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“How long has it been since you’ve seen her?” Massimo inquired.
“It feels like forever,” Isotta admitted, her voice low and constrained.
“Do you know where she is? Can you call her?”
“No, and no,” she shook her head. “I would give anything just to see her, you know? To make sure she has everything she needs and that she’s doing okay.”
“I’m sorry,” Massimo offered sincerely. “I hope you’ll get a chance to see her again sooner rather than later.”
His response was so genuine that Isotta was taken aback by his sincerity. And then there was a moment, that moment when she turned to him and their eyes locked. Maybe Isotta was looking for reassurance. Maybe it was for permission, not just his permission, but giving herself permission to give into the feelings that swept through her. Massimo lifted his hand and gently rubbed Isotta’s shoulder. His caress soothed her, and then Massimo reached for Isotta’s hand. It was more than holding hands, though. It was permission.
Chapter Fifteen
The duo ventured into one of the bedrooms. Isotta’s heart was beating so fast. Her heart was so full. It beat so, so hard it was practically deafening. It felt like the entire environment was charged high-powered, and the source of that energy was Massimo. He stopped walking and turned to face her. His gaze on her was all-encompassing. Isotta felt like his eyes took her in totally, leaving nothing out, leaving nothing to chance. Massimo knew her. He could see that her body was trembling. It was slight, but Massimo noticed. He placed his hands gently on her shoulders to quiet the tremble. His eyes never left Isotta as he closed the distance between them, his warm breath on her ear as he reached behind her, unstrapping the top of her suit. Isotta inhaled with a gasp as she felt the clasp give way.
Massimo stepped back, his eyes trailing the length of her, admiring her in a way he’d never seen Isotta before.
“You are beautiful.”
Massimo lifted his hand and, with a single finger, traced a line down from Isotta’s perfect lips to the base of her neck, where Massimo felt the pulsing of her heart down her center to the swell of her breast. He traced her areola with his finger and felt the firmness of her nipple rise underneath. Her essence screamed in reply. There was a pulling, a tugging that vibrated in her core, and her yoni throbbed. Isotta pressed her thighs together. She needed the tension to keep herself from caving under Massimo’s magnetic touch.
As she felt her knees weakening, Massimo rescued her, sweeping her up into the strength of his arms and carrying her to the bed. As he leaned over, Isotta held on to the strength of his neck as he trailed a string of heated kisses from the top of her head to the tip of her nose, her flushed cheek, and then her lips that were slightly open. Massimo’s kiss intensified as he traced Isotta’s lips with his tongue and then pushed into Isotta’s openness, filling her mouth.
“Massimo,” Isotta sighed against his lips.
Massimo pulled away. The echo of his own heartbeat thrummed in his ears as he stood to his height. As he kept his eyes locked on Isotta, he lowered his trunks, exposing his growing thickness. Isotta’s eyes followed from his manhood to his full lips, strong chest, and taut abs and landed on his thick, pulsating dick. When her eyes widened at the fullness and thickness of his member, Massimo smiled, slowly dropping to his knees in front of her. His smile lingered there as he reached for her. Isotta lifted her hips in response to Massimo sliding his hands down her waist, hooking his fingers into the bikini that kept him from her. Massimo guided her clothes from her thighs and then over one foot and then the other.
When that barrier was no longer there, Massimo kissed and nibbled Isotta up her leg, tingling every nerve fiber. Isotta gasped loudly. Massimo made it even harder to find enough air to fill her lungs. As his lips approached her creamy thighs and his strong hands held her hips firm, the smell of her scintillating perfume filled Massimo’s nostrils as he languished between her thighs. When he felt Isotta tremble, a sly smile crossed his lips. Instead of touching her as expected, Massimo pursed his lips and blew hot and warm inside of her. The sensation of warm air on Isotta’s inner thighs and then her womanhood caused a pronounced arch in her back. She couldn’t help it. Isotta had no way of controlling how her body responded to him.
Massimo paused at Isotta’s jewel and lightly kissed her center. Massimo fingered the folds of Isotta’s puss and found her pearl. Before Isotta had time to adjust to what she felt, Massimo offered a new sensation. He replaced his finger with his tongue and appreciated it, licking and flicking it with the tip of his tongue. Isotta squealed as her jewel thumped with desire. She had been nervous and a bit hesitant, but she felt so much, so profoundly, that Isotta was willing to go with the flow. It was like torture, the best possible kind of pain and pleasure Isotta had ever felt. Unable and unwilling to stop Massimo’s seductive onslaught, Isotta covered her face with her forearm, caught up in the whirlwind of Massimo. Uncircumscribed, Isotta lifted her hips, edging his tongue against her sweet spot. Massimo’s dick swole, and the veins of his manhood filled to the brink. He was hard-pressed to ignore the swell of his hardening shaft. When he finally tasted the sweetness that awaited him, Massimo couldn’t get enough. Inhaling deeply, the scent of her, the taste of her, the feel of her overwhelmed him. His lips played in her folds, and his tongue pressed against Isotta’s g-spot. When he groaned inside her, the flow of hot, sweet nectar cascaded from her, and he took in every drop.
“Please, Massimo, please,” Isotta cried. She felt things, things she’d never felt before. No man had ever moved Isotta past the physical into the supernatural. It was crazy trying to wrap her mind around what being with Massimo in this way was like. She couldn’t imagine the depth of her emotions growing. Isotta was already a cup running over. The verbal utterances spilled from her lips as Massimo devoured her breast, suckling hungrily as though he’d never been fed, first one and then the other, and then he cupped them both, taking the hardness of her nipples into his hungry mouth. When Massimo gently bit each one, the curve in Isotta’s back quickened, and her thighs ached. The wetness from her puss manifested.
“Are you sure,” Massimo whispered against her mouth.
“Yes,” Isotta moaned. “Yes.”
His desire to plunge himself inside her was momentarily halted by the tightness of her walls. Isotta gripped Massimo’s muscle-bound back, her nails digging into his flesh as he took from her what she was freely willing to give. He winced from the sweet pain, all the while maintaining eye contact with Isotta. This was an important moment when she yielded her trust, her full self, to him. And at that moment, when Massimo entered the inner sanctum, easing his thickness into her welcoming vessel, they connected transcendentally. The strength of the hold Isotta had on him was unrelenting as he felt her walls adjusting to his form. Massimo entered her cave. The warmth that enveloped him almost took his breath away. He needed to see her, the woman he longed after. Lovingly, Massimo kissed her cheeks, each one, and then she closed her eyes. Their eyes locked when she opened hers, and Isotta saw herself reflected in the depths of his.
“Massimo.”
Massimo moved inside her. His slow, intentional thrust met the top of Isotta, and she gasped for air, his air. Massimo moved inside her, his push meeting her push. The incendiary fire between the two blazed brightly as Isotta wrapped her legs around his back, pulling Massimo in even more. She felt the muscles of Massimo’s back flexing as he plunged deep inside her. Their bodies fell into syncopation as Massimo pushed Isotta to the gilt, harder, faster, deeper, longer.
He moaned. She moaned, too.
Massimo’s breath became jagged as his manhood swelled and pulsed inside her. He felt the surge of an explosive orgasm on the brink of release. The rush of adrenaline that coursed through his body caused the push from Massimo’s hips and the muscles in his thighs to tighten. His hardness pricked Isotta’s pearl, and she squealed in delight through ragged breaths of her own.
“Massimo, Massimo, I, I oh my God! Massimo!”
There was a breathless whirlwind, a symphony of panting and sweating and soaring to new heights. When Massimo released his load of gism inside her tightening walls, Isotta showered him with a cascade of her own dew. Massimo’s arms began to shake with the magnitude of the load he carried, and he collapsed on top of Isotta, who awaited with open arms. She folded him into her. Their breathing began to level and then slow down. He felt the beat of her heart reverberating through her body, and she felt the beat of his. There was a sweet quiet as they’d just transferred the fullness of their hearts, minds, bodies, and souls.
Isotta woke up in the curve of Massimo’s arms, contentedly resting against the long lines of his body. Casting her eyes on him, Isotta breathed deeply, slowly releasing the air in her lungs. She had no real expectation for how she would feel afterward. Isotta never imagined an afterward, not with Massimo. There was a smile, though. It eased across her lips as she thought about what had just happened. But this? This feeling was different. This was bigger than anything she’d felt for Massimo. What did that mean for them, though?
Massimo stirred next to her, rustling and then readjusting, pulling Isotta in closer. When he snorted a little, Isotta covered her mouth with her hand, trying to hold in the giggle bursting to come out. Either Massimo felt her body moving or heard the laughter that spilled past her hand, but he stirred again.
“Are you laughing at me?”
His voice was deep, throaty, and scruffy scraggly.
