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Wanting to be closer, I spin around to face him. Water splashes over the rim of the overfilled tub from my hasty movements. “Isabelle,” he growls in warning when I slide my slick skin along his until my throbbing pussy is hovering just above his erect cock.
“What?” I say, faking innocence. “I’m just making sure you’re clean.”
“By using your body to clean me?”
I smile while nodding.
“That’s what they invented shower puffs for.”
He snags one off the tiled rim and throws it at me. I dip it into the water before drifting it over his torso, nurturing him as he usually does me. His eyes close when I increase the pressure to knead away the tension he’s carrying on his broad shoulders.
His body is pure perfection—smooth, tanned, muscled, but not those overly imposing ones that are too veiny and horrid—but perfect in all the right places. Add his mouth-salivating body to his strikingly handsome good looks, and you have a lethal combination that drives lust-hungry women crazy.
It’s the parts of him I’m still unraveling that are more appealing to me—the way he takes care of his family and friends, how he knows when I need him to assert sternness to keep me balanced, and how he cocoons me with safety, making me feel both cherished and protected at the same time. All those things show he's just as handsome on the inside as he is on the outside.
His eyes pop open when my nurturing technique veers to the lower half of his body. I whimper when he seizes my wrist just as my hand wraps around his throbbing cock. “Please,” I shamefully beg, staring into his eyes. “Pretty, pretty please.”
“Isabelle.” His growl displays his usually impenetrable composure is faltering. “Jae said no exhaustive activities.”
“There areactivitieswe can do that don’t require excessive levels of movement.”
My pulse quickens when he smirks a succulent smile. “But that isn’t how my girl likes it. She likes to be fucked, not handled like a delicate flower.”
I grimace and flop onto his chest. After being sexually teased for hours, my orgasm is teetering dangerously on edge. The smallest touch from him will have me free-falling into orgasmic bliss.
“You’re being mean,” I mutter as my inner vixen stomps her feet like a child.
Isaac grips my chin and hoists my face up high. “Believe me, if I were able to touch you and know I could stop before things gotexcessive, my head would be buried between your legs, eating your greedy pussy for dessert.”
Oh god.
CHAPTER12
ISAAC
Isabelle groans against my sweat-slicked chest. It’s not a moan of sexual pleasure but the cry of frustration. She isn’t the only one frustrated. My cock is aching to be buried into her tight, wet pussy, but I'd be devastated if I harmed her in the process. The guilt I feel knowing I caused her concussion is eating me alive, so I refuse to risk hurting her further.
The Isabelle who emerges in the bedroom is more adventurous than the regular Isabelle most people get to experience, which means she taunts until my urge to dominate overwhelms me. Normally, I wouldn’t hesitate to fulfill her every fantasy, but for now, until all symptoms of her concussion are gone, our hot and heavy make-out sessions will revert to a pre-college level.
Suddenly, Isabelle’s head shoots off my chest. Her eyes squint as she's overwhelmed by dizziness, exposing why I'm endeavoring to stick with Jae’s recommendation. I arch my brow when she moves to sit at the opposite end of the tub. Her big chocolate eyes are weighed down by tired eyelids, but they’re still full of lust.
“Remember our phone call?” Her voice is a husky purr that has my cock stiffening. “That didn’t cause anyexcessivemovements.”
Her pants of breath increase as her shaky hands slither up the smooth planes of her stomach. She cups her generous breasts and kneads them together. My cock jumps when she pinches her nipples between her thumb and index finger. The real-life visual of her pleasing herself is ten times better than the one I imagined that night.
“I love your tits,” I inform her when she pays dedicated attention to her pert pink nipples. “I'm going to fuck them, then smear my cum all over them, marking you with my scent. I’ll make sure every man knows you're taken, not just from having my ring on your finger, but my scent on your body as well.”
I’ll admit it. I freaked when I asked her to marry me, not because I didn’t want to ask her, but because I was undertaking the biggest negotiation of my life. Hours of acquisitions and prerequisites were a walk in the park compared to waiting for her to respond.
I had a whole speech planned to refute her statement that it was too soon, so I was astounded when she merely glanced into my eyes and said, “Yes.”
Not one asset I’ve acquired, not how many millions I have in my bank account, or even how many collectible cars I’ve bought over the years compared to what I felt the moment that word seeped from her lips. Just like my feelings for Isabelle, the sensation was phenomenal and unexplainable.
My attention diverts back to reality when a throaty purr tumbles from Isabelle’s lips. My balls clench when she dips one of her hands below the surface of the water. A growl emits from my throat when the water impedes my vision of her beautiful pussy. I scoot down the tub and grip her glorious ass in my hands before tilting her hips higher, so her pussy is no longer submerged underwater.
She digs the pads of her feet into my thighs, arches her back, then plunges two fingers inside her glistening mound. A carnal growl rips from my throat, the visual stimulating. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life.
Isabelle maintains a steady pace, finger-fucking herself with one hand while the other teases and caresses her perfect tits. Over time, the slickness coating her fingers grows as her race to climax intensifies.
