Immense emotions coursed through my body, and I couldn’t find the words to speak. Her stare melted as she continued to kiss me. I could feel her thoughts raging a war in her mind when she wrapped her legs around my waist.
“Where’s my girl?” I rasped into her ear. “Where’s my Isla?”
“I’m right here.”
With her hands framing my face, she kissed me. “I want you,” she moaned.
Every blush of her face, every moan from her lips had my cock throbbing in pain, dying to be inside her.
Our connection.
Our friendship.
Our love.
She locked her arms around my neck, and we kissed, shutting out the whole world. It was just the two of us, and I never wanted to leave.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I growled. “Fuck… you feel good,” I groaned. “There’s my girl.”
Something took over me. This primal urge wreaked havoc in the agonizing rhythm of how we were kissing.
There was no holding back.
No fighting it.
We were making love with our mouths, and I knew right then and there… nothing would ever compare to her.
To us.
I spent most of my life trying to fill this void, this hole, this empty feeling inside me. Never realizing it was useless. She owned me, and I willingly gave my heart to her.
Not once asking for it back.
CHAPTER
EIGHTEEN
ISLA
He slowly parted his lips,beckoning me to do the same. I followed his lead, imitating the pace he set. His tongue traced my swollen lips, and it left the craziest sensation in its wake. A tingly fire that only he could put out. I’d never be able to lick my lips and not think of this very moment. It would be lodged next to my heart, where he belonged.
I pulled back my tongue, and he took it as an open invitation to gently push his into my awaiting mouth. Seeking mine out, he turned this kiss into something more.
I was his girl.
I had always beenhisgirl.
A soft moan escaped my mouth as he pecked my lips one last time, gradually pulling away from me and leaving me breathless and wanting more. My eyes fluttered open, instantly locking with his hypnotizing stare that answered every question I needed to know, every emotion I needed to feel, every expression I needed to see.
It was all written right there in front of me.
Taking breaths in between, he pleaded, “I want to lose myself inside you.” He kissed me again—deeper, more urgent, and demanding.
His hand moved from clutching my thigh and began roaming. It started in my hair and traveled down to my face as I writhed and moaned beneath him, enticing him to go further. I wanted to feel his callused fingers on every inch of my tingly skin.
“Fuck… you feel good. How do you always feel so fucking good?” he growled, gliding his hand toward the top of my breast. I could feel my nipple hardening through my flimsy cotton tank.
I pushed my chest further into his hand, and he immediately gripped it harder, using his knee that was still holding up my thigh as leverage. He started thrusting his dick against my core, earning him another whimper. My hips moved on their own accord, rubbing against his cock with the same momentum of his thrusts.
