Chapter 16

Chapter 16

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I slumped into an overstuffed, green, leather armchair with a sigh, stretching my legs out in front of me as I kicked my shoes off.

"Long day?" Charles asked smoothly as he poured himself a Scotch at the bar in the corner of the living room.

I groaned, running a hand through my hair. "You have no idea.”

Isabella had insisted that we squeeze in every touristic site in London in one day since she had spent the day before recuperating from our session in the playroom. She had been a ball of energy, waking me up at six and barely giving me time to have breakfast before pushing me out of the door to get a head start.

The amount of pictures she had taken was enough to fill two memory cards. I couldn't deny that I didn't have fun myself, telling her the story of when the Queen Mother came to my school when I was a child as we toured Buckingham Palace. We'd gone on the London Eye and Madame Tussaud, the famous wax museum.

We'd even gone on one of those double decker tour buses around London while some guy spouted off facts about the city.

Charles chuckled and held up a crystal glass. "Want one?”

"Two fingers, please," I told him, leaning my head against the back of the chair. He handed me a glass of Scotch and sat in the armchair across from me, wordlessly handing me a cigar. I cut the tip and lit it up, inhaling deeply before exhaling the smoke in a long plume.

He eyed me for a minute before lascivious smile crept up on his lips. "You look tense. Want me to help you with that?”

I raised an eyebrow at him as he stood, making his way behind my seat, running his hand through my hair and massaging the back of my neck. It felt great, but I also knew what his intent was.

"Charles," I said warningly.

Our history together had not always been platonic. When you have a group of horny, virgin, sixteen-year-old boys trapped in an all boys school, something was bound to happen sooner or later. Throw in some sexual confusion and frustration, and quite a few of us had gravitated toward each other, wanting a touch that wasn't our own.

Charles and I had messed around, kissing and experimenting, but never really taking it seriously enough to have sex. We were best friends just looking for something to fulfill the ache, but as quickly as we had gravitated toward each other, we had drifted apart. We each found a girl that-as crass as it sounds-allowed us to sink our cocks into, and we no longer needed each other in that way.

Our friendship came out unscathed, but while I had gone on the straight, but not so narrow way, Charles had become bi-sexual, having both girlfriends and boyfriends. He hadn't made it a secret that Makenna had fucked him with a strap on the night of the party after they had gone back to her place, but it didn't bother me because there had never been any feelings surpassing lust between us.

It didn't stop him from occasionally propositioning me, though.

"Oh, come on, Ed, I'm not asking you to fuck me, I'm just offering you a massage...unless you have something else in mind.”

I pulled away from his hands, which were kneading my shoulders, not wanting to lead him on in any form or fashion. "Charles, I am in a relationship as of right now, so this is completely inappropriate," I told him, trying to get him to understand since the fact that I wasn't gay never seemed to work with him.

He sighed in resignation before going back to his seat. "Yes, your Beauty," he muttered, sulking slightly.

I rolled my eyes at him. "You can't honestly be jealous, Charles," I said, slightly exasperated.

He shrugged, not denying it. "Can you blame me? She's like a gorgeous mold of clay, slowly being formed into a work of art.”

I made no attempt to stop the smile that spread across my lips because he was right.

He sighed, disgruntled before lighting up his own cigar. "Tell me more about her?" he asked, and I raised an eyebrow, not fully convinced that he wanted to hear about her.

"How long have you two been together?" he pressed, and I gave in.

"A couple of months," I said, excluding the months where we saw each other professionally.

"And how long have you been in love with her?" he questioned, making me choke on the smoke I was exhaling.

I coughed, patting my chest until I got my breathing under control.

"Um...what?" I asked

"How long have you been in love with her?" he repeated.

I let out a long breath, thinking his question over for a second. "It's kind of a new development," I admitted.

He nodded. "Does she know?”

My mouth twisted slightly at his question, unsure as to how to answer the question clearly. "Well...I told her a few weeks ago that I was falling for her, but I haven't told her that I've stopped falling," I explained. "I'm honestly unsure if I am ready to tell her since this is still quite new for her.”

He cocked his head to the side in contemplation. "Explain," he demanded.

I opened my mouth to speak, wondering how I could explain it to him without really explaining it. "Our relationship started off as purely professional, but I guess you could say that it evolved into something more. She was going through a rough time, and she came to me, so we decided to get to know each other on a platonic base. She went through some real hardships before we started living together, and it's made her wary with her feelings. I know she trusts me, and right now, that's enough for me. I can't expect her to fall for me just because I've fallen for her, but I think she's getting there.”

"Really?”

"Yeah," I murmured, a small smile playing on my lips. "It's in the little things that she does that tell me that, while she isn't ready to say it, she's starting to feel it. I'm not going to pressure her into anything, though.”

He snorted. "I call bullshit," he said in a singsong voice.

"And why is that?" I asked, slightly put out.

"Oh, come on, Ed. We both know you have a defense mechanism against anything you are not wholly comfortable with admitting. You either say that you aren't ready for it, or whoever else isn't ready for it. “

I opened my mouth to protest, but found that he was absolutely right. "Fuck," I muttered. "You know how much I hate feeling vulnerable. Telling her that I'm falling in love with her and telling her that I'm in love with her may sound practically the same, but when you're the one saying it, I guarantee that it makes a world of difference," I told him, downing what was left of my drink.

He shrugged. "I probably wouldn't know, but how did she take it when you told you were falling for her?”

"She was surprised, but not overly shocked. A little dubious and panicked at first, but once I assured her that it wasn't the mind blowing sex that was making me say that, and that I didn't expect to say anything in return, she accepted it.”

"That doesn't sound overly bad," he said, optimistically. "She obviously isn't as damaged as you think, otherwise she would have run for the hills at the first sight of any kind of commitment. Love is about taking risks and making yourself vulnerable, Edward. Take a chance, she might surprise you.”

I let out a long breath. "I hate how right you are," I grumbled. "To think that you went from hitting on me to giving me advice on love.”

He smirked cockily. "I am a man of many talents. You of all people should remember that.”

I ignored his blatant sexual reference, choosing instead to focus on what he had said earlier. How did one profess his love in the first place?

Rose petals and candles sounded a little overboard and cliché, overused. I wanted something unique, yet just as special. I wanted it to represent us without it being generic and sappy.

I rolled my eyes at myself. I was telling her how I felt, not proposing.

"Any ideas as to how I should do it?" I asked him.

"Take this from someone who knows a lot about women, but almost nothing about love. Women are sentimental creatures. It isn't about the flowers and the champagne when you get to the heart of things. It's about giving yourself to someone wholly and completely. They probably compare it to losing their virginity. Sure, the heart shaped bed and the candles are a nice touch but when you get down and dirty, it's about how you do it and who you do it with. The rest is just an added bonus, but not completely necessary.”

I had no idea when he got so smart, but I lapped up the information greedily. "Anything else?”

"Timing. You can't just blurt it out...well, you can, but don't. Whatever you do, do not say it before, during or after sex, she won't take you seriously if you do. Hormones and post-coital bliss tends to wrack havoc with men's brain so don't go down that road. Make it intimate and show her you actually mean it. If she's had some bad experiences in the past, then you are going to need your actions to back up your words. Ease her into it.”

I nodded. "How do you know so much about something you claim you've never experienced?" I asked suspiciously.

He avoided my eyes and shrugged. "I thought I was in love once, but it didn't work out. It turns out that being bi-sexual makes women insecure about being enough for me.”

"What about Makenna?" I asked.

He sighed. "She's not into the idea of taking our relationship out of the playroom."

I raised my eyebrows. "And what are you doing to change that?”

His blank look told me everything I needed to know, and I rolled my eyes at him. "If there's anything that I've learned by being with my Bellezza is that you can't expect everything to fall in your lap, you have to fight for some things.”

He pulled a face. "Yeah, but if it backfires, then I lose a good Switch. Do you know how hard it is to find a woman who both tops and bottoms?”

I shrugged because I honestly didn't. "Nella vita: chi non risica, non rosica," I told him.

"You know, speaking Italian may get the women going, but I hate when you waffle on like a bloody idiot in a language I can't understand," he informed me.

I smirked at him. "It's my motto. It means 'In life: nothing ventured, nothing gained. Like you told me, sometimes you have to make yourself vulnerable and take the plunge, regardless of the 'what ifs.’”

"I thought I was giving you advice, not the other way around," he complained, snuffing out the end of his cigar on the ashtray placed on the coffee table between us.

"Looks like we both needed a little advice," I told him, looking over at the clock to see that we'd been talking for a lot longer than I had previously thought.

"It's getting late, and my Bellezza hates sleeping alone if she can avoid it," I said, stubbing my own cigar and wiped my hands on my slacks.

He waved me off. "Go on then. I can tell you're practically dying to get all up in that pussy.”

"You're disgusting," I told him, shoving his shoulder as I walked past him.

"It's all part of my charm," he called out after me.

I snorted and shook my head. How he managed to go from advice guru to a sixteen-year-old boy in the span of one conversation never ceased to amaze me. I guess no man ever truly grew up.

...

"Come on, Edward," Isabella urged, dragging me along behind her toward the shark tank. We were at the London Aquarium, spending our last day staring at sea creatures, per my Bellezza's request.

I honestly didn't find it all too interesting, but just looking at the childlike wonder on her face as she pressed up against the glass, trying to get a closer look was worth it.

She was practically giddy, spouting off facts and trivia about sharks from her book, and I played my part, pretending to find it absolutely fascinating. I ohhed andahhedin the right places, making her even more animated.

She soon got bored of the sharks and headed toward where the Arctic section, where the penguins were.

"I watched a documentary on penguins a few years ago," she informed me. "Did you know that once the egg is hatched, it's the males that keep it warm through the harsh winter?"

I hummed in acknowledgement, watching how the reflection of the water seemed to bath her in a glow of blue light. I sidled up behind her, resting my chin on her shoulder as I wrapped my arms around her waist.

"Fascinating," I murmured sarcastically, and she elbowed me lightly while I chuckled.

"Edward," she whined, not liking that I wasn't taking her seriously. I nuzzled her neck, loving the fact that I could be free with my affection toward her. There was hardly anyone here, and no one in England had a clue who I was, or if they did, they didn't give two shits about it.

I chuckled. "Sorry.”

She sighed, leaning back fully into my body. "Sometimes I wish I was a penguin," she mused. "Imagine the simplicity of it. Swimming and playing in the ocean, waddling around with barely a care in the world, it sounds like bliss.”

I sucked gently on the skin behind her ear, causing her to shiver. "Hmmm, heavenly," I answered distractedly.

"I'm going to miss this," she commented, continuing speaking before I could ask just what she would miss. "I love being able to actually be with you. I love how affectionate you are, even in public. I'm going to miss being free to do whatever I want with you, no matter if it's slightly indecent and in public.”

She sounded so wistful that it sent a spark right through my chest because I wanted to give her that. I slowly turned her around, pressing my forehead.

"I would give you that if I could, and, if you let me, I'll take you with me when my term ends and I leave, just so that I can do everything in my power to give you everything your heart desires," I murmured, raising a hand to stroke her cheek. She melted at my touch, leaning into it as her eyes fluttered.

It was as if her pouty lips called to me as I lowered my lips to them, placing a chaste kiss on her lips. "Isabella," I murmured, burying my face in her hair. "I've been waiting for the right time to say this, but when is there really a perfect moment to say it?”

I pulled back for a second, gazing into the swirling chocolate pools of her eyes. "I love you," I whispered, brushing my lips against her softly.

Her breath hitched at my words, and her lips parted slightly, sending a light exhale of breath over my face. She tensed up for a second, easing her face back enough so that she could search my face for the sincerity that accompanied my words.

"Edward..." she breathed, her body relaxing in my arms as tears shined in her eyes. Her mouth opened and closed, unsure as to what to say.

"I've been wanting to tell you for days, and I want us to have a future together. I've never met anyone like you in my life, and I've met a lot of people. You're quirky, cute, and messy to the point that it makes me want to pull my hair out at times. You're unique, special, my Bellezza, and my little girl. You've given me more than any woman has ever and, yes, I want your heart, but I'll wait- “

I wasn't quite sure from where the words were coming from, but once I started it seemed that I couldn't stop. Warmth flooded my veins, and it felt like I was exploding from the inside out. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach, and I felt like I was bursting with pent up emotion.

She placed a hand over my mouth, cutting me off with a shake of her head, a lone tear falling down her cheek. My heart stuttered, unsure of why she was shaking her head.

"I'm falling in love with you," she whispered, choking out a small laugh. "I don't know when it happened, and I don't know how, but sometime between when we met and now, I found out that I can't live without you. I need you so much that sometimes it's hard to breathe. I can't imagine my life without you. I don't need parts of you, I need all of you. I need you to spank me, to hurt me, to love me, to take care of me. I need to wake up every weekend to the annoying crinkling of your newspaper. I need to see that ridiculous pout you have when you're grumpy and fuck, I need my Papi more than anyone else.”

Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she furiously wiped them away, strained laughter leaving her as she tried to choke back her emotions, but even tear-stained and puffy, she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Maybe not in the conventional sense, but when had convention ever had a real hold on me and how I saw the world?

Unable to take another minute with all these swirling emotions, I grasped her face roughly between my hands and crushed my lips to hers, kissing her passionately. It was as if my mind had been wiped clean of any other thought that didn't revolve around her, and I was powerless to do anything but focus on her.

I hated to sound like a pussy, but in that moment, I swear I felt like crying. Not from sadness, but from explicit joy and relief.

Too long I had spent pining for something tangible.

Too long I had yearned for acceptance of who I was.

Too long I had let society try and expose me for something I wasn’t.

If someone like Isabella could fall for me, faults and fetishes, then I could say with strict confidence that there was nothing wrong with me.

I liked what I liked, and I wasn't going to feel guilty for that.

She whimpered against my mouth as our hands groped furiously, suddenly unable to get enough of each other. I wanted to climb inside her skin and make my home in there. I wanted to rip her apart and put her back together again. It was a violent, vicious need that I hadn't expected. It also wanted to claim her in ways that, before today, had been impossible. It wanted me to make love to her, to caress every inch her of silken skin until she trembled and shattered, my name on her lips.

I tore my lips away from hers reluctantly, and she grasped my hair, immediately trying to bring me back. I pressed a finger to her lips, silently asking her to wait a moment. She kissed my finger, but looked up at me expectantly, waiting for me to lead her, to guide her toward the next step.

"Come with me," I urged her, grasping her hand and practically running through the tunnels of the aquarium.

"Where are we going?" she asked breathlessly as we burst out of the entrance into the warm afternoon. I quickly hailed a taxi, pulling her along with me.

"The Marriott," I instructed before turning back to her.

"We're going somewhere private so that I can kiss and touch every inch of your delectable body," I murmured, placing open-mouthed kisses along the column of her neck as my hands slipped under the hem of her dress. Her breathing was choppy as my fingers slipped between her thighs, forcing her to part them. "I'm going to make love to you until you can't keep your eyes open for another second.”

She grasped my knee, her nails digging into my skin as her head tilted to give me more access. I scraped my teeth along the line of her jaw before blowing gently on the sensitive skin behind her ear. A shudder ripped through her body, and one of her hands threaded through my hair, pulling me closer until our lips molded against each other.

It took every ounce of restraint not to strip her down and take her right there and then in the back of the taxi. Thankfully, we pulled up in front of the hotel before the urge managed to break free. I quickly payed the taxi driver and headed inside, towing Isabella behind me.

"Welcome to the Marriott...”

"Can we get a room?" I asked impatiently, cutting off the chirpy hotel clerk before she really got into her long spiel of good tidings and happiness.

Her bright smile faltered slightly, but she held herself together. "Do you have a reservation, Sir?" she asked.

I shook my head. "No. How much for a room?”

I think she finally got that I wasn't in the mood for pleasantries because she focused her attention on the computer.

"Well, our deluxe suites go from 167 pounds per night, but we have special packages..." she rambled on, and I was slowly losing the end of my patience. Isabella laid a hand on my arm and gave me a small smile, telling me without words that she would take care of this.

"Hey, Victoria is it?" she said calmly. "Me and my...boyfriend here just need a nice suite with a bed for the night. Do you understand what I'm saying?”

Victoria suddenly seemed to notice our lack of luggage and the implications of Isabella's subtle hint. Her eyes widened and she blushed slightly, clearing her throat as she tried to regain her professionalism.

"Oh, of course. I can have you booked into a suite with a king sized bed if you'd like," she said, looking almost nervous at this point. I pulled out my wallet and handed over my black AMEX card.

"That would be great," Isabella reassured her as she took my card and did the necessary process to get us a room.

"You'll be in room 132 on the third floor," she informed us as she handed over a key card along with my card. I pocketed my card before grabbing Isabella's hand and heading toward the bank of elevators.

"Enjoy your stay!" Victoria called out after us as we stepped into the elevator. As soon as the doors were closed, I attacked Isabella, pressing her back against the far wall and smashing my lips to hers. She squeaked in surprise but soon melted into my touch. She hitched her leg over my hip, pulling me further into her as I placed my hands on either side of her head.

I barely registered reaching our floor, only the incessant buzzing of the doors managed to pull me out of the fog of lust. I practically sprinted to our room, sliding in the key card and stumbling inside, slamming the door behind us. We stood there, in the entrance of our suite, simply staring at each other.

The air was charged with electricity, sparking and sizzling as we breathed shallowly, suddenly at a loss as to how to do this. This was new territory for the both of us, and I wasn't quite sure how to proceed. I raked a hand through my hair, not quite believing that I was nervous.

The truth of the matter was that I had never made love before. The act of making love had always been an impossibility for me. Sure, I had faked it, but you couldn't make love without giving all of yourself to someone, something that I had never been able to do.

The incentive to make love had never really been there for me since I had never truly been in love, not fully and completely.

I watched as Isabella rolled her bottom lip into her mouth, her teeth sinking into the soft skin as she gazed up at me, a hint of nervousness shining in her eyes.

"I've never done this before," she finally admitted, and I could see that she wanted me to lead her into the uncharted territory. My hands wrapped around the curves of her hips, and I tugged her body toward me.

"Just relax," I murmured, my lips hovering over hers for a long moment before I captured her mouth into a soft, slow kiss. I pushed her backward toward the bed as I carefully applied more pressure to the kiss, giving her more of my passion. I deepened the kiss, being thorough in my need to show her how I felt, not just in words but in actions also.

Her hands rested on my shoulders as she returned the kiss with equal fervor, her wet, warm tongue tentatively stroked alongside mine, skimming and teasing it. We kissed deeply and passionately, our thoughts and fears falling away as we gave in to the call of our bodies. Our hands started wandering, and I pulled down the zipper of her dress that ran along her side, thankful that it was strapless as I tugged it down, leaving her just her panties and heels.

I hissed as her nails scratched my stomach, her hands pulling up my polo shirt, forcing our lips to separate so that she could pull it over my head. Her heat of her hands burned me as they traveled over my chest, heading down toward my belt.

I was so drunk on the feel of her lips, her taste, and her scent, that my body practically trembled with lust.

My thumb swept over the hem of her panties, rubbing the skin above it softly. She arched into my touch, whimpering as her eyes fluttered closed and her chest flushed. "Please," she begged, moaning, and I was incapable of not giving her what she craved. I hooked my fingers under the edges of her panties, pulling them down her thighs, sinking to my knees in the process.

She gasped, her hands going to my hair for balance as I nuzzled my face against her pussy, the scent of it heady as I inhaled it. My hands caressed her legs, snaking down to her foot before gently lifting it, sliding her heel off her foot as I kissed her thigh softly. I lifted her leg over my shoulder, bringing her body closer to me.

Her grip on my hair tightened as I lifted her other foot, making her balance precariously as I slid it off and hooked her leg over my shoulder. I leaned, bringing her down slowly with me until I lay on the floor with her poised above my face. I didn't give a fuck about the bed that was mere feet away from me as I urged her hips forward.

I kissed her folds, my tongue making languid strokes across her clit as I licked and tasted everything that she was freely offering me. My hands cupped the firm cheeks of her ass as I held her to me, my tongue worshiping at the alter of her body. Her cries and keens of pleasure were breathless and light as she rocked against my face.

I was drowning in her pussy, completely surrounded and high on it. I could feel her thighs tensing and releasing on either side of my face, squeezing and clinging to it as I sucked her clit as deep into my mouth as I could.

"Edward," she moaned, and I allowed a groan to escape me, my hips bucking up, seeking relief that wasn't there. I throbbed, strained and leaked with arousal, but I forced myself to focus singularly on her.

I ran my tongue through her labia before dipping it into her entrance, fucking her with my tongue. She was unrestrained and loud as her hips rocked and rolled, and I didn't have to be able to see her to know that she was beautiful when consumed by the pleasure that I gave her.

I could feel by the way her walls clenched around my tongue that she close. My nails dug into the pliable flesh of her ass, the muscles of my arms straining for control as I ate her out. The heat, the taste, the thick scent of arousal, it was all her. I wanted nothing more than to stay there forever, my face buried between her legs, her sweet ambrosia coating my tongue.

Her thighs quivered and shook as she came, her juices flooding my mouth and dripping down my chin. My name fell from her lips in a mantra, but I didn't stop licking, sucking and lapping at her. It was almost as if I couldn't, and I silently rejoiced as another orgasm followed the first when I scraped my teeth over her already sensitive clit.

"Please...no more," she groaned out, lifting up onto her knees away from my face. I tried to follow, but she pressed her hands into my shoulder, holding me back. I released her from my hold, almost whimpering as the slick heat of her pussy disappeared from view. My tongue darted out, cleaning up what was left of her juices from my face.

She sat on my stomach, the plump globes of her tits flushed and heaving. Her pupils were so dilated that they seemed black, and she looked as if she wanted to eat me alive.

Her nails scraped over my chest, the sting making me arch up, a groan fresh on my lips. I hissed as they ran over my nipples, my neck craned to the side as they continued up until she grabbed fistfuls of my hair. I could feel the ghost of her nails on my skin and knew that there would marks.

There was nothing measured about the kiss we shared when our lips smashed together. Our teeth clanged, our tongue wound sloppily, it was harsh but so fucking passionate. Our lips seemed to meld together, fusing to each other as the kiss intensified, getting harder and more forceful.

My hands were rough as they palmed her tits, my fingers twisting and plucking at the swollen buds of her nipples. She cried out loudly as I bit down on her lip, drawing it away from her mouth before releasing it.

"Please, Edward, I need you," she pleaded wantonly, and I rolled us over so that I hovered over her, my body covering hers completely. Her hands scrambled at my pants, yanking at my belt as I nipped and kissed down her collarbone. I swirled my tongue around her nipples, her taste exploding on my tongue as I drew her tit into my mouth, suckling on it. I raised my hips slightly, giving her more room to pull my pants down my thighs, along with my boxers.

"Please," she keened, arching her chest further forward as I paid her tits their due attention. Her hips bucked up wildly as I rubbed my cock through her folds, trying to find the strength to not just shove my cock into her pussy.

I wanted, no, needed to be inside of her. I didn't give a fuck about the fact that my pants were resting on my thighs, or the fact that we were on the floor. None of it mattered. What mattered was that this was us, nothing and no one else could infiltrate this moment. It was ours, and that was what made it so special.

A strained groan left me as her hot, little hands wrapped around my cock, stroking the engorged, throbbed skin. She brought it to her entrance, positioning the tip where it longed to be. Every argument as to why I shouldn't take her like this, right here on the floor fled my mind, and I pushed myself up my elbows, my eyes shooting up to hers.

Our eyes met, and the silence of the moment seemed to descend on us. She gave me a subtle nod, and I broke free, easing my way into her body slowly.

I'd heard countless stories of how making love should feel. I'd rolled my eyes at the talk of fireworks and every other cliché that had been said, but now I got it. I'm not saying that I saw or felt what they described, but I understood why they chose those analogies, because making love to Isabella felt like someone had gotten an electric plug and charged me with it.

The amount of emotion that flooded me, zipping through my veins almost made me gasp. Nothing could have prepared me for the violent, loving feelings that washed through me. I understood why hate and love were so closely intertwined as my mind pulled me in two completely different directions.

One part wanted me to destroy her, to sink my teeth into her flesh and rip her into a million shreds, while the other wanted to hold her, love her, and protect her from everything. I squeezed my eyes shut as I struggled to get a hold of my emotions, my mind warring with each other.

I tensed as I felt her hand cup my cheek, the heat of it saturating my skin, slowly unfurling me. I let out a breath I hadn't realized that I was holding and leaned into her touch, opening my eyes to look at her. I could see the same war in her eyes, and I sucked in a deep breath, hoping that it would help soothe and clear my mind.

I leaned my forehead against hers before slowly pulling my hips back and thrusting back in. My shoulders rolled with tension, and I was trembling with every emotion that ripped through me. Her hips lifted to meet mine as we slowly integrated ourselves into a dance older than time.

Nothing but her filtered into my conscious. The way she reacted to me, synchronizing her movements with mine as she responded to me. Each thrust brought forth a surge of something undeniable, yet unexplainable.

It was consuming, overwhelming, too much yet not enough at the same time. It tugged and yanked at my insides, refusing to be ignored now that the floodgates had opened.

It wanted.

It needed.

It took.

It gave.

And I was powerless to try and stop it.

"Oh god," I breathed as a shudder made a jagged path down my spine, branding this moment in me forever.

It seemed as though her hands were everywhere at once, touching, digging, and scraping at my skin as she tried to burrow her way under it. I was sure that she had drawn blood, but I couldn't find it in me to care nor could I blame her for it.

My mouth was needy as it took her lips up into a kiss, pulling her bottom lip into my mouth and sucking on it. She whimpered, her mouth just as eager as mine, and bucked more forcefully, making me slide in deeper.

My hips flexed, drawing back slowly until only the tip was inside her before plunging back in. It was a slow, unhurried pace, measured but with enough force to convey what couldn't be said with words.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, trying to draw me even closer as her feet dug into my ass, but it was quickly becoming clear that no matter close we got, it would never be enough.

"More," she mewled desperately against my mouth, small whimpers escaping her as her eyes fluttered shut. Her hands wound themselves in my hair as she let her head fall back, her back bowing off the floor as I raised myself up higher, increasing the pace.

We were a mess.

There was no other way to describe how we reacted to each other. Crying out and moaning as if we were experiencing a deep-seated pain that could not be extinguished. We were sweating and trembling, our senses on an overload as each push and pull brought us closer to the peak.

The sparks of pleasure seemed to burn and tingle against my skin, the hairs on my arms rising in response. My heart beat loudly in my ears, only eclipsed by sounds of her cries and pants as we attempted to devour one another, fully and completely.

"I'm close," she mumbled against my mouth, and I reached a hand between us, slipping it between her slick folds until I found the plump, swollen flesh of her clit.

She keened, her head thrashing from side to side as I increasing the pressure of my strokes on her clit. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she chanted as she quivered, her hair sticking to her sweaty forehead as she gave herself over the pleasure. Her walls drew me in deeper as they collapsed around me, grasping onto my cock tightly.

Unable to take the pressure that surrounded me, it didn't take long for me to follow, my bellow of unrestrained pleasure bouncing off the walls. I barely had the presence of mind to not collapse on top of her, my arms shaking with exertion as my head dipped down, finding its home between her tits.

It was only when my spent cock slipped from her body that I rolled off her, groaning as my muscles protested. I kicked off my pants that were still around my knees, taking my socks and shoes off with it. I folded my arms behind my head as she curled up next to me, her head on my chest, content to just replay the last hour in my mind.

"That was different," Isabella commented as I traced patterns up and down her back.

I hummed in agreement. "That it was, but not necessarily in a bad way.”

"Could have gone without the carpet burn though," she muttered, and I couldn't help but snicker at her.

She slapped my stomach. "It isn't funny. How am I supposed to go out in public with my back looking like I've sunburned?”

"Well, if I had my way, you wouldn't need to go out at all," I told her with a hint of amusement.

She rolled her eyes, but the smile on her lips belayed her annoyance. "Next thing you know, you'll want me barefoot, pregnant and in the kitchen," she grumbled.

I cocked my head, not minding that imagery. "You'd have to give up your obsession with heels and take some cooking lessons," I joked. "I can help you with the pregnant part though.”

I waggled my eyebrows suggestively at her, but she ignored me, choosing instead to get up and pad toward the en suite. I was slightly excited over the fact that a future was now something we could talk about with more depth, but my sole focus in that moment was the way her hips swayed with each step and how I wouldn't mind taking a bite out of her ass.

"Gonna join me?" she asked, pausing in the doorway, all coy and innocent as she swept her hair up off her neck. My eyes snapped up to hers, and I licked my suddenly dry lips.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," I vowed, picking myself off the floor and following her into the bathroom and into the start of what seemed to be a limitless future.