When Isabelle looks down at me, her cheeks are flushed, and her bright blue eyes are clouded with lust. She moves her legs over my arms, aligning her body over mine. With her hands on my jaw, she kisses me deeply, so profoundly that it wraps around my heart, making every beat for her.
My hands move down her sides, coasting over her arsecheeks, and dipping between her legs. I grab onto her thighs and pull them over my hips, settling her above my dick. Her hot, bare pussy slides against me, making me groan.
Her hips begin to move, and my hands roam over the globes of her arse, encouraging her. Isabelle glides easily up and down my cock, leaving a trail of her arousal.
We move lazily, pushing and pulling like it’s a dance we’ve done a thousand times. It’s a sense of comfort I want to last a lifetime. My dick begins to throb, insisting he be put out of his misery and granted the refuge of Isabelle’s body.
I tilt my hips up when she’s hovering over my tip, nudging her entrance. Her eyes fly to mine, and holding her breath, she slides down onto me. Her mouth drops as she takes in every barbell.
I gently push on her hips as I thrust up into her, holding myself in as deep as I can go. Her eyes drift closed with a sigh. I can’t stop looking at her as I ease in and out, feeling every bare inch as her walls flutter around me.
“Give me your eyes, Buttercup. Let me see the moment you come for me.”
She does as I ask, without losing her momentum. We crash against each other, breaths turning heavy, need turning rampant.
She pushes against the mattress, sitting tall above me, and starts to ride. Lifting onto her knees, she slams back down, claiming another orgasm.
“That’s it, baby.”
My words spur her on, and she flicks her hips faster. With her hands braced on my ribs, right below where her name sits, Isabelle cries out, taking me with her.
I feel my body lock, fire spreading through my veins as my hands wrap around her wrists. Cum shoots harder than I’ve ever felt before, dizzying my head as I fill Isabelle with my release. She rocks over me, taking every last drop before she collapses onto my chest.
I close my eyes as my heart slows down, and my fingers trail through Isabelle’s long, soft curls and all the way down her back. With her weight settled over me, it’s the first time in nearly a week I feel at peace.
“I’m going to do everything in my power to protect you. Both of you.”
Isabelle crosses her arms over my chest, propping her chin on her forearms.
“I know.” She says the words so easily, but then doubt crosses her face. “Are you okay with all this? I know it’s unexpected.” She puffs out a chuckle. “It definitely caught me by surprise.”
My hand keeps rubbing up and down her back. “It’s unexpected, but in the best way.”
“Yeah?”
“I mean, we did kinda play fuck around and find out the night of the ball. I tried to be responsible, but my dick had other ideas.”
She buries her head against my chest as she laughs. “When I realised earlier that I had skipped a period, I was trying to thinkhow it could have happened. Then I remembered the night of the ball. How much I begged for you to keep going.” She grimaces, looking away. “I think a few days after that was when I had the food poisoning too.”
With a finger under her chin, I guide her eyes back to mine. “We both wanted each other just as badly that night.”
“Can I ask you something?”
I kiss the top of her head. “Anything.”
“Why are you wearing my necklace?”
I think my heart just stopped. “Anything but that.”
Isabelle pinches my side, then props up on one arm, staring down at the pink stone resting against my chest.
“I thought I lost it in the accident,” she mutters.
“It fell off in the car,” I say, holding the stone in my fingers. “Hope you don’t mind that I borrowed it.”
When she looks at me, I feel a riot of emotions, so many that I can’t latch on to a single one. I just know they’re all good.
“Anything you want from me is yours, Grim.” I don’t deserve her, but like fuck am I giving her up. “You’re with me in this, right?”
