After stripping out of my clothes, my movements surprisingly slow considering how hard my cock is, I slip beneath the sheets. “Don’t scream, it’s me,” I mutter when Isabelle startles about the contrasting temperatures of our bodies.
While groggily rubbing at her eyes, she scoots back until her backside brushes my hardened crotch. “What time is it?”
“It’s nearly dawn.” I pull back on her shoulder, encouraging her to roll onto her back. “I only just got your message.”
She murmurs a husky moan that I swallow down when I seal my mouth over hers. Her sharp exhale vibrates on my tongue when I spear it between her pouty lips. As I kiss her to express what her words mean to me, she weaves her fingers through my hair.
It is a hot and heated exchange that grows more mesmerizing when Isabelle’s back arches a second after I roll her nipple between my index finger and thumb.
“Could you come just from me playing with your nipples?”
“Uh-huh,” she answers without the slightest pause for thought. “I could come just by looking at you.”
Growling, I nudge apart her thighs before slotting between them. The sleepy gleam in her eyes burns away for lust when I rub the crown of my cock against her scant panties. Her shirt has risen to her breasts, and she is braless, meaning I only need to slip away her panties, and I’ll have unrequited access to her fragrantly scented pussy.
“Eyes,” I demand after tugging off the damp cotton material and swiping my cock’s head across her throbbing clit. After the day I’ve had, I need her eyes on me even more than I’m dying to hear those three little words spill from her mouth in person. “Your eyes are to stay on me. Donotremove them for any reason. Do you understand?”
When she briskly nods, I slowly notch the first three inches of my cock inside her clenching pussy. I’m desperate to feel her quivering around my tongue as she succumbs to the tension burning her alive and to feel her fingernails rake my scalp as I eat her for breakfast, but my patience is too thinly stretched. I can’t guarantee how I’ll respond if I lose her focus for even a second. Too many sick thoughts are plaguing my head, and her lusty eyes are the only thing capable of clearing them.
Her beautiful scent infuses the air when I push in even deeper. We rarely go slow like this. We tear at each other more than we nurture, but since this tempo is very much on par with what you’d expect of a man trying to express himself without needing to say the words that might tear her away from me, I take it extra slow. It isn’t like it feels bad. Nothing with Isabelle could ever be classed as mundane. She makes accounting look sexy.
“Open up for me, baby. I want you to feel all of me.”
I stuff in another two or so inches when Isabelle fans open her thighs before wrapping her feet around my waist. As I pump into her on repeat, I roll my hips, ensuring the rim of my cock flicks the sweet spot inside her. Within minutes, we have a steady rhythm and speed, but all my good intentions are left for dust when she digs her feet into my ass, wordlessly begging for me to go faster.
She likes to be dominated, but she loves being fucked, so before my woozy head can talk me out of it, I increase the roll of my hips before distributing all my weight to my thighs so I can watch my cock slide in and out of her clenching slit.
My shaft is shimmering with evidence of her arousal, and with my hand placing the perfect amount of pressure on the lower half of her stomach, signs of an impending orgasm soon surface on Isabelle’s beautiful face.
She babbles under her breath as the wave rolls in. She calls me a god, tells me she’s never had sex so good, and strokes my ego so fucking much, the thrusts of my hips almost become cruel, but not once do the words I’m aiming for rip from her throat.
Unfortunately for Isabelle, I’m not a man who backs down without a fight.
“Come on, Isabelle. Give me what I want,” I mutter in a husky tone before once again increasing the speed of my pumps. I pin her hands above her head with one hand before lowering the other one to the region where our bodies are intimately joined. As I tell her how fucking sexy she looks when she is flushed with ecstasy, I circle my thumb over her clit, doubling her screams.
“My screams,” I grunt while dropping my hand from her wrists to her mouth to stifle her screams. Hugo’s temporary relocation means he is only sleeping a few feet down, and Isabelle is screaming loud enough to wake the entire building.
As her nostrils flare in panic of not getting enough oxygen, her eyes bulge, her pussy clamps, then the most seductive fucking expression in the world crosses her face as she surrenders to the orgasm shredding through her body.
I fight through the clenches of her pussy and murmured whispers for me to follow her into orgasmic bliss. I continue pumping into her, determined nothing will stop me from coercing her to tell me she loves me in person, not even the annoying shriek of her alarm clock.
With my speed leveled and my pumps unrelenting, I snatch up the beeping clock off the bedside table, rip its cord out of the wall, then toss it across the room. When it shatters on impact with the wall, Isabelle’s lust-crammed eyes rocket to mine.
“I don’t care if I have to fuck you for twelve hours straight.” I lift her ass off the sticky mattress before slamming back in with enough force, her eyes bulge. “Youarenot leaving this bed until I hear those words come out of your mouth in person.”
Her pussy strangles my cock, and without a shred of hesitation, she succumbs to a second wave of orgasmic pleasure. Her climax is brutal. It renders her motionless for several long seconds before her frozen stance shifts to a shudder so intense, she spears her nails into my back to ride out the overwhelming sensation overtaking her.
With my hands occupied with her tits and ass, I silence her screams with my mouth this time around. I kiss her until she is breathless, then I change things up by handing her some of the control she forever grants me.
While keeping our connection strong, I roll over until Isabelle’s sweaty thighs are straddling my hips and her luscious tits bounce with every jut of my hips. She isn’t coherent enough to fully accept the reins, but within a handful of thrusts, she matches the rolls of my hips grind for grind.
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath when Isabelle arches her back before she balances her hands onto my thighs. I now have an uninterrupted view of her gorgeous body and face, and the visual is spectacular.
Watching her ride my cock makes words inconsequential. I don’t need to hear them to know what we have isn’t something I ever predicted but secretly craved. We fuck not just for pleasure but as a way to express ourselves. It is an intimate act that conveys more than words ever could, and they expose that I was right when I ignored the irrational thoughts telling me Isabelle wasn’t meant to be mine.
We have a ways to go before things will truly settle for us, but if honesty remains the focal point, I don’t see anything coming between us. I steered our wreck through the dark clouds, and now we need to patiently wait for them to shift because even a man weighed down with grief knows every cloud has a silver lining.
And I am beginning to wonder if Isabelle is mine.
