Page 67 of Unraveling an Enigma
Several fierce, tremoring minutes later, I loosen my grip on his shoulder to tackle with the pearl buttons of his shirt. My movements are frantic and rushed, my body incapable of thinking rationally when Isaac is nearby.
Pleasure shoots through my core when his shirt is removed and discarded on the floor, closely followed by his trousers and black boxers. My mouth dries as my eyes scan his chiseled body. His well-defined arms curve around the small of my back as he lifts me off the counter and carries me to the double-headed shower. I nibble on the day-old stubble on his jaw while he twists the shower knobs on.
Once the water is heated to the perfect temperature, Isaac stands us both under the spout of liquid flowing from the copper showerhead. The warm water drenches my hair before sliding down my face to cling to the curve of my top lip. Isaac’s tongue laps up every drop that fails to escape the bow of my mouth.
He adjusts my position until the heels of my feet are digging into his spectacular backside, and my back is tilted at a forty-five-degree angle. One of his hands slides up my back until it grips my nape, and the other one firms its hold on my right hipbone. Even being slippery standing in the shower with no walls to support my weight, I’m not the least bit concerned that Isaac will drop me. His secure hold makes it appear as if I’m as light as a feather.
The muscles in his abdomen constrict, and his knees bend when he lines up the wide-berthed crest of his cock with the entrance of my pussy. His eyes lift and lock with mine before he fully hilts me in one quick, fluid motion. An aching zing fires through to my core from being stretched so wide, but it isn’t a painful ache. It’s so pleasurable that a shiver of passion dashes through my body.
His hold assists in gliding my body up and down his rigid cock, so I ride him at a moderate pace that has me keenly chasing the next wave of intensity. Water tumbles down my chest, flowing past my heavy breasts and taut nipples, before rolling over the top of my throbbing clit. The warmth of the water and how it cascades past every body part tingling and prickled with excitement adds more caliber to our combustible lovemaking.
“Pinch your nipples, Isabelle.” His voice vibrates right through to my drenched pussy. “I won’t drop you,” he assures me as his eyes rake my torso. “Show me how horny you are, baby. I want to watch you touch yourself.”
Oh, God.
Returning his heavy-lidded gaze with just as much force, I remove my arms from his shoulders and cup my breasts. I squeeze them together while my index finger and thumb tweak my nipples like he always does. The wild grunts escaping Isaac’s throat has my core contracting as the first signs of my imminent climax surfaces.
“Eyes, Isabelle,” he demands. “I want to watch you unravel. To see your pupils dilate, and your eyes spark before all the pretty little moans tear from your throat.”
His pumps become more frantic. More precise. Every stroke hits that spot deep inside me that makes my core clench tighter and my pussy get wetter.
Isaac’s nostrils flare when he tilts his head to the side. His rigid grip on my neck tightens, sending a bolt of pleasure down my spine. I shift my focus, immensely interested in what he is glaring at. My pussy constricts around his heavily veined cock, and a husky moan rumbles from my throat. Because of the storm clouds hovering in the sky, and the bathroom light being switched off, our reflection is bouncing back from the darkened glass wall. It isn’t as bright as a mirror, but it is clear enough that I can see every flawless muscle on his body contracting and tensing as his glorious cock pounds into me. The image reflecting back is so primal, so raw, so….Ohhh!
“Eyes, Isabelle,” his rough voice commands as the shakes of another orgasm scorch through my veins, sending a fiery warmth over my skin.
“You are so fucking gorgeous when you come,” he croons provocatively. “So sexy, so fucking beautiful.”
Once my violent shudders lessen, Isaac steps us out of the spray of the water before withdrawing his cock in one swift movement. My body instantly feels hollow.
His hand gripping my hip moves to secure my lower back. Then his hand from my neck drops to fist his cock. My eyes widen to take in the visually stimulating sight of Isaac stroking his swollen, veined cock that glistens with my arousal. His pumps are quick and almost brutal.
“Isabelle!” he grunts as hot cum shoots out of his swollen knob, landing halfway up my stomach and over my chest.
He continues his seamless pumps until all the drops of his spawn are expelled. Warm stickiness covers my torso when he lifts his hand and rubs his still-warm semen into my skin. He smears it over my chest, my stomach, around my neck, and down my arms.
My heart swells and tears form in my eyes. He kept his word on washing away the horrid scent embedded on my skin by replacing it with his own intoxicating smell. And, at the same time, he once again claimed me as his.
Isabelle
“Isabelle,” says a deep voice to my left. “Isabelle, wake up!”
Jolting, my torso shoots off the bed as my bewildered eyes dart around the unknown room. It takes me a few moments to realize I’m in the main suite of Isaac’s cabin. My shirt is damp from the heavy perspiration soaking my skin, and my heart is wildly beating. I suffocate a scream when Isaac’s hand brushes my shoulder.
“You’re okay. You are safe,” he croons, his voice low and nurturing.
The shuffling of bedsheets sounds through my ears as Isaac scoots across the bed to mold the front of his torso to my heavily panting back. He cocoons his body around mine, making me feel safe and protected. No words filter from his mouth. He just waits patiently for me to gather my composure. Yesterday morning’s unfathomable event just replayed in explicit detail in my dreams. It felt so real, I thought I was back in the barn all over again.
Isaac tugs me closer to his body. My heart swells when he presses a kiss to my hairline. The heat of his body takes away the shivers rattling my bones, the warmth of his protective hold greater than any fire. Now everything he said yesterday makes sense. Isaac is a protector. His protectiveness is how he keeps the people he loves safe and shows them he loves them. How can I fault him for wanting to look after the people he cares about the most?
I lean deeper into his embrace before cranking my neck. His two-day-old stubble scratches my cheek when I run my face along his jawline.
“I love you, Isaac.” My voice is a silky purr, still harsh from recently waking up, but also filled with emotion.
Isaac’s chest swells sucks. When his eyes flutter back open, my breathing calms. His gaze is commanding, but it’s the admiration clouding them that has my heart enlarging.
After kicking off the bed sheets covering my bare legs, I twist my body until my bottom rests on the balls of my feet and my face is directly in front of his. His eyes assess my face with precise detail before the most deliciously wicked smirk curves on his plump lips.
His lips are warm and taste like cinnamon and coffee. He must have awakened before he returned to join me in bed. Our kiss is slow and tender, a sensual mix of gentle nips, plunging tongues, and soft moans.
