Isaac’s throat works hard to swallow as the room plunges into an awkward silence.
Just when I think he won’t answer me, he says, “He blames me for his daughters death.”
Before I can reply, his guarded barrier mentally rises in front of my eyes. His face is marred with remorse, his beautiful eyes dark and stormy. No words are uttered from his lips as he washes the shampoo out of my hair and steps out of the shower. Although his face is full of confusion, he still dries my body with a lush towel before carrying me in his arms into his bedroom. Once he places me down, he moves toward a set of tall drawers.
My heart cracks when he pivots back around to face me. His eyes are riddled with remorse. Not only does Col blame Isaac for Ophelia's death, so does Isaac. I can't comprehend why he’d think a traffic accident was his fault?
“Thank you,” I whisper when he places his t-shirt over my head.
Once he has removed my hair from the collar, his gorgeous eyes run over my face. A smile tugs my lips higher when he cradles my cheek. When I lean into his embrace, wanting to offer him quiet comfort, he pulls away.
I stalk him as he moves around the room. Even though my urge to know everything is gnawing away my insides, hounding me to probe him for answers to the questions muddling my mind, my heart knows now is not the time to drill him. He needs comfort, not an interrogation.
Once he dons a pair of black cotton sleeping pants hanging down low enough I can tell he's commando underneath, he slips into his side of the bed. I scoot across the mattress to rest my cheek over his heart. Blood surges through my veins more rapidly when he doesn’t repel from my loving gesture.
His mouthwatering scent invades my senses and spurs on my pursuit to offer him comfort in the only way I know how.Sexually.
My hand slithers over the ridges of his abdomen. My heart flutters when his muscles spasm with each movement I make.
"Isabelle," he groans in warning when my hand skims the rim of his pants, his tone indicating I'm treading into unchartered waters.
Ignoring his gruff growl, I place a kiss on his unshaven jaw before shifting my focus to his chest. When I nip and tug on his erect nipple, he releases a throaty moan.
His pleasurable growl turns menacing when I shoo his hand out from underneath my shirt.
“It’s my turn to play,” I advise him as my sparkling gaze lifts in anticipation of participating in an intense stare-down.
His brow shoots into his hairline.
“Please,” I shamelessly beg, wanting him to relinquish his dominance for just one night.
Shockwaves shiver through my sex when he smirks a ravenousness, wicked smile before adjusting his pillow. Once he has scooted up the bed, positioning his back on the headboard, he glides his hand down his body, granting me access to his smorgasbord to do with as I please.
My inner vixen cheers before my pursuit commences with more eagerness. My desire to taste him for the first time spurs on my eagerness. Wetness slicks between my legs as I glide my way down his magnificent body. When I place a kiss on each muscle of his six-pack, he groans. My heavy breasts brush against his stiffened cock, which his pants are struggling to contain.
I connect my eyes with his intense gaze as I yank his pants down his thighs. My jaw gapes open when his cock springs free from its restraints.It’s beyond perfect.
Not being able to wait any longer, my tongue darts out to moisten my lips before they cover the wide crest of his cock. My cheeks hollow from the pressure I apply when I suck him deep into my mouth.
“Yes, Isabelle,” he moans. “Suck me hard and fast, baby. Make me come in your pretty little mouth.”
While groaning at his sinful mouth, I run my tongue along the seam of his hot flesh, absorbing his delicious taste.
By paying careful attention, I soon work out which method of sucking produces the most intense reaction. Once I get the perfect combination of suction and speed, his hands grip the bed sheets tighter, and his eyes snap shut.
“Eyes,” I babble through a mouth full of cock.
His eyes darken with amusement from my playful taunt; they watch me eagerly sucking, licking and stroking his cock. His gaze is hot, heavy, and solely focused on me. My excitement at knowing I’m the one causing his lack of composure is thrilling. It sends a shiver scuttling through my veins, making every fine hair bristle.
Over and over again, I draw his wide-girthed cock into my mouth, only occasionally triggering my gag reflex.
The longer my seamless pumps progress, the more Isaac's moans spur on my own climax. His hips buck off the bed when I increase the strength of my sucks.
Over time, my jaw aches, but my rampant horniness overrules that zing of pain. Having him unravel before my eyes is a thrilling experience that will always outweigh any discomfort.
His grip on the sheets tighten as the thrusts of his hips become more urgent. He’s close to orgasming.
A short time later, when the veins on his cock throb more urgently, I draw him in until the crest of his cock hits the back of my throat.
