bouncing as she rides me in a much naughtier way.
Last night was better than I could have ever imagined, but this moment is just as amazing. I sweep my hands over her hips and along her waist, cup her breasts and caress her shoulders. I’m never going to tire of looking at her or touching her body.
I cup her ass and help her bounce on me while I thrust up into her. She moans, her fingers curling into my shirt, her body growing tense. When she comes, she arches her back and cries out, her pussy a merciless vise on my cock.
“Oh god… yes… yes… ohhh…”
After years of celibacy, my willpower got tested like crazy last night. Her sexy moans and her spasms around me now is a whole new battle.
“Fuck… you’ll take me with you…”
She bends and kisses me. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close as I return her kiss. She rocks on me, back to that slow up and down motion that makes me shudder. Then I sit up and lay her on the sofa, moving down her body.
My mouth is on her pussy the second I spread her legs, her addicting scent and taste flooding my senses. At some point, Denise will learn how much I fucking love having her in my mouth. Probably at an awkward time. Like she’d wake up and catch me with my face between her legs.
“Every day, baby,” I groan against her.
“Every day, what?” she pants out.
“I’m going to eat this sweet pussy every day. No matter what.”
I move my head back and forth, lapping up her wetness and sucking on her plump lips noisily. Denise squirms, panting and gasping, lifting her hips for more. I slide my tongue over her clit, then tug between my lips, her little fleshy button pulsing in my mouth.
“Oh…” she moans when I push two of my fingers into her pussy. Her heat and tightness wrapped around my fingers, and the dirty wet sounds as I fuck them into her makes my cock so stiff it hurts.
Desperate to be inside her again, I pull away and stand, removing my pants. She leaves her legs wide open, her pink, glistening pussy an invitation, and I fall over myself to accept.
I’m on top of her, guiding my tip to her entrance.
Watching my cock slide into her drives up my lust. As soon as I’m a few inches inside, I put all my weight into shoving deep inside her.
Something primal activates in my brain at her choked gasp and arched back, a dark part of me loving that I overwhelm her.
“God… Isaac… are you trying to break me with that thing?” she groans.
I smirk. “It’s payback since your tight little hole never has mercy on me.”
She’s so beautiful with her hair splayed across the sofa cushion, her face flushed from pleasure as I thrust into her.
After craving her for so long and believing I would never have her, I’m in awe that this perfect moment is real.
That she’s mine. And even as I’m having her, I want more.
If she only knew how much I’m obsessed with her, it would scare her. It scares me.
Denise clings to me, her thighs shaking. She’s close and I am too, that sweet pressure building. Last night, I told myself not to come inside her. Then I did it anyway because putting my baby inside her was too tantalizing to resist.
She said nothing about it, not even after the second time we had sex. So when I’m past the point of no return, I stay deep inside her, my cock throbbing as I pump my cum into her.
“Oh fuck… it feels so good coming inside you…”
My naughty girl clearly loves it when I come inside her too. She moans my name, trembling hard, her pussy squeezing and milking my cock so fiercely, I’m almost pushed out of her. I press forward and moan, her spasms prolonging the intense sensations from my release.
It’s only when I’m soft, and being inside her is too overstimulating that I pull out. I settle on top of her, careful not to crush her under my weight. She holds me close and I press my face into her neck and breathe her in.
I won the best prize ever.