"Colour?" I ask, concerned he might have spooked at something.
"Oh, it’s a definite green," he laughs. "I just want to take my time. I’ve pictured these so many times since you came back, but Jesus, Iz, they’re so much better in real life."
A little laugh escapes me as I watch his face, his fingers slowly tracing the lace of my bra, his thumb brushing over my hard nipples. He sits forward, bringing his lips down to my breasts, kissing them while massaging them. His touch is warm and firm, leaving me in total ecstasy. I sit back, my hands on his knees behind me, arching my spine as my head drops backwards to focus on the sensations he’s giving me. I can feel my underwear becoming soaked.
I need him on me, in me.
I want him all over me.
Sitting forward, I unclasp my bra, giving James full access. His eyes flare with lust, his hands gripping me firmer now, making me gasp. I breathe deep, trying to
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regain control as I start to unbutton his shirt, my fingers fumbling. A peek of a tattoo on his chest becomes visible.
"Iz. Stop. Red," he gasps. I freeze. Oh God, did I take it too far?
"James, are you okay? What’s wrong?" My voice is strangled with concern.
"No, I wanted to check in with you. Are you okay? Do you want to do this? Are you sure?"
Relief floods me, grateful he took a moment before we got carried away.
"Honestly, this wasn’t my plan. I was thinking about making out, some basic obedience, stuff like that… But James…" I breathe heavily. "Right now, I need you inside me. Please."
My inner horny college girl screams with excitement. She never thought, in a million years, she’d ever actually get to do this with James, let alone see him without a shirt on. And he’s more than she ever imagined. That awkward girl is long gone. I’m a woman now, and I know exactly what I want.
His eyes linger on mine for a beat before his mouth crashes against mine again. His hands move down to grab my ass, squeezing. His lips pull away, trailing kisses down my neck.
Yes, Miss
"Birth control implant," I pant. "And I’m assuming your test results are up to date?"
He nods, grunting “Yes.” I jump up off the sofa and take a breath.
"James, stand up." He obeys immediately. I step up to him and slowly unbutton his shirt, steadying my breathing as I slip it off. His tattoos become clear now; a tapestry of trees, mountains, and a river running down the valley between his abs. Soft dark hair sprinkles over his chest. I knew under his shirt he was well-built, but oh my God, he’s so fine.
He’s solid, not sharply defined muscle, but strength
and tone are evident under his soft but firm torso. So hot. His shoulders are thick with muscle, and he’s all man. Built like a rugby player, not some gym-bunny Insta model. He screams mature masculinity with his thick frame, and I’m here for every delicious inch of it.
My fingers trail over his chest, the soft hair tickling my fingertips, goosebumps rising under my touch. As I drift down between his abs, his breath hitches, and I look up into his face. His jaw is clenched, eyes closed, as if he’s fighting every urge to touch me.
"You’re doing so well, James," I murmur. "You’re perfect."
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Chapter 23
James
Watching Isabelle like this, I feel like I’m in a daze. Having her straddle me, her thick thighs wrapped around me and her soft, rounded ass cheeks in my hands is more than I could have dreamed of. Soft, warm flesh yields under my fingertips. Her fingers leave a trail of fire over my skin, burning me up from the inside.
Her kisses feel intense and all-consuming. Having her strip my shirt feels like a final layer of my defences being stripped away. All I want to do is touch her, take her, fuck her seven ways from Sunday, make her all mine, but this? This is new. This is what I’ve always wanted, craved.
Hearing her whisper softly to me as she undresses me tests my restraint. But my drive, my need to please her, is overwhelming. I want her to look at me with pleasure in those sapphire eyes. I want to know I’m the one giving her this satisfaction. I clench my hands, my nails digging into my palms, keeping me focused.
Yes, Miss
