“I’m not sure if that’s a safe word or a hint.”
“Can’t it be both?”
I chuckle against her shoulder, trailing a line of kisses from the ball of her joint along the curve into the side of her neck.
“Do you want me to stop?”
She shakes her head. “No.”
I draw back, my eyes closing at the sensation of her tight, tight muscles dragging against me, then I plunge forward again, burying myself deep inside her. As I slowly increase the pace of my thrusts, I reach around to caress her breasts, pulling at the nipples and working them between my thumb and finger, adjusting the pressure in response to her compelling vocals.
“You feel so good,” I tell her, moving my hand from her breast to her face, to wipe back her loose strands of hair until I can read her expression, see the changes as I work inside her. I press a gentle kiss to her cheek as she bears down on me, the buzzing back on, working her ever closer to her goal. “How does it feel to have me inside you?”
“It’s so full,” she whispers, eyelids fluttering as I thrust again. “You stretch me out so much.”
“You remember your safe word?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to use it?”
“No.” She reaches up to grab the arm holding her shoulders. “I’m okay,” she whispers. “I’m okay.”
I smooth the hairs back from her forehead again, then move my hand to clasp her arse cheek, squeezing before I give her a quick smack. “Who does this belong to?”
“It’s yours.”
Her voice is so quiet, lost as she gives herself over to the pain and the pleasure. I feel like a bully as I pluck the remote from her hand. “I can’t hear you. You’ll have to say it louder.”
“You. It belongs to you.” I flick the switch, nudging the intensity higher until Isabelle is gasping, grasping the bedclothes in her fist, and shoving her delicious rear back against me. “All of me belongs to you.”
I change the remote to my other hand, grasping her by the hips as I plunge into her, harder, faster, feeling her tight ring of muscle squeeze me until I can’t hold back, hitting the remote as I come deep in her arse, making her follow me over the edge a second later.
She collapses so sweetly, I gather her into a bundle, rocking back and forth as I nudge the toy back down the levels, then shut it off entirely.
I ease out of her and roll her to face me, covering her face in kisses before I press my mouth against hers, losing myself all over again while I come down from my post coital high.
“You’re okay?” I check, stroking her back like she’s a giant kitten.
“Mm-hm,” she agrees with a contented sigh. “Although, that’s no way to get a girl pregnant.”
“You’re right,” I say, gathering her even closer, one leg thrown over the side of her thigh to pinion her into place. “Next time you’ll have to give me directions.”
“Ha. Typical bloke.”
Minutes later, I’m close to dozing when she asks, “Was that necklace really new or were you just saying that to annoy Alice?”
I snag my trousers off the floor and pull out my phone, flicking through the diary. “Here.” I show her the receipt for the jewellery, holding my thumb over the total. “None of it was true. She’s just very good at getting into people’s heads.”
“Yeah, she is.”
“And just to lay it all out in the open now, I’m not dressing you in her old cast-off clothes or trying to make you look like her. Apart from the first night, when I gave you something of Meri’s to wear, everything has been picked out just for you.”
There’s still a cautious look to her eye. “But it is her style.”
“Or she’s adopted my style or that of the various salespeople who fulfil my requests. Who knows?”
Isabelle snuggles silently for another few minutes but it’s not her forte. Soon she asks, “Why would she want to get inside my head?”
