With that in mind, I cup his cheeks, ignoring the tremor encroaching my hands, then nod.
Relief floods his eyes. “Say it.”
“Yes.” My voice trembles with excited nerves. “I’ll marry you.”
In the blink of an eye, his mouth covers mine. The saltiness of my tears I didn’t know were falling flavors our knee-wobbling kiss. When I feel his thickened rod bracing against the seam of my sweatpants, the wetness in my eyes dry as the fire of passion warms my veins.
I slide my hand underneath his shirt, wanting to feel the smoothness of his skin under my hand. A grin tugs on my lips when his cock twitches from my meekest touch, then my nipples bud when his hands follow my expedition. After slipping it under my shirt, he tugs me closer, deepening our kiss.
He stands from the sofa, taking me with him, not once relinquishing my mouth from his. He walks us down the long hallway that is once again lined with expensive, one-of-a-kind paintings. I inwardly cheer, my effort to seduce Isaac into breaking doctor’s orders finally worked.
My cheers subside when he walks us into the bathroom instead of the master suite as I was anticipating. When he places me down on the expansive marble vanity, memories of the previous times we’ve bathed together rush to the forefront of my mind.
My first bareback ride was in that tub.
Isaac’s smooth, long strides have him reaching the tub quicker than a heartbeat. He turns on the faucet full blast, adding small amounts of bath products before spinning around to face me. Just like the first night we bathed together, his gaze is not only filled with lust but something else as well. The only difference between that evening and tonight is that I now recognize the additional spark in his eyes. It’s love, and it’s focused on me.
As the room fills with steam, Isaac unbuttons the remaining buttons on his crisp blue business shirt before shrugging it off his shoulders. My pussy tingles when he lowers the zipper in his trousers so his erect, heavily-veined cock can spring free from his black boxer briefs. I stare unashamedly at the glorious cock that’s sent me to the brink more times than I can count. Now, after agreeing to become his wife, I’m the only one who gets to experience its earth-shattering capabilities ever again.
I lick my lips to relieve their dryness before raising my eyes to Isaac’s. My body is aching, shamelessly begging to be consumed by him. When he paces toward me, a wicked grin curls his plump lips. He removes my shirt, deliberately taking his time like a child on Christmas morning who doesn’t want to unwrap his gifts too quickly, so the surprise isn’t over before it needs to be.
His pupils dilate when he unclasps my bra, guides it off my shoulders, then drops it to the floor. I raise my bottom to assist him in removing my gray sweatpants and panties down my quaking thighs. Once every article of my clothing is removed, he takes a step back, so his heavy-lidded gaze can rake in my body. I fight hard not to squirm on the spot, trying to pretend I have some sort of control when I'm around him. When his eyes lift from my nipples to my face, I know he's calling my deceit.
He holds me in close as he moseys to the bathtub. The water is nice and warm, but it has nothing on the blood scorching my veins from his closeness. When he slides us into the tub, he positions me so my back braces against his torso.
Wanting to be closer, I spin around to face him. Water splashes over the rim of the overfilled tub from my hasty movements. “Isabelle,” he growls in warning when I slide my slick skin along his until my throbbing pussy is hovering just above his erect cock.
“What?” I say, faking innocence. “I’m just making sure you’re clean.”
“By using your body to clean me?”
I smile while nodding.
“That’s what they invented shower puffs for.”
He snags one off the tiled rim and throws it at me. I dip it into the water before drifting it over his torso, nurturing him as he usually does me. His eyes close when I increase the pressure to knead away the tension he’s carrying on his broad shoulders.
His body is pure perfection—smooth, tanned, muscled, but not those overly imposing ones that are too veiny and horrid—but perfect in all the right places. Add his mouth-salivating body to his strikingly handsome good looks, and you have a lethal combination that drives lust-hungry women crazy.
It’s the parts of him I’m still unraveling that are more appealing to me—the way he takes care of his family and friends, how he knows when I need him to assert sternness to keep me balanced, and how he cocoons me with safety, making me feel both cherished and protected at the same time. All those things show he's just as handsome on the inside as he is on the outside.
His eyes pop open when my nurturing technique veers to the lower half of his body. I whimper when he seizes my wrist just as my hand wraps around his throbbing cock. “Please,” I shamefully beg, staring into his eyes. “Pretty, pretty please.”
“Isabelle.” His growl displays his usually impenetrable composure is faltering. “Jae said no exhaustive activities.”
“There areactivitieswe can do that don’t require excessive levels of movement.”
My pulse quickens when he smirks a succulent smile. “But that isn’t how my girl likes it. She likes to be fucked, not handled like a delicate flower.”
I grimace and flop onto his chest. After being sexually teased for hours, my orgasm is teetering dangerously on edge. The smallest touch from him will have me free-falling into orgasmic bliss.
“You’re being mean,” I mutter as my inner vixen stomps her feet like a child.
Isaac grips my chin and hoists my face up high. “Believe me, if I were able to touch you and know I could stop before things gotexcessive, my head would be buried between your legs, eating your greedy pussy for dessert.”
Oh god.
Chapter 12
