Stealing his ability to reply, I seal my mouth over his. His lips curve into a smile before he returns my kiss with the same amount of intensity I’m giving.
Our kiss starts slow but soon builds in urgency. I drink him in, tasting, licking and absorbing every delicious portion of his mouth.
Spurred on by his raspy moans, I slither my hand down the ridges of his six-pack before grasping his erect cock. Isaac's rugged pants overtake spilling water when I drag my hand down his lengthened rod. My seamless—and somewhat frantic—pumps soon have him chasing release.
A husky gasp expels from my mouth when the tip of his cock grazes the entrance of my pussy. Blinded by lust, I adjust my position so his shaft can dip into my weeping sex with each stroke of my hand.
Overcome with desire, each stroke has him inching into me more and more.
Sensing my qualm slipping, Isaac’s heavy-lidded gaze pops open as he calms my frantic movements. “As much as I want to plunge into your pretty pink pussy right now, we need a condom.”
The throaty deepness of his voice spikes my relentless pursuit. “I’m on the pill.”
Isaac stiffens for the quickest second before pinching my chin to raise my downcast head. When I stare into his beautiful eyes, his reluctance reflects back at me.
“Are you sure, Isabelle?” he questions. “Because once I make you entirely mine, there is no turning back. There will benothingbetween us again.”
Deciding to give my reply by using actions instead of words, I remove my hand from his throbbing cock and slam down. Water splashing onto the marble tile echoes around the room along with our gruff moans.
“Fuck, Isabelle,” Isaac growls as he grips my hips.
The sting of his fingers adds to my excitement.
After adjusting my position, I increase the tempo of my thrusts, encouraged by Isaac’s provocative groans. “You feel so good. So tight. So fucking wet.”
He releases my hips from his grasp to clutch the bathtub. A rumbling moan tears from my throat when he adjusts the tilt of his hips. Our new position allows every inch of his cock to fill my clenching pussy.
I purr his name when his hand slithers between our connected bodies. He rubs my clit in a circular motion, forcing me to call out.
"Oh. . ." I want to say more, but I can’t, lust has stolen my words.
My nails dig into Isaac’s shoulders as I scream in orgasmic bliss. My pleasurable moans reverberate around the bathroom as an orgasm cascades through my body. It is so strong, even I’m surprised by its intensity.
My orgasm deepens when hot cum rages out of Isaac's cock, coating the walls of my pussy. I clench my sex, greedily milking his throbbing member, craving every drop of his spawn.
Several body-shuddering minutes later, I collapse onto his sweat-glistening torso. I’m exhausted and gasping for air.
After sinking back into the tub, Isaac runs his hand down my frazzled hair. Even with the temperature of the water beyond chilled, the heat of our bodies is enough to keep us warm.
My heart flips when Isaac presses a kiss to my temple. “That was a first.”
Once my heart rate settles, I lift my head off his chest and peer into his sparkling eyes. “That was a first for me too. I’ve never had sex in a bathtub.”
Isaac stiffens, and his cock still caressed inside me softens. “I meant it was my first time without a condom.”
Although I should be mad he just mentioned previous sexual encounters in front of me, a smile curls my lips.
“I’m glad I was your first.” I slip off his semi-erect cock.
Isaac’s jaw ticks so profusely, it’s heard over the sloshing of the bathwater when I step out of the tub.
“Isabelle. . .” His angry roar would usually have me freezing in fear, but not this time. I wrap a plush towel around my quaking body, pretending I’m not the least bit concerned.
My trembles from the cold water turns into shudders of excitement when Isaac stands from the tub. His domineering stature already demands my attention, but it is his relentless gaze securing my utmost devotion. It is infuriatingly angry and solely focused on me. He glares at me, demanding I answer the silent questions pumping out of him.
Without a doubt, I can testify that a jealous Isaac is by far the sexiest Isaac I’ve ever seen.
His stern gaze lessens when I admit, “It was also my first bareback ride.”
