by Emma Nichole
I’ve also never talked this much during sex. I’ve never been so open and honest about what it’s making me feel and the things I want. Every sexual partner I’ve ever had has been decent, don’t get me wrong, but there was never this... palpable energy between us.
Our words are foreplay as much as our actions are.
“Neither have I,” he tells me.
Our lips and tongues dance together while I make work of his tie, yanking it free, and tossing it somewhere onto the floor where his jacket and his belt soon join the pile. My hands are trembling with excitement and eagerness when I lower his zipper and reach inside of his slacks to grip him tightly.
His cock is thick and his skin is velvety. I slide my nail over a vein that runs down the side then curl my fingers around him and give him a gentle tug.
“Jesus, fuck,” he groans out, reaching up to anchor himself on the post above my head.
I slide my thumb across the slit in the tip and swirl the bead of moisture over the head then begin to stroke him slowly. My core is throbbing more and more with each guttural groan from his lips into my ear. It’s like I’ve developed a second heartbeat between my legs.
His mouth is on my neck, biting and sucking, hopefully leaving marks on me that will never fade. I could do this all day long. There is something so powerful about having a man in your hands and hearing him moan because of you and something you’re doing to him.
He starts to rock his hips forward and back, fucking my fist. My free hand is resting at the crown of his head, holding his face in the crook of my neck, and I turn my face toward his so I bite and kiss the shell of his ear.
“Fuuuuck,” he growls loudly, before taking a step back and tossing me on to the bed. I land with a bounce in the middle, but I quickly sink into the soft, feathery blankets and pillows.
He’s standing at the foot of the bed, staring down at me with one hand on each of the posts by my feet. His cock is now free, jutting out powerfully from the opening in his pants, and his hair is complete mess from my hands.
He looks downright delectable.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, as I slide my legs together, unable to sit still. The wetness from my body is coating my inner thighs.
“I was about to come. I didn’t want to come in your hands.”
“What did you want instead?” My voice is low and my eyes are locked on him as I push up onto my elbows. My hair is cascading down my back like a chestnut waterfall.
A wicked grin spreads across his face. He then rids himself of one cuff link, then the other, and starts slowly unbuttoning his shirt before it is discarded somewhere on the floor.
His body is unreal with muscles in all the right places, and abs I can’t wait to slide my tongue across. There is a smattering of hair that starts at his navel and disappears behind his zipper, and I know it leads directly to his very impressive dick. He looks like he was plucked right out of a woman’s fantasy and placed here in front of me, and by some type of sorcery, he wants me as badly as I want him.
“I want to come while my cock is buried deep inside of your body. I want to come when you do, so I can feel your pussy tightening around me. You looked so incredible when you came last night. All I’ve thought about since then is making you do it again and again.”
“Holy fuck,” I sigh. Those are the only words I can manage. I’ve been rendered speechless.
He grips my ankles and pulls my down the bed. The slick fabric of my dress makes it very easy to take me from the center of the bed to the very edge.
He then drops to his knees in front of me and pushes the material of my dress up to my waist.
“I want to watch you,” I announce and return to my propped-up position on my elbows, looking down at him.
“Watch everything I do, baby,” he tells me, then slides his hands up my thighs and back down, trailing kisses from my knee and up, teasing every inch of skin except the one area begging for his attention.
The brush of his facial hair against the sensitive, tender skin of my thighs sets me on fire.
I try to bring my feet up to sit on the bed so I can widen my thighs more but my feet keep slipping off the bed frame.
“Take off my shoes?”
“Absolutely not,” he replies, as he lifts my legs up and hooks my knees over his shoulders. “Do you see these shoes? They are hot as fuck, and they are staying on your feet the rest of the night. I want them seared into my memory and dug into my skin.”
“Fair enough,” I say with a grin, which quickly morphs into a bite of my lip because he traces his thumbs along either side of my slit. Even through the lace of my panties it feels incredible.
“You’re soaked. I can see it already.”
“I have you to blame for that. I’ve wanted this since you left the room last night.”
With a hook of his finger under the fabric, he pulls my panties to the side and exposes my plumped and aching pussy to the cool air. I feel goosebumps erupt from every pore in my skin.
He takes his time with me, teasing at first with a gentle blow or a soft kiss to my mound covered by neatly trimmed curls, then a barely-there flick of his tongue on my clit which sends my back arching outward.
“You’re so responsive. Every touch, every taste, everything I do to you gets a reaction. I fucking love it,” he tells me, before he begins to feast.
His entire mouth covers me, and his hands grip the backs of my thighs, holding me completely still while his tongue explores. He builds me up, takes me to the very edge then brings me back... over and over until I’m literally writhing.
Sweat is beading my brow when I look down to see him suck my clit between his lips and pull it out, just to release it with a pop. His eyes meet mine as he guides his thumb over to press against my opening, just a bit before pushing it inside at the same time he gives my clit two more hard flicks, and that is my undoing.
I don’t even get to announce I’m coming because it shatters over me faster than I can react. I collapse onto my back and slide my hands into my hair as he continues to move his tongue and fingers through wave after wave of pleasure until my thighs are shaking around his head. Only when my body goes limp and soft does he move from his position on the floor back to his feet.
My lips are dry from the many deep breaths I’ve been taking so my tongue darts out to lick them, “Wow,” my voice is breathy and quiet.
“Don’t get too comfortable,” he says. “We are just getting started.”
With that, he pulls me from the bed and back up to my feet before telling me to turn around, and with my back to him, he pulls the zipper at the small of my back down. I can feel the dress loosening around my waist and then he pushes the straps from my shoulders, letting it fall into an emerald pile at my feet.
I’m not wearing a bra today, which he seems to approve of because as soon as my dress is gone, his arms snake around me and my breasts are in his hands. His large, hard body is firm against my back and I drop my head to his shoulder, relishing in the sensation as he twists, tugs, and pinches my nipples. Each movement sends a lightning bolt from there all the way to my clit.
His touch moves over my body, exploring every curve, appreciating each inch of me as he bends down slightly to push my panties to the ground, nipping at my left ass cheek, causing me to squeal.
“Ouch!” I giggle.
“You liked it.” He rises back up to his feet then spins me around.
“I did.”
I hook my fingers into the waistband of his pants and push them, along with his boxer briefs, down to the floor.
“Tell me what you want, Sawyer,” he growls with his hand on the back of my neck. “I want to hear it on your lips again.”
I place a gentle kiss to his bottom lip. It’s so soft and so tender that I nearly melt right here and I whisper, “You.”
My feet leave the ground instantly.
He has his arm banded around my waist and guides me back down onto the bed, only this time he comes with me.
With my thighs open to give him room, he nestles in between them and covers my body with his.
We don’t bother to get under the blankets, so the cold breeze from the air-conditioning is blowing on our heated skin and it adds another layer of sensation to an already deliciously overwhelming scenario.
His hands are planting on either side of my head and he rises up like he’s doing a push-up and stares down at me. The underside of his cock is resting on my pussy and his tip nudges at my clit.
“Mmm,” I moan, my hands finding their way to my breasts, cupping them, squeezing them.
“Christ, I love watching you,” he says. He keeps shifting his hips to tease my clit with his tip.
“Isaac... please...”
“What? Say it.”
“Fuck meeeee,” the last word comes out in a long gasping moan because he takes his cock in his hand and playfully slaps it against my clit.
“Let me grab a condom.”
He moves off of me long enough to retrieve a condom from his bag.
“Did you think I was a sure thing?” I ask, watching him roll the latex down his length.
“Absolutely not, but a man can hope.”
He crawls over me again, this time staying on his knees, resting the tops of his thighs against the backs of mine. My legs fall open and wrap around his waist as he takes my hip in one hand and his cock in the other.
“Are you ready?” he asks me.
“What do you think?”
“I want to savor every second of this,” he says, angling himself just right, before slowly pushing the first inch or so inside of me.
I can feel that one, simple movement through my entire body. I curl my fingers into the sheets when he pushes in even farther.
“Fuck,” he exhales under his breath.
He’s staring down where we are connected, watching himself sink into me. He moves his hand over so his thumb can gently stroke my clit while he pushes the remaining inches home, filling me to the brim. Every inch of him has me stretched wide. The fullness is intoxicating.
I cry out some version of his name while he holds himself deep and focuses on my clit with his thumb.
“Move,” I reach down to scratch his thighs with my nails. “Please.”
“You feel so fucking good,” he grunts the words, as he pulls out at a frustratingly slow pace then pumps back in sharply. “Tight and wet, Christ, so perfect.”
“Touch me,” I beg him.
“Tell me where.”
I feel him pinch my clit between two fingers and my body bows off the bed so far the crown of my head is pressed into the mattress.
“Everywheeeeere,” I cry out in a scream of pleasure, covering my mouth because I’m afraid someone will hear.
“Don’t hide yourself. Be loud. Be loud for me. I don’t care if anyone hears.”
His big, rough hands grip me just at my rib cage then move down on to the mattress at my side and he leans over, completely covering my torso while still pumping into me like the skilled sex god he apparently is.
Two lips wrap around my nipple and suck then his tongue drags across the valley between my tits to the other side, doing the same.
I wrap both arms around his body and dig my nails into his back. His labored breaths are at my ear now, telling me how much he loves fucking me, and how amazing he knew I’d be. How badly he wanted this and how much he likes me.
I slide my cheek against his rough jaw and then push him by the shoulder until he flips onto his back. His cock slips out of me in the process and my body aches at the emptiness.
“I want to ride you,” I tell him matter-of-factly and he just grins.
“Be my guest, baby.”
With my hands on his chest, I anchor myself over him and lower myself back onto his waiting cock. It’s deeper this way. So deep I swear I can feel him in my stomach. It nearly hurts, but it’s a pain I’ll welcome again and again.
I toss my head a bit so all of my hair moves over my right shoulder, and then I begin to bounce my ass, using him as leverage.
With each bounce, my clit connects with his pelvic bone and the head of his cock glides perfectly against my G-spot. His hands explore all the new areas of my body he can reach now with our change of position, and occasionally he’ll grip my hip in one hand and hold on to me at the side of my neck with the other. It’s powerful and fucking hot.
“Isaac, oh God...” My moans are higher pitched now as my body keeps circling itself, winding up tighter and tighter. “I’m going to come.”
“Tell me you’re mine,” he growls. “Say it.”
“Oh, fuck, Isaac, I’m yours, and you’re mine,” my head falls back and I sigh, “I don’t want to drag it out anymore. It’s crazy, but I don’t want you to be with anyone else.”
Leave it to us to have a conversation like this in the middle of sex.
“Tell me what you want. Use your words.”
I can hear the smile on his face without even looking at him.
“I want you to hold my hand in public and introduce me as your girlfriend,” I moan loudly. “Fuuuuuck, and I want to try, Isaac. I want you to only be with me.”
“Does my beautiful goddess want to go steady?” he asks, gliding his hands up and down my rib cage. He’s teasing me, making a bit of fun, but I don’t care.
“Call it what you want. I just want to know I have you, and I’m not the only one who feels what this is between us.”
He moves quickly at my words, sitting up so we are nose-to-nose and wrapping my body completely in his arms.
“You’re not. I feel it too, baby. Every time I look at you or hear your voice, it’s like my chest is being ripped open in the most incredible way.” He captures my lips in a searing kiss. “You’re. Fucking. Mine.”
“Yesssss.”
I grind down on him, chasing my orgasm that is teetering on the edge. Close... so close.
He takes a hand and grips my left ass cheek... then I feel a single finger pressing against the tight ring of muscle there.
“Oh fuck.” I don’t pull away though. I welcome the sensation as he captures my mouth in a kiss and I come.
My channel is clenching around his cock over and over until convulsions overtake my body and I’m whimpering into his mouth.
He comes within moments of me, pulsing and jerking deep inside my body and grunting into my mouth in return.
Fuck, I love the sounds men make when they come.
There’s a thin sheen of sweat covering us both. My makeup is a mess; I’m sure with my lipstick and eyeliner smudged all to hell. Our hearts are racing and we can’t seem to catch our breaths.
He breaks the silence first when he grips my hair at the base of my neck and tugs back so I’m forced to look at his face.
“You’re phenomenal,” he says, before placing a soft kiss to my lips.
“I have a feeling we are never going to stop doing this,” I say with a giggle.
“Not if I have anything to say about it.”
And we don’t. We spend the rest of the night fucking each other into oblivion.
Bent over the bed, up against the wardrobe, in the shower, and when he takes me one final time, spooning together in bed, we come simultaneously and stay just as we are, with him inside of me. He whispers into my ear that he’s never going to let me go and I tell him the same.
He’s mine and I’m his.
Somewhere along the way, we fell for one another and cemented it in a flurry of sweat and sex. That was the final push toward the inevitable conclusion of our courtship.
I know it sounds immature and fanciful, but it’s almost as if fate placed Isaac in my path that day at the Harvest Festival. He instantly felt familiar and I was drawn in. No matter how hard I fought it, there was no denying that one day this was going to happen.
And I wouldn’t change a thing.
Chapter 17
Sawyer
I can feel soreness in every muscle inside of my body when I slowly begin to move af
ter the sun has woken me up for the day. Memories of last night sink into my mind and a smile spreads over my face. I remember his hands on me and his voice in my ear. It makes me feel so… wanted and happy.
My feelings for him have truly caught me off guard, because the last thing I expected was to like him as much as I do, let alone want nothing more than to make things exclusive.
We really need to discuss that today.
Things were said last night in the heat of the moment, and I meant them, but I need to hear him say it today, one-hundred-percent sober without the excitement of sex brewing in the air.
I slide my hand over the sheets, eyes still closed, searching for the warmth of his body, but all I find are cold pillows.
I blink my eyes open, finding the curtains mostly drawn, save for the sliver in the middle that allows the sun to beam in over my face and an Isaac-less bed. I sit up and look toward the bathroom, but the light isn’t on. He’s not here.
I release a heavy sigh and my shoulders drop just a little when I see a piece of paper propped up on his nightstand. I lean over and snatch it up to find his scrawled handwriting.
I didn’t want to wake you.
Rest.
I went to play a few holes with Finn and Caleb.
I’ll be back by lunch.
Isaac
I place the paper back on the nightstand then flop back onto the bed, sinking into the soft cushion of the mattress once again. The sheets still smell like us, of perfume, cologne, sweat, and sex.
I’ve never had a sexual experience like this before. I had always assumed I’ve had pretty great sex throughout my life, but Isaac Black has officially ruined me for every other man. The way he moves and the way he touches… the gentle tugs and harsh, sharp bites, fuck, it’s nearly indescribable.
I reach over my head and move my hand around on my nightstand, searching for my cell phone then pulling it down to check the time, finding it’s barely ten.
There are a couple of texts from my mom so I fire off a reply then decide to take a scroll through social media, finding I have a notification on Facebook telling me I have memories on this day.
