Page 23 of Until You (Forgive Me)

“Christian, I don’t want to wait. I need you...”

She was past the point of embarrassment, and Christian seemed to need no further encouragement. He stood up and grabbed his wallet, pulling out a strip of condoms before throwing them on the bed. Tearing one off, he sheathed himself in record time before crawling back up towards her. Isabella helped him shimmy off her panties, exposing herself to him, all thought of self-consciousness gone, replaced by pure need.

Christian dropped a kiss between her open legs. This morning’s fantasy became a reality as he began licking her most sensitive spot, tasting her. He inserted a finger, finding that sweet spot on her front wall, as his tongue continued to tease and stroke.

Isabella had felt nothing like it, it was as if Christian had complete control over her body.

“Come for me,” he demanded.

Isabella’s body detonated. Ripples of desire catapulted her into another world. It had taken very little effort for Christian to make her come, all she could do was lay back and enjoy the tremors that continued to rock her body as she came down from the most powerful orgasm she’d ever experienced.

Christian moved up her body, taking her mouth with his. She could taste herself on his lips as their tongues tangled and danced.

He moved back between her thighs, her legs spreading wider to accommodate his hips. She could feel him at her opening, his swollen head requesting entrance.

It was Isabella’s turn to flip them. She pushed Christian onto his back as she straddled him. Her hands gripped his broad shoulders. Rising, she aligned her entrance with the tip of his erection before gently pushing down. She waited as her sensitive body stretched to accommodate him. A groan rumbled deep in Christian’s chest, making her heart skip a beat. She loved he was as affected as she was. It gave her courage.

Isabella sank further down until she was fully seated, a rush of heat flooding her core. What was this man doing to her? She could not remember sex ever feeling like this. If it had been, there was no way she’d have been able to abstain for six years. Tonight, however, was one night. She needed to make some memories. Tomorrow, Christian would fly back to the UK, and she would remain here, in her Thai hideaway. But that did not mean she should refrain. Instead, she should enjoy every moment his body offered between now and then.

Christian stared up at her. Isabella smiled down at him, his eyes closing as she began to move. Her body took on a slow rhythm. Rising and falling, rocking, twisting. Christian’s hands moved to her hips before taking control of the pace. They moved together in perfect harmony, her back arching at the telltale pressure building low in her body. Christian filled her up, touching her most sensitive places and driving her desire higher. She felt him harden, the additional swell sending her shooting over the edge once more. Stars flashed before her eyes as she threw back her head and let out another low moan. Her body clamped around his as her orgasm went on and on. Christian sat up, pulling her body towards his, taking her breast in his mouth, biting down on her nipple, as her legs wrapped around him. He pulled her down onto him, as he continued to move deep within her body. his deep breathing and quickening pace conveying his desire for her. She felt him swell and jerk deep within her, growling his release against her chest.

They remained clutching one another, their breathing short and ragged. Isabella’s hands stroked Christian’s hair as he rested his forehead against her neck. Their bodies were slick with exertion in the Thai heat.

Isabella pulled back, Christian grabbing the condom to keep it in place as she moved off him.

“Wow,” Isabella breathed, stepping off the bed.

Christian lent back, clearly comfortable with his body, as he rested on his elbows. His eyes never left hers.

Grinning at Christian, she turned and jumped into the pool. She wasn’t sure how to take this turn of events, having just had sex with her best friend’s brother. Unable to decipher the look on Christian’s face, she’d needed to lighten the mood. She did not want to ruin the aftermath of the best orgasm of her life with serious conversation. There was no tomorrow, only the present moment. Christian had just lived up to, and exceeded, every teenage fantasy she’d ever had, and she wanted nothing to spoil the moment.

Christian joined her in the water. His arms snaked around her waist, pulling her back against him.

“Trying to get away from me, little minx?” he asked, his lips trailing a path down her neck, kissing and lapping at the water.

Isabella squirmed against him, aware his body was already hardening. This man was insatiable. Spinning in his arms, she wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands gripping his shoulders.

“Nope, I just needed to cool off for round two.”

Isabella wasn’t sure where this newfound confidence was coming from. She was clearly on an orgasm high.

“Is that so? Round two?” Christian said, the corners of his lips tipping up.

Isabella tilted her head to the side, one hand sliding down his chest and between them, grasping him in her hand.

“The night is still very young... and I’ve a lot of making up to do.”

Christian tilted his head, a furrow appearing between his brows. “What do you mean by that?”

A rush of heat flooded Isabella’s cheeks. “Er… I haven’t had a partner in six years. My sex life…” She screwed up her face and glanced at him.

He gave her a wolfish grin. “Really?” His tone incredulous.

Isabella dropped her head to his chest, her hand slowly massaging him.

Isabella couldn’t believe she’d admitted to Christian, she’d been celibate for so long. But she found she didn’t care. Her body felt amazing... alive.

Isabella squealed as Christian sank them below the water, his mouth capturing hers as they resurfaced.

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