Isabelle
“Don’t scream; it’s me.”
My heart constricts as my surprised eyes snap open. I don’t even need to roll over to know Isaac is the one sliding in the sheets next to me. His delicious, manly scent filters through my nostrils, sparking my senses. Tears well in my eyes when his hand splays across my stomach to pull me back. A needy moan spills from my lips when his impressively erect cock presses against my backside. He must have stripped out of his standard business suit attire, as he is wearing nothing but a pair of boxers.
“Isabelle,” Isaac says sternly when I attempt to roll onto my opposite hip to look at him. I want to express to him how sorry I am for everything that has happened. I want a chance to explain why I lied to him. I’ll even shamelessly beg for forgiveness if required.
“No talking, not yet.” His teeth gently sink into my shoulder blade. “I need to taste you first, to have you underneath me. It’s been too long. I can’t wait any longer.”
My heart beats furiously against my chest, and every nerve in my body tingles with anticipation. It has only been four days since I last slept with Isaac, but it feels more like a lifetime. It is hard to explain, but this is us; we show our affection through sexual contact. Our love, our desires, our needs, they're reflected in the most intimate ways. So, for now, I’ll forgo pleading for clemency and express my regret in a more sexual nature.
Isaac’s hand skims under my black silk camisole to cup my breast. His talented fingers soon have my nipples erect, and my sex wet. The lash of his warm tongue on my shoulder sends a shiver of pleasure dashing through my body.
My breathing stills when Isaac rolls over and lays on top of me. I relish the heaviness of his well-formed physique leaning against me, pushing me deep into the mattress. The sheer closeness of his beautiful face causes my heart to gain an extra beat and for fresh tears to spring into my eyes. Even in the moonlight, his entrancing features can’t be concealed. With his razor sharp jaw; plump, full lips; and striking eyes, he is a true masterpiece, crafted to perfection.
Isaac’s dark gray eyes assess my face just as robustly as I appraise his. Although his gaze is heavy-lidded, I can see his hurt reflecting back.My deceitreally hurt him. Before any apologies can spill from my lips, his perfectly etched mouth seals over mine. His kiss is warm, inviting, and demanding. He nips on my bottom lip before his tongue soothes the sting his teeth made.
“These are my lips, Isabelle, only mine,” he mutters, his voice rough and raspy.
“Always.” My heart bursts with love. “They will never be anyone else’s.”
I adjust the position of my hips so I can feel more of his impressive girth rubbing on the one part of my body screaming for his attention. My bottom lip drops into a pout when Isaac shifts his hips backward, denying my attempts to feel his straining erection against my throbbing pussy.
“Not yet,” he says before his focus reverts to my jaw. The prickles of his unshaven chin adds even more excitement to our heartfelt reunion.
A hot trail of kisses leisurely guides Isaac down my body. Little bites, soothing licks, and the roughness of his five o’clock shadow have my whole body wired and teetering toward the brink of ecstasy. His notable stamina has always impressed me. The way he can control himself for hours if needed always ensures he gives a stellar performance in the bedroom.
In the past month, Isaac’s dedicated attention to my body has never once wavered. I'm always satisfied to the point of absolute exhaustion before he even attempts to chase his own climax. Even during the dreaded red week of my cycle, Isaac still took care of my sexual needs. I felt like a teenage girl when he brought me to climax without removing my panties. I shouldn’t have been surprised. He is an incredibly gifted and talented man, and thankfully, most of his wicked talents are displayed in the bedroom.
Isaac’s teasing kisses stop at the waist of my black silk panties. His lust-ridden gaze lifts to my face, vigorously appraising my body on the way by. He smirks a deliciously wicked smile as he shreds my panties off my body. I unashamedly gasp at his domineering gesture. I love that Isaac is a dominant alpha in the bedroom. I like to think I'm an independent and strong woman, but I’ll happily relinquish my power in the bedroom to a man with an allure like his.
The scent of my arousal filters in the air when Isaac brazenly stares at the bare mound of my pussy, absorbing and memorizing every detail. Suddenly, his eyes snap shut, and he inhales a whiff of air through his nostrils. When his eyes pop back open, they’re even more captivating than usual.
My teeth gnaw on my bottom lip when he leans back to rest his backside on the balls of his feet. His darkened eyes rake my body, his dedicated gaze paying committed devotion to the regions of my chest and between my legs.
“Bend your knees and place your feet flat on the bed, Isabelle. Spread your legs open wide, I want to seeallof you.” His rough, rugged voice rumbles through my body, clustering in my aching pussy.
Even though my cheeks heat from his bold request, it isn’t from embarrassment; it’s from desire. There isn’t an inch of my body he hasn’t inspected in great detail the past month. The fact he still craves my body as rampantly as I do his spurs on my need to please him. So, shifting my legs up high on the bed, I do as requested, without a plea escaping my lips.
“So pretty and pink,” he murmurs, running his index finger down the folds of my wet pussy.
When his lust-filled gaze lifts to mine, my thighs join from his entrancing, demanding eyes.
“Your eyes are never to leave mine, Isabelle,” he demands, his tone firm.
Unable to speak through my dry, parched mouth, I eagerly nod. I love watching him worship me.
His dark and intense eyes remain on me as his head narrows closer to the one part of my body throbbing so hard with desire, I’m afraid I may soon convulse without him even touching me. One touch, one lick, and I’ll be freefalling, toppling into orgasmic bliss.
Lurching, my back lifts off the bed, and my eyes dart around the room. My bewilderment intensifies when my search of my bedroom comes up empty. My hand shoots down between my legs. I release an exasperated puff of air when I discover I’m still wearing my black satin panties and camisole top.
Oh, my god, it was all a dream? It couldn’t have been, it felt so real.
Flopping back onto my pillow, I try to get the excitement scorching my veins under control. My skin is coated with a thin sheen of sweat, and my breaths are ragged.
I drag my spare pillow over my face so I can muffle the screams of my inner vixen who is cursing obscenities at the top of her lungs.Even she thought the dream was real.I was certain Isaac was in the room with me. I can even smell his alluring scent filtering the air.
After rubbing my weary and disappointed eyes, they turn to seek the alarm clock that usually sits on my bedside table. It takes a few moments for me to recall why the clock is no longer in its usual position. Isaac yanked it out of the wall the last time he made love to me in this bed. It shattered into pieces when he flung it against my bedroom door.
