Chapter 99
Vitale held Isabella in his arms, lying there for a long time, their heartbeats slowly syncing up.
For Vitale, this was a rare moment of ease.
"Are you going back upstairs to sleep now?" Isabella asked softly, a faint hint of hope in her voice.
Vitale shook his head, his hair brushing against her skin.
"No, I might stay here. There are a few things I need to take care of."
"And after you're done with those things?" she asked.
"What do you mean?" Vitale replied, though he already had a guess.
Isabella bit her lower lip, hesitated for a few seconds, then reached over to the bedside table and pulled out a box of condoms.
"Actually, I ended up crashing that party while I was out buying these."
"I was planning to just buy them and head back to the apartment to wait for you, but I passed by that estate, saw those people, heard the noise..."
Isabella didn't finish, but Vitale understood.
His heart gave a heavy thump.
"What I mean is," Isabella continued, her voice growing quieter, "you can stay with me tonight, if you want."
In that moment, Vitale's mood brightened.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice rough with emotion. "Sure you want to invite me to stay, sure you want this?"
He pointed at the box in her hand.
Isabella nodded, her face flushing red. "Yes, but I have one condition."
Vitale raised an eyebrow, a slightly helpless smile tugging at his lips. "You know I'm not a fan of conditions, right? Especially at a time like this."
"I know," Isabella said, her fingers absentmindedly fidgeting with the box. "But my condition is that we can't go at it for too long, definitely not all night."
"You know I'm not in the best shape, Vitale. Last time on the yacht, you kept going all night, and the next day I could barely get out of bed, couldn't even walk..."
Isabella trailed off, but Vitale remembered, letting out an exaggerated, disappointed sigh.
"You're killing me, Isabella."
"You know, once I start, it's hard for me to stop."
"Your body is too perfect, your reactions are too tempting."
Isabella shrugged, but a smile played on her lips. "We both need to hold back. Mainly because you're too strong. Not just physically, but, you know."
That desire could be scary at times, but more often, it made her feel a kind of safety in being completely wanted.
"Fine," Vitale finally said, "I'll try. But you know, I lose control when I see you. Otherwise, I wouldn't have made love to you right there at Blake's estate."
Isabella's face turned even redder.
"And," Vitale continued, his fingers gently brushing her cheek, "I don't want you to leave without asking me first next time. Like tonight, seeing those things, hearing those sounds, and jumping to conclusions, getting hurt, and running away. I think I deserve a chance to explain, don't I? Give me a chance to defend myself before you judge me."
Isabella nodded, a flicker of guilt in her blue eyes. "Yes, I'm sorry. I was so scared and jealous. I thought you..."
"I know what you thought," Vitale interrupted, his voice softening. "But don't do that again. Promise me?"
"I promise," Isabella said, then took a deep breath as if gathering her courage. "But I think we can turn off the lights now, because some things are better not seen."
Vitale raised an eyebrow. "No, I like to see, Isabella. I like to see every inch of your skin, every reaction, especially at a time like this."
"Take it off for me."
Isabella bit her lower lip, hesitated for a few seconds, then slowly sat up on the bed and started to slip off her loose robe.
The robe slid down her shoulders, revealing the fabric underneath.
Black material, almost see-through.
Vitale's breath caught.
"God, your body is too perfect, Isabella. You're so beautiful it doesn't feel real."
Isabella felt her whole body heat up.
She raised her hands to cover herself, but Vitale grabbed her wrists.
"No, don't cover up. Let me see everything."
Vitale let go of her hands, his gaze sweeping over every inch of her skin, every detail.
"Can we turn off the lights?" Isabella whispered, her voice laced with genuine shyness. "Please, Vitale."
"No," Vitale said firmly, a mischievous smirk on his lips. "No turning off the lights. Remember what you promised me?"
She had promised to touch herself.
In front of him, letting him watch.
"I can't," she mumbled, her face even redder. "I don't know how."
Vitale laughed. "Little liar, you do. Haven't you done it in a quiet room, all alone, screaming my name when you climax? At three in the morning, on your bed in your apartment. Remember?"
Isabella's eyes widened, her mouth slightly open, too shocked to speak.
Vitale nodded with a wicked grin, a playful glint in his blue eyes.
"Yeah, I heard it all."
"I was standing outside the door, listening to the sounds inside—your breathing, your moans, and finally, you screaming my name. God, Isabella, that was the sexiest sound I've ever heard."
Isabella felt all the blood rush to her head.
She thought that was her secret.
Her private, shameful, sweet secret.
Vitale looked at Isabella's flushed face, his eyes full of love and desire.
"Are you happy? Knowing I was listening? Knowing I heard you climax for me?"
Isabella couldn't speak.
Her whole body felt hot, a mix of shame and strange excitement making it hard to breathe.
Vitale pulled Isabella closer and kissed her.
His tongue slipped into her mouth, tasting her shame and desire.
When the kiss ended, they were both breathless.
"Now," Vitale whispered, his fingers lightly tracing over Isabella's collarbone down to her chest, "start. I want to see the most perfect version of you. For me."
Isabella took a long time to mentally prepare herself.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, trying to overcome the overwhelming shame that threatened to drown her.
But when she opened her eyes and saw the anticipation, desire, and love in Vitale's gaze, something broke through.
Slowly, incredibly slowly, she leaned back against the headboard.
Then Isabella spread her legs.
The movement itself was an invitation, a display.
Vitale's breathing grew heavy, his eyes locked on the area between her thighs.
It was almost fully exposed by the design of the sexy lingerie she wore.
Isabella's hand trembled as it moved downward, her fingers lightly brushing the inside of her thigh before continuing up, slipping into the already wet folds of her pussy.
She closed her eyes, unable to look at Vitale.
But even with her eyes shut, Isabella could feel his gaze, like a tangible touch, burning her skin.
Her movements were awkward and shy at first.
But as her fingers slid through her wetness, as the familiar pleasure from memory awakened, her actions became smoother, more natural.
Her breathing quickened, her lips parted slightly, letting out soft, suppressed moans.
Vitale watched Isabella's shy yet surrendering expression, watched her body subtly twist with the movement of her fingers, watched her chest rise and fall more intensely.
He couldn't hold back anymore.
Vitale's hand reached for his pajama pants, undoing them to free his already rock-hard cock.
Then he began to stroke himself, his movements rough and urgent, his eyes never leaving Isabella.
Their sounds echoed in the room.
Isabella's stifled moans, Vitale's heavy breathing, the sound of fingers sliding through wetness, and the friction of a palm against hard flesh.
Two people in love, exposing their most intimate desires to each other, expressing love and longing in the rawest way.
Isabella's pace quickened, her moans growing louder.
She could feel the climax approaching, that familiar, suffocating pleasure building deep inside her.
Just as she was about to reach the peak, Vitale suddenly moved.
He lunged toward Isabella, grabbed her wrists, pulled her hand away, and replaced her fingers with his cock.
A swift, deep thrust into her pussy.
Isabella's scream was torn apart by the sudden penetration, turning into a higher, more broken sound.
The climax hit her in that moment, but with Vitale's entry, it became more intense, more sensitive, sweeping through her like an electric current, making her tremble and convulse uncontrollably.
Vitale didn't give her a chance to catch her breath.
He started thrusting, each movement deep and powerful, his cock driving into her pussy again and again, the mattress shaking rhythmically under the impact, the headboard banging against the wall, the sound echoing in the room.
Isabella floated in waves of pleasure, wanting to grab something, to bite something, to release the almost unbearable excitement tearing through her.
Her fingers clutched the sheets, the pillow, and finally Vitale's shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.
Vitale felt Isabella's excitement.
He leaned down, kissed her lips, his tongue invading her mouth, tangling with hers.
Then he moved his fingers from her shoulder to her mouth.
Isabella instinctively opened her mouth, taking his fingers in, sucking on them like a baby on a nipple, her tongue wrapping around his knuckles.
Vitale let out a moan.
The kiss above, the thrusting below, and the warm enclosure of her mouth—threefold stimulation nearly pushed him over the edge instantly.
But Vitale held back.
He sped up his thrusts, each one hitting the deepest spot inside her pussy, each one brushing against her most sensitive point.
Isabella's moans were muffled by his fingers in her mouth, turning into incoherent whimpers.
Her eyes rolled back, her body trembling violently from continuous climaxes.
"Say my name," Vitale commanded, his voice rough. "Isabella, say my name."
He pulled his fingers out, letting her speak.
"Vitale!"
Isabella's scream nearly tore her throat.
It was a completely uncontrolled, pure cry of pleasure, mixed with his name, like a spell, a prayer.
Vitale released inside her.
Hot liquid filled the condom as he continued thrusting until the last drop was spent, his cock pulsing inside her pussy.
Then, panting, Vitale didn't pull out. He collapsed onto Isabella, his face buried in the crook of her neck, feeling her body tremble, feeling her heart pound wildly.
A few minutes later, he lifted his head, kissed her forehead, then pulled his cock out, skillfully removing the used condom and tossing it into the bedside trash can. He grabbed a new one and quickly rolled it onto his still-hard dick.
"To the couch," Vitale whispered, then picked Isabella up and carried her to the couch on the other side of the room.
He pressed Isabella against the back of the couch, entering her pussy from behind.
This position was deeper, more intense.
Isabella gripped the edge of the couch, her head tilting back, letting out broken moans.
Vitale's hands held her waist, each thrust of his cock pushing her against the couch and back onto him.
Isabella turned her head, her blue eyes filled with tears of desire, her lips slightly parted.
Begging for a kiss.
Vitale leaned down, giving her a fierce kiss.
This kiss was more intense, more greedy than before, as if he wanted to devour her.
They reached their second climax on the couch, slower, deeper, like a long, sweet torment.
Afterward, Isabella lay on Vitale's chest, the two of them squeezed onto the not-so-spacious couch, their bodies sweaty, their breathing gradually steadying.
Vitale's fingers absentmindedly combed through her blonde hair, his other hand wrapped around her waist.
Isabella was silent for a long time before speaking softly, "Those kinds of parties... you've never been to even one, right?"