Page 4 of A Touch of Sapphire

“You have no idea.” He grabs the remote, flicks the TV on, keeping the volume low, and leans back on the couch. I didn’t see him kick his shoes off, but I grab them and move them over to the door with mine. If I drink too much, I’ll fall over those. Isaiah groans loudly.

“What?” I ask, snapping up straight, so I can spin around to look at him.

He’s got a throw pillow over his face, and I frown. I stare for a moment, as he shakes his head under the pillow. I climb onto the couch next to him, legs crossed, and sip my beer. I feel too empty and exposed sitting alone. I want to be close to him.

He drops the pillow, takes one look at me, and lifts it to his face again, groaning once more. In the next second, he’s tossing the pillow at me, startling me.

“Are you oblivious, or are you fucking with me on purpose?” he complains, and I frown.

“What? Fucking with you?”

“You just bent in half with your ass facing me while you’re wearing a tiny ass dress. And right now your legs are crossed, still in the tiny ass dress. Your spread thighs make it so easy for me to see right between them, Saff.” He drops his eyes to my legs, and I look down.

“How’s this different from me wearing a bikini? You’ve seen me in less…” I remind him. Granted, I was seventeen then, and it was only for a few moments.

“Because, Sapphire, the thong you’re wearing is made from lace, and when you bend, I can see your pussy.” He gestures to my current position, “With your legs spread, I can see much more than I should. Much more than I would if you had put bikini bottoms on.”

“Ah…” I say, adjusting how I’m sitting, so I’m facing away from him, but still crossing my legs. “Can you see my nipples, too?” I know he can see how hard they are under my dress and lace bra. He finishes off his beer, and I smirk. “Need another?” I offer, getting up and heading for the fridge. “If you want, I can change into some of your clothes. Then you won't see any of my body at all?” I suggest. I don’t know why, but I really hope he says no. The thought of him struggling because he’s turned on by the sight of my body is igniting a fire inside me that I’ve never felt so strongly before.

“It’s fine. It’s not like I hate the view, Saff. But I’m only so strong.” The last few words are quieter, but I still hear them. My whole body flushes with heat, and I stand in front of the open fridge for a little too long in an attempt to cool down. Grabbing his drink, I head back to the couches.

“Why didn’t you drag me back to the party, like your parents would have told you to?” I ask. At first, I assumed he just wanted to catch up. But the way he’s been looking at me… I bite my lip as my heart rate picks up, and I wonder if he’d make my first time memorable.

“Honestly? I hate the idea of Thad seeing you in this dress, and I didn’t want to share your attention with anyone else.” He takes the beer, and I climb back onto the couch, this time, sitting closer to him. So close, my whole right side is pressing into him.

“Is that the only reason?” I push, wanting him to say more. To open that door, so if I make a move, I know he won’t reject me.

“I wanted to be alone with you.” He turns his darkening eyes to me, and from this close, his scent is strong. Masculine and clean. I want to climb on top of him. His confession has me sucking in a sharp breath. “And I also didn’t want a house full of people who’ve known me since birth to see my hard-on tenting my pants.” He smirks, and I smile softly.

“I make you hard?” I ask, looking down at his black slacks and seeing the answer before he says the words.

“So fucking hard.” With his free hand, he reaches over, pushing it into my hair and pulling me close as our lips meet. He kisses me like I’ve never been kissed before. Like he’s desperate for me, like he wants me. Not like it’s an obligation. A chore. My lips part, and he slips his tongue inside, making me gasp. Fuck, it feels like he’s showing me exactly what he can do with his tongue.

I pull back, and he drops his hand. At first, he seems confused, until I take his bottle and place both of our beers on the coffee table before turning back to him.

“I don’t want Thad to be my first,” I admit, and Isaiah’s jaw clenches.

When I straddle his lap and lean forward to kiss him again, he grips my hips, pulling my center down against him and grinding up into me.

“Oh, fuck.” I pull back from the kiss as my eyes fall shut, and I move my hips against him rhythmically. “Be my first…” I whisper, begging him.

I’ve kissed other guys before, and I’ve made out with Thad a few times, but this feels different. This feels fucking amazing.

I look down, watching the way our bodies move together as I grind over his hard dick, still trapped in his slacks.

“Shit, Sapphire, if you keep that up, you’re going to make me come in my pants,” he hisses but doesn’t make a move to stop me.

“I’m close,” I admit, as every thrust against his dick hits my clit perfectly. The friction feels so good, and I don’t want to stop.

“Jesus, Saff,” Isaiah groans and watches as I pull the straps of my dress down, followed by my lace bra, and my large breasts fall free. “You sure you’re a virgin?” he whispers, and I smirk. Isaiah makes me feel safe and desired. Free. Brave.

“I won’t be after tonight.” My words are strained and husky. Isaiah reaches up, caressing my breast and dragging his thumb over my nipple, making me moan. I bite my lip and my movements grow erratic as I chase my high. My skin is flushed, and every caress of his skin against mine is like heaven.

“Fucking hell, Sapphire. Antonio is going to murder me.” His strained words make me move faster as I chase that high, and I think of Antonio finding out what I’m doing with Isaiah. I picture him walking in and watching us. Too angry to speak, but he can’t take his eyes off me.

“My fiancé will never know my real first was with you. Every time our families are together…I’ll be thinking about you…” The confession slips free, my words make Isaiah groan loudly as he pulls me forward by the neck and bites down on my shoulder.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, yes!” I come hard, my body buzzing with energy, when he flips us, so I’m lying on my back under him.

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