His kiss steals my soft pants when his tongue delves into my mouth in a rhythm matching the grinds of his finger. I drink him in, absorbing his tasteful mouth. Our kiss is slow and enticing, surging my excitement to new heights. This may sound crude, but when Isaac and I have sex, we generally fuck. This is different—today he isn’t fucking me, he's making love to me—with his fingers.
I grind my backside along his throbbing cock, wishing I wasn’t seated in his lap so I could return the arousing experience. The pad of Isaac’s palm adds a nice amount of pressure to my clit, sending a shiver of pleasure through my body that clusters in my needy sex. Every slow and precise thrust of his fingers has the excitement of my imminent climax sweeping through my body. My heavy pants increase along with the rhythm of his fingers.
The louder I moan, the faster Isaac’s pumps become. And so, the vicarious cycle commences. I pant harder, and he finger-fucks me more viciously.
My orgasm is hanging by a thin string, every fiber in my body coiled and ready to snap when a doorbell buzzes in the distance.No!
“Fuck,” Isaac mutters under his breath before slipping his gifted finger out of my body.
I freeze when his primal, lust-riddled eyes stare at me. “Did I hurt you? Do you have a headache? Are you dizzy?” His voice is deep, rough, and sexy as sin, but his tone relays his disappointment at not being able to rein in his usually unshakable presence.
“I’m fine.” I’m inwardly cursing obscenities at the top of my lungs, but I’m fine, nonetheless.
He arches his brow as his eyes assess mine, seeking any untruth in them. Relief filters through them when he realizes the only injury I'm concealing is a bruised ego.
He stands from his chair, taking me with him. “I arranged for Jae to come and assess you before she starts her shift at the hospital.” He places me on my feet before his gaze lifts to mine. “But it slipped my mind when Isomehowgot distracted.”
My core clenches when his heavy-lidded gaze runs down my body. The intense tingle of my pussy amplifies when he pops his finger into his mouth to lick off the evidence of my arousal. A growl rumbles from his throat when he tastes my excitement on his tongue. His composure slips before my eyes as rampant hunger clouds his gaze.
Just as he steps toward me like a panther on the prowl, the doorbell shrills again.
Chapter 14
Isaac
Adoorbell buzzing momentarily breaks the intangible spell Isabelle always incites when she's in my vicinity. My astuteness falters the instant she enters the room. The power she has over me is astounding, and if I'm being forthright, utterly frightening, but last night proved without a doubt that asking for her hand in marriage was one of the most intellectual endeavors I’ve ever undertaken. I revealed snippets of myself to her that nobody else knows, and instead of being judgmental, she was supportive and understanding like she comprehended why, at that time in my life, I made the decision I made.
Which once again corroborates my claim that she knows me better than anyone. She's unraveling me one layer at a time, and even when she exposes parts of my life that are clouded in a dark shadow, she evaluates the situation instead of making a hasty decision. Once her curiosity is satisfied, we move on, then her pursuit of unmasking me continues.
My eyes stray to Isabelle. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes are wide, and she's fiddling with the hem of her shirt, attempting to pretend she wasn’t just sitting on the brink of a climax.
“Go get dressed, then come meet Jae and me in the living room.” My voice is rough as I fight the urge to claim her body on my desk.
“That’s not fair.” She places a kiss to my mouth. “Tell Jae I’ll be a few minutes,” she whispers against my lips, staring up at me. “BecauseIneed to finish whatyoustarted.” She grins a wicked smile, baiting me and my gigantic ego.
Unable to leash my domineering nature, I seize her wrist, then pull her back to me. Any protests attempting to spill from her mouth are halted when my tongue lashes her gaped lips before it plunges between them. A husky moan rolls up her chest when she tastes herself on my tongue. When I band my arms around her waist, the heat of her pussy has my cock jumping in my jeans.
A whimper seeps from her swollen red lips when I inch back from our embrace. I stare into her glistening eyes, my chest puffed high. “Every moan that flows from your lips, every orgasm that shreds through your body, and every drop of cum from your greedy pussy belong to me.”
Her breathing hastens as the scent of her arousal filters in the air.
“This mouth…” I kiss her plump cupid’s bow lips, “… belongs to me. These tits…” I thrum my index finger over her erect nipples budded against her shirt, hard and begging to be touched, “… belong to me.” When I cup her pussy, her knees buckle, and a moan seeps from her lips. “And this, and any pleasure it craves, most certainly belongs to me.” I stare into her heavy-lidded gaze. “Say it, Isabelle. Say it, then I’ll let you come.”
“It belongs to you. It all belongs to you. I belong to you.”
I spin her around, pull her luscious ass back until it’s pressed against my stiff shaft, then slip two fingers inside of her, ensuring I find the sweet spot that causes the most earth-shattering screams to be torn from her throat.
After circling my thumb over her clit, I muffle her cries of ecstasy with my hand, not wanting her screams to startle Catherine, who arrived earlier this morning. I pump in and out of her on repeat while whispering dirty thoughts into her ear. I tell her how I’m going to fuck her, where I’m going to fuck her, and how long I’m going to fuck her as soon as Jae gives her the all-clear.
A few moments later, her pussy clenches around my fingers and my hand slicks with her arousal. Her thighs quiver as a ferocious orgasm shreds through her body so hard and fast, her knees buckle. I sink my teeth into her shoulder blade before slowing the pumps of my fingers, guiding her down from her toe-curling orgasm with a tenderness I didn’t use to bring it on.
Once her cries of ecstasy lessen, I scoop her into my arms before striding to the master suite. After placing her on the bed, I enter the bathroom to get a washcloth.
While cleaning the residue of her arousal off her thighs, and internally battling not to sink my stone-hard cock into her glistening pussy, Isabelle’s back lurches off the bed. “Jae!” she shouts, suddenly remembering we have guests.
I chuckle, glad I’m not the only one who loses all restraint when we're together.
“It’s okay, Catherine would’ve let her in.”
