Page 50 of Isabelle’s Forbidden Love

“Putty doesn’t have to be soft. It turns hard when it sets in place. And then it’ll never turn soft again.”

She had to chuckle. “I learn something new every day.” Then she reclined on the bed, feeling more confident than she ever had. The way Orlando was looking at her made her feel desired. “So, what does a girl have to do around here to get laid?”

Orlando leaned over her, his mouth twisting into a grin. “A girl like you doesn’t need to do anything.”

He put his hand on her torso and stroked upward until he reached one breast. Gently, he caressed the sensitive mound and teased the nipple into a hard bud. Then he inhaled deeply.

“Fuck, baby, is that all you need to get wet?”

“Just you in the same room as me gets me wet.” She pulled him to her and pressed a kiss to his lips.

“Then I guess I should keep my promise and make you come a second time.”

“Hmm.”

Orlando joined her on the bed, but he didn’t roll over her like she’d expected. Instead, he spooned her and pulled her backside to his groin, before he lifted her thigh just enough so he could slide his erection between her thighs. A moment later, he penetrated her with such gentleness that she felt like floating on a cloud.

“Oh,” she murmured.

“See?” he whispered to her, his mouth near her ear. “It doesn’t have to be wild and fast to feel good.”

“Didn’t you tell me you weren’t a tender lover?”

“Guess I’ve evolved.”

He pulled out of her sheath and slid back into her, his movement steady but no less tantalizing. His cock seemed even harder and bigger than before, and she felt her muscles tighten around the rock-hard shaft, wanting to imprison him there. Orlando snaked one hand around her and began to caress her breasts, massaging them slowly and thoroughly. In the semi-darkness of the bedroom, it felt as if this was one of her dreams, but this was better than a dream, because this was reality. Orlando was making sweet love to her, touching her as if she was the most precious thing in his life. As if he worshipped her.

She hadn’t thought it was possible that the man everybody knew as gruff and reserved was capable of such tender caresses, such loving embraces. She barely believed it herself. But there was no doubt that there was so much more to Orlando than he let anybody see. Yet he showed it to her. And she was glad for it, because it could mean only one thing: he trusted her. Just like she trusted him.

His big body felt like a cocoon protecting her, wrapping around her. His hips moved, delivering slow and gentle thrusts, while he pressed soft kisses to her neck and shoulders, and continued kneading her breasts and teasing her nipples. He took his time, drawing out the pleasure, not rushing anything. And she responded to him in the same leisurely fashion. It felt as if this was a Sunday afternoon, where they had nothing to do, nowhere to be, but to spend time in each other’s arms.

“I love how you squeeze me when I’m inside you,” he whispered and underscored his words with a drawn-out slide into her pussy.

Isabelle moaned softly, his words and his action sending tiny hot spears of desire through her body. She’d never known that making love could be so tender, so slow, so gentle.

“Orlando,” she said on a sigh and mirrored his movement, allowing him to withdraw almost completely, before pressing her ass back against his groin, taking his erection deep inside her.

She reached back, her fingers digging into his upper thigh to make him sink even deeper.

“Easy, babe,” he cautioned. “We have a little more time. There’s no rush.”

Despite his statement, he removed his hand from her breasts and slid it down her torso to her pussy.

“I love it when you touch me there,” she said in encouragement.

He combed his fingers through her pubic hair, while he kissed her on the spot where he’d bitten her earlier. She could still feel the ghost of his fangs there.

“Here?” Orlando rubbed his finger over her clit, making her gasp at the intensity of his touch. “Guess I found the right spot.”

“You always find the right spot,” she managed to reply, before the way he caressed her center of pleasure rendered her speechless.

“Then perhaps you can do something for me,” he murmured into her ear.

“Yes?”

“Seeing that I have my hands full, let me see you touch your breasts.” His voice suddenly sounded hoarse.

Without hesitation, Isabelle used her hands to massage her breasts and roll her nipples between index fingers and thumbs.