Page 55 of Burner Account


Font Size:  

Real.

Here.

For all I hadn’t forgotten who this was, it still blew my mind to realize… this wasn’t just Isaiah. This wasIan. He was real, and he was really here, and he was fucking me agonizingly slowly with an expression of pure bliss on his beautiful face.

I reached up to touch his cheek. He kissed my palm, and then he bit his lip as a shiver went through him. Closing his eyes, he groaned softly, and he moved a little faster, not quite thrusting but almost.

It was my turn to close my eyes, because holy hell, he felt so damn good.

And then he wrapped his fingers around my dick, and I almost levitated of the bed. “Fuck!”

His hand matched the speed of his hips, stroking me exactly as slowly as he fucked me, and I was halfway to the stratosphere when he murmured, “That good?”

“Y-yeah.” I clutched the sheets as more curses tumbled off my lips. “Oh God…”

“Don’t come yet,” he breathed. I couldn’t decide if that was a plea, a command, or some delirious mix of the two. “I want…” His hand and hips both picked up just a little bit of speed, and I was almost too far gone to understand his words: “Let me get right to the edge. Then when you come, you’ll take me with you.”

I squeezed my eyes shut as my hips bucked like they had a mind of their own.

“That’s it, baby.” He gave his strokes a slight twist. “Fuck, I want to… I want to come in you againsobad.”

How was I supposed to hold back when he was talking so dirty? “Isaiah…”

“I’m right here,” he said with a grin in his voice. “God, you’re so hot. So fucking beautiful. I’m…” He trailed off into a groan, and his thrusts—they didn’t speed up, but they were a little harder now. More intense somehow. Or maybe that was just because every nerve ending in my body was lighting up like a glowing ember ready to ignite, and everything was more intense. My ownbreathingwas more intense.

I murmured his name like a curse. Like a plea. Like both at the same damn time.

“You’re getting me close,” he panted. “Ungh. So good. So…Fuck.” His rhythm faltered a little. His fingers twitched on my dick. Everything was faster. Hotter. The light behind my eyelids brighter. I fought to catch my breath as he took me higher and higher and higher and—

“Please.” I sounded like I was almost in tears. Maybe I was. “Let me… Let me come.”

“Almost.” He was breathing hard now. “I’m almost there. I’m… Oh, God, yeah.” He shuddered. “Oh, yeah. You’re gonna make—oh, fuck,come, baby. Now.”

I’d been right on the edge for I didn’t know how long, and still my orgasm hit me like it came out of nowhere. My hips bucked and I cried out something that may or may not have been words, and then Isaiah was roaring and forcing himself into me as he shuddered violently.

A heartbeat before it would’ve been too much, he stopped and slumped over me with a sigh. I threw my arms around him, and we just trembled and gasped for breath as we came back down to earth.

He dropped a soft kiss on my shoulder, and I shivered again.

“I need to pull out,” he slurred. “But I don’t want to.”

I laughed, dizzy and drunk off him.

He chuckled too and kissed my shoulder again. Then, carefully, he lifted himself up and pulled out, prompting moans of protest from both of us.

“Holy…” He dropped onto his back beside me. “That was so damn good.”

“Uh-huh.” I turned onto my side and curled against him. “Totally worth the wait.”

Isaiah fixed a look of disbelief on me, but then he smiled and pulled me in close. “Totally worth it,” he murmured as he drew me into a kiss.

It was.

And we definitely weren’t waiting that long to go again.

Chapter 17

Isaiah

Source: www.allfreenovel.com