My head tosses back as Isaac’s mouth moves off mine and over my exposed throat. My hair tickles over my back as he licks the inked parts of my skin, the tattoos that he loves so much. His tongue feels amazing, it reminds me of how incredible it feels when he’s plunging it into me. Deeply, feeling me everywhere.
“Oh fuck, Isaac, you feel…” I gush, needing to express my emotions. “You’re perfect.”
I tug off my robe and pull my spaghetti strap top up over my head, revealing my bare breasts. The way that Isaac’s eyes light up causes the hair on the back of my neck to stand on edge. I’ve missed this, the way that he always looks at me like I’m the best thing in the world, like I’m hot as all hell. I love it. I love him.
God, it feels so wonderful to admit that aloud. To know he feels it too.
His hands run hungrily all over my breasts until he finds my nipples. There he tugs and teases until there are noises flying out my mouth like crazy. I’m practically screaming already.
“Your mouth,” I pant out. “I want your mouth, all over me.”
He doesn’t need to be asked twice, he leans down and puts his lips on my breasts, his teeth grazing over me. I shudder, it’s a weird pleasure, a painful sensation, but I surprisingly like it.
I need him and I need him now. I reach down and fiddle with his zipper, desperate to get my hands on his cock. I’ve missed the feel of him between my fingers, in my mouth, inside of me…
Now I get to experience that all the time. Now I get him all to myself forever more.
“I love you,” I murmur into his ear, my breath brushing over his skin. “So much.”
“Mmm, I love you too, Lexi. You have no idea.”
I manage to pull his erection free, and I gasp with excitement as I hold him. Fuck, he feels so good. I have missed him so much. I honestly don’t know how I would have been able to live the rest of my life without feeling this ever again. As I rub him between my fingers and he moans with sheer excitement, my whole body throbs with bliss. I just can’t stop looking at him, admiring him, wanting him. As he flops back against the couch and his eyes fall closed, I smirk to myself gleefully. I love having this power over Isaac, knowing he’s mine. I can almost feel him inside of me already, sending me spinning into that blissful place.
It gets to a point where I can’t stand it anymore, the need for him gets too intense, so I shrug my panties off, and I angle myself over him. He grips my hips, needing to drive into me already, but I want to tease him for a couple of moments longer. I rest my forehead against his, and giggle happily, my hand hooked around his neck.
“I guess there’s no point in fussing about protection now, is there?”
His eyes flicker up to me and I can see the smile in his gaze. “I guess not. Not that it’s a bad thing…”
“No.” I feel the swell of life in my stomach once more. “It’s a good thing.”
He kisses me. Softly at first, but then it quickly becomes more intense, more passionate, deeper. I can’t hold back any longer, so I slide down onto him, angle him perfectly so he hits all the right spots. This is phenomenal, he fills me up, nothing feels better than this man’s delicious cock sliding in and out of me.
“Fucking hell, Isaac,” I cry out. “You feel phenomenal.”
All the blood rushes rapidly to my ears, the more that the pressure of pleasure builds, the harder my heart beats, the closer I can feel myself being pushed towards the edge, about to tumble… I cling to Isaac, holding onto his arms hard, needing to remain upright. As I crumble, Isaac holds onto my hips, helping me to grind against him, ride him in the best way possible. I can feel the intensity in him too, he’s close, driving to the edge…
We buckle and crumble together, falling hard and fast, our sweaty writhing bodies crashing together. We scream and yell together, calling out each other’s names, drowning.
The orgasm hits me hard, it swallows me up and completely consumes me. All I can think about is Isaac, our future, and how wonderful it can be for us. As every cell explodes, every fiber in my body wants him and only him. This is the start for us, a brand new beginning where anything is possible… and we’re going to face it together.
Once we are both finished falling apart, I collapse on the couch next to him and slip my fingers into his hand, loving the way that his skin feels against mine. The all too familiar electrical shocks race through my skin.
“So, where do we go from here?” I ask him with a giggle. “Do we
need to make a plan?”
“Are you going to come back to work?” he asks. I nod in confirmation. “Good, then we can spend time together there, and out of work when you aren’t with Jane… although she actually asked me to come with you sometime…”
“She did?! Oh wow, Jane must really like you.”
“She told me that she was actually vouching for me all along, and she thinks I’ll be good for you…”
I laugh and shake my head. “What the hell happened when you two met? This is nuts. I don’t know how comfortable I am. I would much rather have been there to navigate how it goes.”
“Well, it’s a bit late for that now. We’ve met.” His hand rests idly against my belly and although there isn’t a bump there yet, I’m sure that he can feel the life blooming inside of me as well. “Does she know?”
I shake my head once more. “No, not yet. I want to tell her face to face, but she hasn’t let me see her. I guess that’s the news I will share with her tomorrow. I wonder what she’ll think…” All of a sudden, my eyes snap up. “How did she look, when you saw her? Did she look really sick or is she improving?”