After a few moments, she finally leaned back and started grinding her clit against my shaft.
My eyes had adjusted enough that I could make out her face. She had her eyes closed and kept alternating between licking and biting her lip. I smiled to myself, loving how hard she was concentrating.
Her hands were on my shoulders, making her tits swing inches from my mouth. How I wanted to taste them, but I settled for palming them both as she continued to wriggle on top of me. “That’s it, babe. Feel how hard I am for you,” I said, giving her encouragement.
Isabel whimpered and started moving faster. I could feel her juices flowing out to soak my cock and thighs. Her breathing was getting faster, so I reached both hands around to grab her ass. I didn’t push her. Instead I kneaded her flesh and let my fingers slip to play with her weeping cunt.
“Oh, Rem,” she said as her body stopped moving and tensed. Then I felt a quiver in her thighs. Her nails dug into my shoulders, and I nearly growled at the feeling.
When the moment passed, I watched her open her eyes and look right down at me. They were lethargic, but there was something else there that I hadn’t seen yet. It was a dark, lustful hunger. Like a she-wolf wanting more.
Without breaking eye contact, I felt her hand wander down between our bodies to position my cock at her entrance. I had to check myself not to plunge upward.
She started sinking down on me, inch by inch, slow as fucking molasses. She had a little smirk as she did it, too, knowing it was torture. I was probably leaving bruises where my fingers gripped her hips. I needed to be balls deep, but her slow descent made it so I felt every luscious inch inside her and I loved it.
“Fuck, Isabel. That tight pussy is going to be the death of me.”
“Good,” she said as she finally took my whole length inside her. As if to torture me more, she sat still on top of me and let her muscles squeeze and contract around me. I let out a groan. She sat back onto my dick a little further and then let her hands pet my chest and stomach. In turn, I cupped her breasts again, plumping them and teasing her nipples.
Our hard breathing was the only sounds in the room, and I swore this moment was for the record books. No woman ever held me inside her like Isabel, simply enjoying the feeling of our intimate connection. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
Suddenly she took one of my hands and brought it to her mouth. She took my index finger inside and suckled gently. I nearly came it was so fucking hot, feeling her warm little tongue sucking.
“Isabel,” I said sternly, knowing the little minx was teasing me.
My finger came out of her mouth with a pop, and she gave me another wanton smirk. Fortunately, she started to move up and down on my length. Slow and easy at first, getting her bearings for riding a big cock. I kept a hand on her hip to help guide her but kept the other one on her breasts to tease her nipples. Soon her head was falling back and she moved a little faster.
“That’s it, babe. Take me deep.”
Her cunt was so hot that I had to grit my teeth to keep from blowing my load.
Now her strokes were getting harder, and she had to lean forward again to support herself. Her tits swung in front of my face again, and this time I took them into my mouth. Isabel gasped but didn’t stop. My cock was so hard that I was ready to explode.
I reached down to rub her clit, wanting to feel her spasm around my shaft.
“Oh Jacob, please, I need—” she said but couldn’t finish.
I leaned up quickly and took her in my arms. I rammed myself deep, and she screamed, “Yes.” Then I took her hips and fucked her onto my cock, making sure I was hitting that spot.
As she came, she wrapped her arms around my neck and put her forehead to mine. Only a few more strokes into her quivering pussy and I came, too, shooting off like a firecracker.
I fell back onto the bed with a grunt, keeping her in my arms.
Make-up sex really was the best ever. I felt completely drained but happy.
Happy. That word sounded weird to think, much less feel.
Isabel nuzzled into my chest.
“How about I take you out tomorrow?” I asked.
She smiled into my skin. “Really? You don’t have work?”
“No.” I found her hand and held it with mine. “It’s time I take you on a real date.”
She squeezed my hand in excitement, and I winced at the pain. “What happened?” she asked, finally seeing the red of my knuckles.
“I punched Duncan,” I said. I’m glad the lights were out so my embarrassment didn’t show.
“Why?” she asked without lifting her head.
“‘Cause he was right,” I growled.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Isabel
“Babe, wake up.”
I peeked through an eyelid to see Rem looking down at me. He was shirtless and just out of the shower. He looked and smelled so wonderful that I reached out my arms to grab him closer.
“Not now. You need to get in the shower.”
I leaned up on my elbows. Is he saying I smell? I could only smell like Rem since he had been all over me last night.
Our first date was a few days ago, and it was perfect, everything I was hoping for. He’d started the night by giving me a present, a brand new Kindle. I remember complaining to Max that I missed my Kindle app on my phone. It was so generous that I nearly cried. Rem said it was linked to his credit card and that I shouldn’t be shy about using it. He also said that he’d already downloaded a bunch of smutty romances for me to read while he was on runs.
When we left the clubhouse, I was a little apprehensive about getting on his bike or Widow as he called it. I’d admitted that it was my first time, but he just smiled and said, “I like being your first.” Fortunately, he was nice enough to go slow until I got my bearings.
We went to a simple burger joint in town, and then he took me dancing at a honky-tonk. He held me in his arms most of the night. I had a few drinks, and we ended up making out on the side of the building like a couple of teenagers. He tried to get me to go further, but I pushed his hands away. “I can’t give it up on the first date,” I teased.
After that, he took me for a long ride so I could get used to his bike. He wanted me to be comfortable since riding was a big part of his life. Every time he turned a corner I would cling to him like a spider monkey, scared we would tip over, but he just laughed. I think he liked when I got scared since it made me hug closer. It wasn’t until we were headed for a lake a few miles away that I finally relaxed enough to look around instead of straight ahead. Being away from the city, the South Dakota sky was full of stars on a perfect summer night. I took my clip out of my hair and let it flow in the wind, feeling like a free spirit for the first time in my life. My hair was a tangled mess by the time we stopped by the lake.
Rem pulled out a blanket and invited me to sit so we could “talk”. I couldn’t help but giggle at the suggestion, and he gave a very manly blush. I could tell this was his attempt to be intimate, trying to prove he was interested in more than just sex.
I took the opportunity to ask him about his years in the Marines. He was still tight-lipped about the details, but he admitted to seeing a counselor for PTSD during his last tour. By that time, he had experienced three different IEDs and he couldn’t sleep because of the anxiety. He said that it wasn’t the fear of his own death but of his brothers that kept him awake. Every time one of friends died, it was impossible to grieve, and the deaths never seemed to stop.
After he said that, I pushed him to lie down on the blanket and cuddled into his side. He wrapped an arm around me and pulled me close. I knew there was nothing I could say to make his past better, but I was glad he could take comfort in my touch. I let my hand caress his face and chest all while he looked at me. His eyes were dreamy as if he was thinking about how wonderful this was and I was sure my eyes said the same.
“Kiss me,” I said.
His fingers speared through my hair, and he b
rought me down to his lips. We started to make out again until it became too much for Rem, and he pushed me onto my back. He stripped me out of my clothes slowly, letting his fingers feather over my skin. When I reached for his shirt, he simply shook his head and kissed me again.
He was so sweet and loving, taking his time to explore every inch of my skin with his mouth. In minutes, I was begging him to fuck me. He loosened his belt and released his big cock from his jeans. But he still left his clothes on. When he lowered himself onto me, his cotton t-shirt abraded my nipples and it felt sensual. The texture of his jeans against my thighs was also erotic. I quickly realized that I liked that he was fully dressed and I was naked. I felt vulnerable but sexy.
By the time he actually pushed inside me, I was so primed that I came instantly. The sex after that was something between heaven and hell, blissful but so damn hot.
We were all over each other ever since that day. We were now that couple that everyone hates but envies at the same time. You know, the ones you see cuddling and giggling at the grocery store, taking selfies while we make-out at the park, fucking really loud in the middle of the afternoon so the whole clubhouse could hear, that sort of thing.
We were in love, and it was awesome.
“Come on,” he said again bringing me out of love/lust haze.
“Why do I need to shower? It’s Sunday.” I glanced at the clock. It was still early. “Since when are you up before eight?”
Instead of answering, he simply picked me up and carried me into the bathroom. “Get showered and put on something nice. I expect you down stairs in forty-five minutes.”
“Sheesh. Okay. Are we going to church or something?”
“Or something. Hurry up.” He gave me a stern look before closing the door.
I managed to shower, do my hair and put on some light make-up in the allotted time, but my outfit put me over. I just couldn’t decide what “nice” meant to a guy like Rem. Not to mention, at least a third of my clothes were missing. I was just zipping up a Guess maxi dress when he came barreling into our room. “Isabel, what’s the hold up?”
“Is this good?” I held out my arms. The dress was colorful and clung to my curves with its soft material. The halter-top was a little sexy, so I grabbed a white camisole.
“Yes. Perfect. Let’s go.”
“Wait. What about shoes? Heels or flats?”
“Who cares?”
I rolled my eyes. “Am I going to be walking a lot?”
“No.”
I grabbed my brown-heeled sandals and sat on the bed to put them on.
“We’re going to be late,” Rem said as he bent down to put on my other one.
“Maybe if you would tell me where we were going I wouldn’t have such a hard time picking an outfit,” I snapped.
I noticed he wasn’t dressed up, just his normal jeans and t-shirt.
Once my heels were on, he tugged me out the door and didn’t let go until we were outside. “I’ll grab the car. Wait here,” he said and took off toward the garage.
He came out driving a newer model silver Mustang with black racing stripes. It was a beautiful car, and it rumbled as he pulled up in front of me. I hopped in. The seats were leather, and the inside was dark gray and chrome. It even had that new car smell.
“Is this yours or the club’s?”
“Mine,” he said as he put on a pair of silver-rimmed Ray Bans.
“Mr. Riley, you look awful sexy in those sunglasses.” I bit my lip and gave him a hungry look.
He smirked and put the car in gear. “Keep it in your pants. Like I said, we’re late.”
I gave a small laugh and put on the dark red sunglasses I’d stolen from Tracy.
We headed toward Watertown, and twenty minutes later, we pulled in a small neighborhood on the outskirts. The houses were older but cute with nice lawns and big front porches.
We pulled into a driveway, and I wondered if it was Sophie’s house. She did say they lived close to Watertown.
I checked my makeup as Rem came around the car to open the door.
As we approached the door, I expected him to knock but instead he pulled the screen door out and then turned the knob. He simply walked in and dragged me with him.
“Mom, we’re here.”
I stopped in the doorway. “What? This is your mom’s house?” I whispered, but my tone was angry.
Rem just smirked at me and tugged me inside.
My temper flared. He deliberately tricked me. “You asshole.”
Just then, a woman came around the corner. “Hi,” she exclaimed with a bright smile, clearly very excited to see us.
Rem stepped away from me to hug his mother.
She was very pretty and did not look old enough to have a thirty something son. They did have the same blue gray eyes and smile. Her light blonde hair was short and curled around her face. She was a little shorter than Rem, which made her taller than I was. She wore capris with sandals and sleeveless top with a colorful chunky necklace.
When he turned back, he took my hand. “Mom, meet Isabel Rochester. My old lady.”
“Mrs. Riley,” I said as I extended my hand. “I’m sorry about what I just said. Um, Rem didn’t tell me I was going to meet you today.” I looked down, suddenly hating the dress I chose.
“You can call me Sharon,” she said as she gave my hand a soft shake.
“Why didn’t you tell her?” She looked at Rem.
He shrugged. “I didn’t want her to be nervous.”
“So making her uncomfortable is better?” she scolded.
When he shrugged again, Sharon just shook her head as if to say, ‘kids.’
“Come in and sit down. The cinnamon rolls are almost done, and I already have fruit on the table.”
She went back around the corner to the kitchen, I presumed. Rem pulled me further into the house until we were in a dining room. Rem pulled out a chair at the dining room table and gave a sweeping gesture to have me sit down.
I scowled at him but took the seat. “Don’t think you won’t pay for this later,” I said.
He took the seat at the head of the table as if it was his right, completely unfazed by my comment. He was so arrogant sometimes that it drove me crazy.
“So, how did you two meet?” Sharon said as she brought in the pastries with a bowl of scrambled eggs and a plate of bacon.
I smiled at Rem, batting my eyelashes and wondering if he was going to lie to his mother.
“She came to the club for help,” he said as he started filling up his plate.
“Oh,” Sharon said. “So are you in school, Isabel?”
I was a little surprised she accepted his vague answer so easily. Then again, she was an old lady once.
Most of the conversation was Sharon asking about me. My nervousness prevented me from asking too many questions in return, but Sharon seemed happy to keep things moving. She told me all about her church and that she went to Mass every morning. She also volunteered at the homeless shelter in town.
Her giving nature was a little intimidating, but then she told me how much time she spent at the casino. Apparently, she had a group of girlfriends who went every Friday night. When they ran out of cash, they would simply keep drinking and listen to the band in the casino bar.
“And Rem is nice enough to send Skinny or Bobby over to pick us all up.”
“Sounds like fun,” I said, imagining Skinny fending off a group of drunken cougars.
“You should come with us sometime. It’s nice to have a girls’ night every once in a while.”
“Sure,” I said. I wasn’t much of a gambler, but I couldn’t deny my boyfriend’s mother. And I liked Sharon. She was fun and we could probably be good friends, assuming I could get over my anxiety of making a good impression.
When our plates were empty, Rem stood up saying that he wanted to mow the lawn while he was here.
“Rem, I can do it later,” his mother said.
“It will take twenty minutes, just let m
e do it,” he insisted. He left the room, and I gave Sharon a tight smile.
“I’ll help you clean up.”
She waved a hand at me. “Just help me get the dishes into the kitchen. I’m just going to throw them into the dishwasher.”
I gathered up what I could and followed her. The kitchen wasn’t big, but it was nice, like more than nice. All the appliances were stainless steel, and the cabinets were white with dark granite countertops.
She told me to go into the family room and she would bring me some tea. I headed in the direction she pointed and was surprised again by the newness of everything. The couch and armchair were suede, and the TV was a big flat screen.
I couldn’t help but wonder where it all came from. She didn’t mention a job. Maybe she had money from her family.
I walked to the window when I heard the start of the lawnmower. I saw Rem with his shirt off as he started to push the mower across the grass. The women of the neighborhood probably looked forward to every Sunday.
“If you’re wondering how many of my neighbors are watching Rem, it’s probably about three.” I turned to her, blushing that she read my mind. She handed me a cup of tea. “There are two widows across the street, and my neighbor to the right is just a slut. In a few minutes, you’ll see her come out and try to talk to him.”
“Really? She does it every Sunday?”
She sat down on the sofa. “Yep. I tell Rem that I can do it so he doesn’t have to talk to her, but he always wants to do it himself.” She took a sip of her own cup and then said, “I think he feels the need to take care of me. Ever since Steven left, he thinks he is the man of the house.”
The newness of everything suddenly made sense. Rem probably supported his mother financially, and I knew how generous he could be. Rem probably brought the furniture and TV into the house without even asking.
I moved to sit on the matching chair. “I guess I can relate. My mother died when I was young, and so I feel the need to take care of my father. I still set his doctor’s appointments for him.”
She laughed. “That’s sweet.”
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