He halts his movements. He was just about to unbutton his fly. “Your grandmother’s?”
“Yep.” From the look on his face, I’d better leave off the part about it being my mom’s too.
“We’re not doing this for the first time in your grandma’s bed.” He reaches his hand out for me to take. I don’t know what he’s doing, but I’ll go along. He tugs on it until I’m out of bed and standing in front of him. Looking down at me, he focuses on my chest. “Hands down, my love, you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” With a kiss on my nose, he pulls me out of my room and down the hallway to Isaac’s old bedroom. Inside, he leads me to the bed. Isaac’s bed is a double and newer than mine and squeak-free.
As Nash pulls back the quilt, he says, “It’s bigger, and I assume it doesn’t cry out for help whenever you’re on top of it.”
I want to giggle, but then Nash quickly finishes opening his fly and my giggles stop. He pushes the jeans, along with his underwear, down past his… his penis, over his thick thighs, and down to the floor. Kicking them to the side, he steps my way. I know this because my eyes are on his penis, and I can’t help noticing it getting closer. And closer. It’s pointing right at me, and it looks a little angry, to be honest. It’s rigid and all shades of red and purple.
Once Nash is in front of me, he takes one of his fingers and brings it to my chin, helping me lift my head until our eyes meet. I know he knows I was staring at his, well, his dick, so I’m just going to say it. “You look like you’re bigger than average.”
He tugs my panties down, letting them fall to the floor, as he responds. “I’ve never compared.”
I’d call bull crap on that, but I decide this isn’t the time to tell him I know guys better than that. Right now, I need to focus on this man.Myman.
Oh my gosh.My man. I know I gasp out loud the second the thought enters my mind because Nash asks, “What’s wrong?”
With confidence I didn’t know I had, I reach down and take him in hand. I run my palm up then down slowly so I can feel what he’s like. “You’re my man,” I say, looking into his pretty eyes.
Nash’s breathing has picked up since I placed my hand around him, so when he says, “And you’re my woman,” it sounds all growly and sexy.
And then, it all happens at once. I’m on my back on Isaac’s bed in a millisecond, and Nash is kneeling on the floor with his body between my open thighs. “You’re finally fucking mine, Isabelle.” He latches onto my breast, and we’re back to the place we were in my bedroom, minus the squeaking bed.
33
Nash
I’m finally rightwhere I’ve been fantasizing about for months. The two of us naked and me between Isabelle’s legs. It’s heaven, and I haven’t even done all the things I want to do with her yet. Her breasts are spectacular. I’ve never seen a body like hersin my life, not even when I used to watch porn. She’s curvy and soft and smells of sweet honey and, I swear to you, cinnamon.
God, I love cinnamon.
“I want you, Isabelle,” I say as I move to her neglected breast. I wrap my mouth around her and moan as I suckle. Fucking cinnamon.
“Nash,” my woman says, all breathless and shit, “I want you too.”
I’ve literally fantasized about this moment a million times. As my hands skim her soft skin, I begin to kiss her, starting between her tits. Then I move down her stomach. I lick at her belly button and keep moving down. I place my nose at her apex and inhale. Sweet as fuck. Swiping my tongue over her wet slit, I revel in her taste.
I feel her try to wriggle away, so I stop to look up at her. “Babe? What’s wrong?”
“Um….” I can see her face blush. “I, uh….”
“You’re not sure about what I’m doing?”
She nods. “And, I’ve never––“
I stare into her pretty eyes. That cannot be possible. “You’re a virgin, Isabelle?”
She nods slowly.
It does seem impossible that a woman like Isabelle is untouched, but the macho asshole inside of me couldn’t be more thrilled by that information. I’ll be the only one she’ll ever know like this. Damn, my dick just got harder. “I’ll take this slow, Isabelle.” Sitting back on my heels, I smile at her. “I’m about to taste you. I want you to come on my mouth. Is that okay with you?”
“But… do you like that?” She uses her head to point down at herself.
“I fucking love it. You taste perfect.” I’ve always liked oral, but now that it’s with Isabelle, I don’t think I’ll ever think of it the same way. She lies back on the bed, and I feel her legs relax and open wider for me. I take that as a good sign, and I’m back up, leaning over her center. Using my thumbs, I open her up and stare down at her pink, wet pussy. “Perfect.”
I lick first; then I kiss each lip. When her clit peeks out, I move to that and first lick, then suck on it gently. Now her wriggling has more to do with the sensations. “You like this?” I ask as I use my thumb to circle the hard, little nub.
“Y-Yes.”
