Hearing this, he hesitated. “Now I'm too interested to know what you have to say.”
“Nu-huh,” she countered, pointing at the door. “Bath.”
Shaking his head, Isaac decided to obey her. Besides, if she actually released him from his oath, he didn't want her too disgusted over his current condition to remain close to him.
“Fine.” Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, he removed his boots, then stood and shamelessly pulled off his pants. “Enjoy the view.”
Enjoy the view? What sound advice, Edith thought, and she certainly heeded it, enjoying the sight of Isaac's broad back as he crossed the room. Now that's an ass for sculpture.
Her gaze was riveted, and she just barely managed to look away before he reached the door, unwilling to chance him catching her staring—yet. Instead, she waited until the door shut, then quickly got off the bed and set about the tasks of cleaning up just as she'd promised.
After replacing the stained bed sheets with clean linens stored in a nearby dresser, she peeled off her clothing and donned a silk robe, thinking over the past two weeks the entire while. From the festival in Nalona to Isaac's recovery, it certainly hadn't been dull.
And she still needed a Great Dragon's claw.
But the irritation caused by her failure at acquiring one dissolved with a simple thought; Isaac's here now. It was almost embarrassing how stupidly happy that made her, or maybe it was the idea of how she planned to celebrate.
But she definitely looked forward to seeing his reaction as she entered the bathroom.
Most Nalonian homes were very similar to those found in Terra, and Edith recalled being surprised by the size of the guest room's bathing facility when she'd first arrived. A large tub stood in an alcove to the left of the door, and next to that was a shower stall on the far wall with a ceiling mounted faucet that sprinkled water down like rain.
Isaac's silhouette was visible beyond the frosted screen as Edith stepped inside. Biting her lip, she quietly shut the door, then leaned against the wall and purposefully cleared her throat.
The moment Isaac heard the sound, he pushed the screen open, shamelessly revealing his naked body to her gaze—and Edith lost her breath.
He was sculpted to absolute perfection.
From muscular arms to defined pecs and broad shoulders, her gaze drifted as if on tour, moving down his rigid abdomen toward thick thighs and, indeed, a cock that matched.
She didn't mean to stare at it, but how could she not? Edith hadn't quite expected such a generous endowment. Yet it seemed her admiration for his size was a bit premature because when Isaac noticed where her line of sight was going, he went half mast, the base thickening before her eyes. How the hell does he zip his pants?
At the thought, Edith realized she was staring and forced her gaze up at his face, nervously twirling the tie of her robe around one finger as she mentioned, “Well, it's nice to see you, too.”
Isaac's smirk turned into a grin. “Did you come in hoping I'd be changing clothes?”
She recalled him saying the same thing the second time they'd met, and shook her head with a smile. “No, I knew you'd be butt naked, so I just walked in.”
He parted his lips to respond, but she stopped him by adding, “I also wanted to ask an important question.”
“What's that, angel?”
Instead of answering with words, she showed him.
Twenty-Two
• • •
Isaac couldn't have been more pleased by Edith's answer. Or more aroused.
He hadn't expected her to join him in the bathroom, nor to give his body such an obvious perusal once he'd revealed it. But for as enjoyable as it was to let her look him over for as long as she pleased, that was only the beginning.
Biting her bottom lip, she pulled the tie of her robe free while Isaac watched, riveted as the silken garment parted and skimmed down her shoulders to pool on the floor.
Standing before him completely nude, he sucked in a breath he forgot to exhale, his cock growing completely hard. Had he told her she was perfect before? Didn't know the fucking half of it.
Her curves were supple, his eyes tracing them to lock first on her round, pert breasts with dusky pink nipples straining as if begging him to suck them for hours. From there, his vision trailed down to where her hips flared and her legs joined, a ginger patch of trimmed hair covering her mound.
Isaac barely recognized his own voice when he rasped, “Edith—”
“Is there any room in there for me?”
He wanted to teleport over and grab her. But a compulsion remained because of his vow, so he answered by pushing the screen open wider.
She shyly smiled at his invitation, walking over to join him while he burned with the need to inquire what this was about. But again, that damned oath compelled him to remain silent until she'd given an invitation to talk about their matehood, which was the sole reason he'd ask.
Still, as Edith stepped into the shower next to him, letting him shut the screen, she took a deep breath and—staring down at her hands—announced, “I'm releasing you from your oath, Isaac.”
In a mere second, the compulsion to give her space vanished, leaving him free to pull her nude body flush against his—among other things. Yet he restrained himself for just a moment longer, inquiring first, “Why?”
As if she knew he'd ask, she finally looked up. “I trust you now, and I want more between us. I'm just … kinda nervous,” she breathed. “And so you know, I wanted to release you two weeks ago, but when I realized you were staying in Terra, I thought it might piss you off to hear that before I left.”
Isaac couldn't say she was wrong. Being away from Edith wasn't easy as things were, but getting released from his oath just when she was leaving would've made their separation excruciatingly unbearable.
But she was here now, and he finally smiled, wasting no time holding out his hand—an invitation of his own.
She stared at it for a moment, then took it, allowing him to pull her in until their bodies were firmly pressed together, and his eyes shut with a low groan.
Edith shuddered in turn, pressing her face against the crook of his neck as her hands trailed over his back. Her breasts flattened against him, his erection pressing into her lower belly, and Isaac could barely stay still.
“Never thought anything could feel so damned good, angel,” he rasped against her ear, then pressed kisses along her neck, delighting in the way her breath hitched. “Guess that means this is a first for me, too.”
She offered a nervous smile and whispered, “You're just trying to make me less anxious.”
“The hell I am,” he groaned. “You feel so damned good I almost don't know what to do.”
That was partly a lie—he had no fucking idea what to do. Isaac craved her so badly he couldn't think straight, lust washing over him just as thoroughly as the hot water dousing them from above.
But this was her first time, and though patience had never been his forte, he needed to make sure she wasn't frightened by moving too fast.
Not that she seemed anything but relaxed when she grasped the soap, and it finally hit him. Wash her, dumbass.
The thought of cleaning every inch of Edith's luscious body was as arousing to him as any fantasy he'd dreamed up, and Isaac immediately took the soap to lather the wash cloth she'd snagged.
Determined to see to her care, he started with measured strokes across her arms and shoulders, and was damned proud of himself, too. It wasn't easy to focus on simply cleaning her, especially when she kept leaning up to steal kisses, causing her soapy body to rub against his.
But he managed to continue on, washing from her legs to her hips, then over her back before coming around to her breasts.
His name sounded on a soft rasp when he tossed the cloth away to cup them with his bare hands, his thumbs repeatedly brushing over her hard nipples before moving south.
Stopping their descent at her navel, he murmured against her ear, “Be hone
st, you missed the hell out of me.”
Edith looked lost, her eyes closed in enjoyment of the attention she was receiving as she confessed, “I couldn't stop thinking about you.”
The immense satisfaction that gave him was indescribable, and he latched one arm around her back, pressing his soapy fingers between her legs to cup her pussy.
Obviously aroused by the movement, Edith moaned, seeking his mouth for another kiss. Isaac eagerly obliged her, just as turned on as he was frustrated by the way her hands greedily ran over his shoulders, chest, then down his abdomen. Can't keep this slow pace up.
Drawing his wet fingers back and forth over her soft mound, he asked, “Is that making you ache, angel?”
Edith whimpered, kissing his neck and shoulder before rasping urgently, “Yes, but … I-I'm not used to this.”
Smiling, he nearly promised she'd get used to it when Edith grasped his wrist to pull his hand from between her thighs. Dazed, Isaac watched as she lifted it and kissed his palm—then drug her tongue up his index finger and parted her lips around it to suck into her mouth.
His dick pulsed jealously while she smiled, slowly pulling his digit from her soft lips. Her sultry gaze then drifted down his body to lock on his jutting cock, and she all but purred, “I know something that'll help me acclimate, though.”
Normally, Isaac would've smirked deviously and offered a lewd comment. But his mind had seized on the implication of her suggestion, and he couldn't find his voice as she leaned in and kissed his chest above his hammering heart.
Urging him back to the wall and out of the shower spray, she drew kisses down his torso, following trails of water with her tongue until she reached his naval. Isaac's muscles tensed in response, and the only thing that kept him in check was the idea that she needed to explore him for herself. To acclimate, as she'd put it.
And nothing could've been more sweetly agonizing.
“Edith,” he growled, the suggestive path she'd taken driving him insane.
“What? Don't I get a test drive?” At that, she parted her lips against his skin and gave a slow suck.
Isaac had to fight not to grab her and either lay her back across the floor, or push her down to his aching dick. She was moving so slowly, the anticipation torturous, intensifying when her fingers wrapped around the base.
He was so wound up by his warring desires that a virile growl erupted from the back of his throat over the simple movement, one that turned into a low moan when she stroked him.
“Like that?”
It was hard to tell if she was asking an opinion, or for directions, but Isaac nodded to answer both questions.
“Squeeze it, angel. Hard.”
When her fist tightened around his shaft, his head fell back with a loud groan—a mistake. Only a brief moment following, he felt the warmth of her mouth at the swollen crown, and his hips jerked.
Looking back down, he watched in a stupor as her tongue slowly licked the wetness from the tip, her green eyes locking on his face as if seeking approval—and it was the most erotic thing he'd ever fucking seen.
In fact, he was becoming concerned. I'm gonna fucking lose it.
Control was a real issue in this situation, after all. Edith wasn't entirely experienced, and physically, Isaac was much stronger than she'd ever be short of using magic. Even then, he could probably overcome her. But seeing her this way, holding his erection to her open mouth while she gazed up at him, was nearly too much to withstand without breaking and giving into his most base urges.
But his natural instincts to care for her needs was waging war against those urges, and it took every ounce of self control he possessed to hold on. Still, when her lips closed around the cap, her tongue circling over it repeatedly, his palm hit the wall so hard he broke the tiling.
Edith's brows shot up, but she didn't stop, even smiled at him just as her eyes closed and she started to suck.
“Fuck!” he cussed, unable to pry his eyes away, watching inch after inch of his shaft sink between her sweet lips, her hand stroking the rest. She was familiarizing herself, trying to learn how to pleasure him, and the thought only ratcheted up his arousal.
“That's right, angel … ,” he groaned loudly, “you keep sucking my cock that way and I'm gonna—Nnn!”
Isaac suddenly stopped, growling in pleasure when she cupped his heavy sack in her hand, fondling it while her lips bobbed back and forth, her tongue dragging all over his swollen shaft.
His heart pounded in his fight to remain still for her, to keep his urges in check while she explored. But each suck, every delicious lick against his sensitive flesh was nothing short of erotic torture, and the more he moaned in pleasure, the greedier she became.
His wordless praise of her performance must've been making her bolder—and it was simply too damned much.
“Stop!” he demanded forcefully.
Hearing the urgency in his voice, Edith did just that, releasing his shaft with an erotic smack of her lips. “What's wrong?”
Isaac wanted to hold out, to give her the time to explore him however she wanted. But he just couldn't, not this time, grasping his shaft to finish himself off with a loud groan.
After only two strokes, his back bowed, intense pleasure consuming him. Growling her name, the first spurt of seed erupted, lashing Edith's tits. She gasped in response, surprised—but then arched her back up as if in offering.
His mind was already scrambled from his persisting orgasm, but seeing that, something deep inside him snapped.
Consider me lost.
Twenty-Three
• • •
Edith's heart was racing, so aroused from pleasuring Isaac and watching his orgasm overwhelm him that she was aching everywhere. His masculine growls alone dazed her as she tried her very best to please him—and it seemed to work.
Too well.
There was something incredibly erotic about the way his seed marked her breasts as he came, and she lifted her chest for more, watching his big hand giving a final stroke before she looked up at his face.
And the intensity in his expression almost frightened her.
“Isaac?”
A moment before, his gaze had been longing, reverent, even incredulous, as if what she was doing was simply too good to be true. Edith felt accomplished because of it, confident in knowing she'd be able to please him for eternity if she truly wanted, and she'd only get better at it as time passed.
But now? His fiery eyes burned intensely with possession, and her heartbeat skipped.
Without a word, he dropped to his knees and pulled her in. Taking her mouth in a fierce kiss, Isaac grasped her ass in both hands to hoist her hips up until her legs were around his waist. Hooking a single arm around her back to hold her there, he pressed the other hand down to drive his digits back and forth between her parted thighs.
She gasped into his mouth, letting a louder moan when he tore his lips away and tilted his head to suck one of her nipples with a hungry growl—and he didn't stop there.
Edith thought he'd washed her body thoroughly, but now it felt as if his hands were everywhere at once, and his mouth? What he wasn't possessively groping, he was kissing or licking, particularly her breasts, tugging her nipples with his teeth in turn before flicking his tongue over them.
Panting, Edith gripped her fingers into his dripping hair, only barely noticing when he lowered her back to lie on the shower floor. The world was spinning around her, his name a raspy breath on her lips as Isaac kissed the valley between her breasts and moved lower.
There, he lifted his head and gripped her inner thighs, wasting no time spreading her legs wide to reveal her throbbing pussy to his gaze.
Edith's heart pounded. She'd never been exposed in such a way, and the ravenous groan Isaac let at the sight made her ache so badly she thought she'd go crazy.
Thankfully, he didn't make her wait, his thick index pushing against the entrance of her sex, slowly sinking inside her slick walls. She squirmed in response, so m
indless with lust she nearly pushed him away. But Isaac wouldn't be denied, his mouth quickly covering her core, tongue pressing against her sensitive flesh with a loud groan of satisfaction.
“Isaac!” she cried, moaning loudly as his tongue slowly snaked over her clitoris, sinfully flicking it around again and again.
Her hips jerked, or they would've if he hadn't secured an arm around them to keep her still. So she raked her fingers through his hair, whimpering loudly as her swollen button bobbed beneath his circling tongue.
And when he started to suck on it?
“Ahh!” She bucked with her cry, her back arching at the same time his fingers started driving in and out.
Isaac growled hungrily against her sensitive flesh, as if he were starved, his movements demanding, driving away whatever inhibitions Edith still possessed. She wanted everything he had to give, and tried to say so, to tell him it was too good to stand.
But all that came out was his name on a voice she didn't even recognize.
An orgasm was charging toward her faster than any she'd ever given herself with her own hands.
Yet he canted his head and replaced his thrusting fingers with his tongue, driving it inside her slick walls with a groan that sounded as if doing so gave him more pleasure than her.
Edith was beyond words, staring down in disbelief until she jerked when he pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger, mercilessly teasing it.
The pleasure was agonizingly exquisite, wracking her body until she was reduced to nothing but urgent need, exploding against his hot mouth in a rush.
“Isaac!” she screamed, writhing on the shower floor, her fingers desperately tangling in his hair.
With a loud, satisfied growl, he kept his arm locked tightly around her hips to keep her from bucking away, and she never thought it would end. Her orgasm devoured her as fully as Isaac had, and by the time any semblance of thought returned, he was covering her, claiming her mouth in a hard kiss.
Not to mention, they were somehow back in bed.
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