My cock throbs with need when she breathes out heavily, “I’m on the pill.”
I’m desperate to make her mine, blinded with desire, but also conscious this isn’t a step she should take lightly. “Are you sure, Isabelle? Because once I make you entirely mine, there’s no turning back. There will benothingbetween us again.” And I mean that in every sense of the word. Not Col. Not the FBI. No one will come between us again.Not even me.
Isabelle answers me in a way I never anticipated. While peering into my eyes, she slips her knees past my thighs, removes her hand from my cock, then dips her hips down low. I groan a moan I’ve never released before when she sheaths herself with my cock in one quick descent.
“Fuck, Isabelle.”
I dig my fingers into the fleshy meat on her hips, stilling her movements while also giving me time to relish how surreal this moment is.
“You feel so good. So tight. So fucking wet.”
After angling her hips so I can squeeze another inch of my cock inside her, I lower my hand to her pussy so I can toy with her clit. She purrs my name in an erotic moan when I roll my thumb over the nervy bud before I sink my ass deeper into the tub to slowly withdraw from her clamping pussy.
She sucks at me, begging for my return, which I do, not even three seconds later. “Oh…” Isabelle moans on a throaty garble when I thrust my hips upward, impaling her once again with an ardent thrust.
The oily water ensures I face not an ounce of resistance while pumping in and out of her on repeat, not to mention the quivers that begin shuddering through her beautifully naked body several long minutes into our exchange.
“Eyes…” I’m about to bark out when Isabelle locks her lust-crammed eyes with mine.
As she rides the waves of orgasmic bliss attempting to overwhelm her, she keeps her hooded gaze fixed on mine. Her ecstasy-riddled expression causes my undoing. It has me racing for the finish line with her, mindful a less-than-stellar display this time around won’t thwart my chances of a second helping. I’m not a one-and-done man. I just had no clue I was capable of this level of stamina until Isabelle coerced it out of me. Now I feel like I can come a hundred times a day, and it still wouldn’t be enough.
After thrusting into Isabelle another half-dozen times, I still the movements of my hips, catch my lower lip between my teeth, then relish the feeling of ejaculating without a condom desensitizing an already useless function.
The procedure I had years ago should make this stage of my life seem inconsequential, but it doesn’t. Euphoria races through my veins as quickly as cum jets out of my cock.
It is a surreal moment that gets even more dreamlike when the heat of my spawn doubles the lust firing through Isabelle’s expressive eyes. It also lengthens her orgasm, meaning several tiring minutes pass before she collapses into a heap on my chest to catch her breath.
I am just as breathless, and every muscle in my body is acting as if I ran a marathon. Even flattening the frizz the bath water caused to Isabelle’s hair is a challenge. I’m exhausted but not enough not to express to Isabelle what that meant to me.
“That was a first,” I murmur after placing a kiss on her temple.
She breathes out three times before lifting her sweat-dotted head off my chest. “That was a first for me too. I’ve never had sex in a bathtub.”
With my mind as sluggish as my muscles feel, I reply before contemplating how Isabelle will react to my response. “I meant it was my first time without a condom.”
She pulls an ‘O’ face before maneuvering herself off my still partially erect cock and stepping out of the tub. I stop raking in the fiery heat extending from her neck to her ankles when she mutters, “I’m glad I was your first.”
“Isabelle…”
My anger switches from a slow simmer to a dangerous boil when she covers up with a towel. I need her naked to get across my point, to claim her as she’s never been claimed. I need to be balls deep inside her because only then will she realize a mistake made in the past won’t steer my future.
She will.
When I stand from the tub, ready to unleash the dominance she so desperately craves, Isabelle’s eyes rake over my naked form with enough heat, cold bathwater is a thing of the past. She drifts her hooded gaze up my legs, over the chunk of flesh growing larger the longer she stares at it, and up the bumps in my midsection before they eventually land on my face.
While licking her lips, pleased she goaded a response from me, she slants her head to the side, then confesses, “It was also my first bareback ride.”
The vein throbbing in her neck skips a beat when I shake my head. I’m not denying her claims this was her first rodeo without protection. The honesty in her eyes is too vital to discount. I am merely debunking her belief she is leaving this bathroom triumphant.
My empire was founded on a gamble, and it seems as if my personal life is about to take a page out of its book.
After locking the bathroom door, conscious Catherine will arrive soon, I nudge my head to the bathtub now half-empty, before saying in a gravelly tone, “Bend over the tub. Legs open wide.” Isabelle’s thighs press together when I mutter, “And hold on tight because this is going to be hard, fast,andlong.”
The vehement scent of lust fills the bathroom when I pull a silk belt out of a set of robes hanging on the hook on the back of the bathroom door. It isn’t as wide as the tie I used to secure her eyes when I claimed her for the first time while thirty thousand feet in the air, but it still has a use.
“Wider, Isabelle.”
The deepness of my voice exposes my wavering constraint, not to mention the thickness between my legs. Like the natural submissive she is, Isabelle follows my instructions to a T. She’s bent over the tub, her grip is rigid, and the fantastic globes of her ass are suspended high in the air. I’d only need the slightest adjustment of her hips to plunge into her, but since she wants to be dominated, I take a moment to relish the visual before stepping to the side of the tub.
